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To be honest, he really didn't have that idea.
"My friend, you are reminding me." Sang Bo looked at Cheng Che inexplicably, his eyes full of confusion, "But why do you think I would stick to the bathroom?"
Can't you post it somewhere else?
Like throwing it into the toilet and pressing the flush button?
"Whatever you think, but..." Cheng Che picked up the sack and shook the glass bottle in his hand, "But I don't think you want to lose me as a friend for the time being."
Sambo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and walked lazily out of the vault, swinging his scimitar. "Got it. I'll be leaving first. Let Miss Huanlong hold on for another ten minutes."
Huanlong glanced at Sangbo, then turned to look at Cheng Che, "Can't we just blow up this spaceship?"
Although this spaceship is quite large, it is not even half the size of Luofu. If it explodes...
It's very simple!
"Although I'm crazy, I'm not completely crazy." Cheng Che sat on the ground holding a glass bottle in his hand and a sack on his shoulder, waiting for the ten-minute countdown from a certain comedian.
He touched his trouser pocket, and after thinking for a moment, he pulled the clothes of the security guard who was lying on the ground next to him, tore off a piece of it and slowly wiped the black ash on his body caused by the explosion, "But I'm really curious about how much my bounty can be increased..."
"What's so good about numbers?" Huanlong sneered, and after thinking for a while, he sat next to Cheng Che. The energy flowing out of his fingertips controlled the continuous influx of security personnel. "I thought you would be willing to watch the fireworks."
Come one, control one; come a pair, control a pair.
"The fireworks you mentioned should be the scene of a planet being destroyed, right?" Cheng Che dropped the cloth in his hand, propped up his chin and looked at Huanlong, "Now you don't call me benefactor anymore? I don't mind if you change it to husband..."
Huanlong had a playful smile on his face and said in a gentle voice, "If you call me husband, I'm afraid I'll be wiped out immediately, right?"
Still missing your wife?
My wife is long gone!
But speaking of it...
If Cheng Che wanted to assassinate someone, it should be very easy. He could just drink some wine, smile, get close to the other person and call them brother or sister for a while, then trick the other person into calling him or her husband, and the other person would explode on the spot.
How wonderful!
Chapter 258: Take a photo?
In the alley full of lights and wine, a tall man was leaning lazily on the railing as if he had no bones. His short blue hair was slightly combed up, revealing his smooth forehead. The ends of his hair were tinged with white. He was waiting for something with a helpless look on his face.
A figure turned at the entrance of the alley. Sangbo looked up and his pupils trembled slightly.
He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, with the hem of his shirt gathered under his pants. His collar was deeply split, and one could almost see the curve of his chest muscles and a little bit of his abdominal muscles. A shiny golden coin hung on a red rope around his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a section of his forearm.
Sambo: ...
Sambo looked at the man walking towards him, and finally couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, "Dude, you're so hot..."
Look at this look, the curly hair is gathered up with hair wax, which instantly dilutes the youthfulness and makes it look more energetic.
The little crow who took off his sportswear and glasses really looked hot.
"Didn't you say you would treat me to a drink?" Cheng Che looked around, stretched, and spoke softly, "It's inconvenient to send the money back to the train, so I sent it to Kafka's place. The clothes she picked for me..."
As he spoke, Cheng Che looked down at his outfit and said, "I feel like she is dressing me up like a doll."
Yes, when I go out to play as a Star Core Hunter, the clothes are all chosen by Kafka, so...
Kafka's eyes are really burning...
"It looks good." Sang Bo smiled and waved towards Cheng Che. "This is not the pub I want to take you to, but it's not bad. After all, it's the company's business..."
A company is equal to a profiteer.
But I have to say that although the stores run by unscrupulous businessmen rip people off, their service is still top-notch.
"Have you been here?" Cheng Che followed behind Sang Bo and swept his calm eyes over the surrounding buildings.
If you had a drink before robbing the money, you don't have to worry about drinking too much now. It's best to get drunk, go back and fall asleep, and then pay the money back tomorrow morning.
"Should I say I've been here before or not?" Sang Bo glanced at Cheng Che, his eyebrows drooping, but his eyes were full of smiles. "According to my identity as a trader, perhaps I shouldn't have been here before."
"It's okay. We can already send the bomb to Luofu, so this little flaw doesn't matter." Cheng Che couldn't help but smile, and looked at Sang Bo seriously and said, "Besides, I brought the bomb you made here, and you didn't come here that late by yourself. You..."
Forget it, it’s normal for a funny person to have some background and secrets.
Hearing this, Sangbo's smile deepened.
He was about to say something but suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked in the direction he came from, "Did you bring your stickers?"
It was posted on the wall, and if it was discovered by people in the company, it would be a small hidden danger, although Cheng Che didn't care much about it.
"Here." Cheng Che took out a note from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into Sang Bo's hand, saying helplessly: "It can be reused..."
This is much more useful than temporary anchor points.
"Give it to me?" Sanbo raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of surprise, "Aren't you afraid that I'll stick it in some dangerous place? Or somewhere where I can have some fun?"
"You can take me along when you're having fun." Cheng Che followed Sang Bo, with a hint of laziness in his voice, and said casually, "I don't trust you, I trust my favor."
Sambo: ...
Reminded him.
Is it really okay for him to go drinking with the writing on his arm?
However, he really didn't want to go back to the tavern before repaying the favor. He was afraid that the brothers and sisters in the tavern would not believe in evil and would come out one by one to provoke Cheng Che. Then...
He is still a masked fool, but he is clearly a masked debtor.
"Wait..." Sangbo picked a tavern at random and walked in slowly with Cheng Che, asking tentatively, "Do you think it's fun for everyone in the tavern to be in debt?"
The noise and bustle of human voices filled the air, and the aroma of wine and food mixed together, bringing with it an intoxicating and decadent scent.
Cheng Che couldn't help but close his eyes. This kind of occasion inexplicably brought him some strange sense of familiarity.
A life of decadence and debauchery.
"It should be considered as such for you, right?" Cheng Che thought about it and nodded in agreement, "It is also fun to draw the audience into the curtain. Besides, they are just spectators to you. You have also watched their performances before, right?"
"Of course." Sambo shrugged, took two steps forward and sat down at the bar, squinting at the drink list, "I thought you were going to continue wearing the good boy's clothes. I've just thought of how to explain that I'm not a weird uncle who brings a good boy into the bar..."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che turned to look at Sang Bo in silence, then couldn't help but take out his cell phone to look at his face.
Doesn't it just look a little stupid?
"Are you serious?" Cheng Che looked at the bartender at the bar, tapped the drink list with his fingertips, and spoke in a lazy voice.
Sambo sat on a high chair, one leg bent on the railing, the other leg hanging down casually on the ground, "Dude, you should know yourself a little bit, your face is too deceptive."
At this point, Sangbo couldn't help but reached out and touched his eyes, "Ouch... my eyes hurt."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked at the pimples on Sang Bo's eyelids and was speechless, "Why are you looking at my butt when you have nothing to do?"
Is there something wrong?!
"Your clothes are a bit revealing, I can't help it..." Sangbo covered his eyes with a sad face, "I am so pitiful..."
He really just took a casual look. White pants and white shirts can show off one's figure, but...
Just a glance!
It’s gone in one glance!
“Ouch—”
"My eyes—"
Before he finished speaking, several exclamations were heard around him. The two men from Yalilo No. 6 looked at each other and found the word "speechless" in each other's eyes at the same time.
"It's all your fault!" Cheng Che glared at Sang Bo, his eyes full of condemnation.
"Blame me, blame me, blame me..." Sambo waved his hands, covered his eyes and squeezed the wine glass, feeling desolate in his heart, "But isn't there a specific medicine to cure stye? I really..."
I really don't want to go back to Beloberg like this. If someone sees me, they will definitely ask me if I was secretly looking at other people's butts...
but……
Sang Bo's heart moved slightly, and he turned to look at Cheng Che, his eyes full of sincerity, "Friend, do you mind if I take a picture of your...?"
Send it to the pub!
Don’t even think about it!
Cheng Che: ...
"There is no specific medicine, and this is not something that can be solved by owing debts..." Cheng Che muttered and took the wine handed to him by the bartender, "Thank you."
The wine has a light orange color and the spices are perfectly integrated with a hint of orange.
"How about giving it a try?" Sang Bo couldn't help but stretch out his arm with many positive words drawn on it after hearing what Cheng Che said. "You just said it."
Cheng Che thought about it, took the marker from the bar and put it next to Sangbo's arm, thinking about writing on it.
The noise in the entire pub seemed to stop at this moment. Several drinkers around looked at the person who was writing and the person being written on with trembling pupils and strange eyes.
Chapter 259: He is so young, but his heart is so dirty.
"It seems to be somewhat useful..."
Sambo looked at the two extra bars on his arm, and touched the bulge above his eye. "It seems to be gone."
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, and he hesitated, "Then I'll continue to paint? Let's see how much it takes to completely eliminate it?"
Hearing this, Sangbo was startled.
He touched his eyelids and looked at the patterns on his arms.
Let others tattoo you, and you can get the correct tattoo painlessly.
"Also..." Sangbo pursed his lips, his voice filled with a hint of resignation and helplessness, "Alright..."
Just give it a try!
But when will he be able to pay off these debts?
Cheng Che held the pen, drew a line, looked up at the pimple on Sangbo's eyelid, and took it back after a while. He said seriously, "Okay, the price of a pinhole has been determined."