Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

Liu Laoda looked up at Zhou He.

Zhou He's expression was serious, his eyes cold, and when he met Zhou He's gaze, his determination was firm and resolute.

Old Liu burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard he sat down on the ground, rolling around like a large top, pointing at Zhou He as he laughed:

"You little rascal! Hahahaha... You little rascal, you're interesting, very interesting—"

After laughing for a while, he suddenly sat up, pointed at Zhou He's nose, and started cursing again:

"Are you fucking insane? What the hell do you think you are? You think you can just casually order the killing of a top-tier expert?"

Zhou He pursed his lips and slowly said:

"I have my own plans, Boss Liu. I'm just borrowing this place for a short while. You won't have to lift a finger."

Boss Liu stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and his face grew even colder:

"Zhou kid, you're crazy too."

Zhou He also curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile:

"Is there anyone in this world who isn't crazy?"

Upon hearing this, Boss Liu's expression became more amused. He clicked his tongue, turned, and walked back to the side room, saying as he went:

"Alright, if you've thought it through, then do it. Wang Zhankui is a son of a bitch, I'd be happy to kill him... but I can't leave this Jincheng Mine."

Zhou He nodded and sat down at the octagonal table to wait for Boss Liu.

He knew that since the other party had agreed, there was no problem.

To put it bluntly, the reason I came here was just to see if I could actually find a way to cure botox.

If possible, it's always best to solve the problem simply and easily.

But if that doesn't work, he's already made up his mind to survive...

In any case, it's either me or that old man Wang Zhankui who dies!

As for how to kill the other party—I am a Qiu God, what other way is there besides calling down the gods behind me?

As for having Boss Liu oversee things, Zhou and he themselves didn't have much hope.

We'll have to figure out a way to prevent Boss Liu from seeing us inviting the gods.

After all, in his eyes, he was still a sex worker.

Liu Laoda went into the side room, it was unclear whether he was discussing something with Liu Qi or simply didn't want to see him.

Zhou He wasn't in a hurry. He sat at the octagonal table, deep in thought.

Master Tuozi is a master of the Five Passes; he's not so easy to kill.

Although one could vaguely guess that Young Master Zhou's identity and the god he chose to worship must be of a high rank.

But exactly how high it is, that still needs to be determined.

The cart driver is a skilled driver; if he fails to stay, it will be like killing a snake – there will be endless trouble in the future.

After calling out "Boss Liu" a few times at the wooden door without receiving a reply, Zhou He simply went out the door.

There are two days left until the time given by Wang Zhankui. He will come to find him in two days.

This saved Zhou He the trouble of figuring out how to lure the other party over.

Therefore, we need to lay a trap for him in the next two days and give him a proper welcome.

as well as.

Zhou He reached up and touched the marks on his face from being whipped.

He was physically strong; the wounds had already scabbed over, and when you reached out to touch them, they felt a little hard.

His eyes hardened.

"That whipping wasn't pleasant, Master Tuozi, I have to repay you."

Outside the mine, it was already pitch black, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a wet, silvery glow across the ground.

Heading towards Jincheng, Zhou He still needed to find two helpers.

One of them called out to Grandpa Zhang Gong behind him... at least so that Boss Liu wouldn't realize that it was he who had called him out.

The other one was what Zhou He saw in the old man's memory.

The cart driver is known for his unparalleled stamina, his ability to clear paths through mountains and his unstoppable spirit. However, there is one profession that is precisely the one that can counter him.

With Yongqiang's death, there were no longer any guards at the gates of Jincheng.

After passing through the city gate and entering the city, Zhou He followed the direction he remembered and headed towards Yongqiang Guesthouse.

The night was deep, and there were few people on the street.

When we got to the street in front of the guesthouse, we saw a few barbecue stalls with dim yellow lights hanging outside. A swarm of flies and mosquitoes swarmed around the lights, and occasionally a few larger moths would flutter around them.

Under the electric light, several naked adult men sat, already somewhat drunk, holding glasses and mumbling incoherently.

The owner, wearing a white hat, sat behind the barbecue grill, looking impatient.

Zhou He walked to the front of the guesthouse without disturbing anyone, as if hiding in the shadows.

The steps, which had sunk into the ground, were covered with cobwebs and other debris, suggesting that not many people lived there.

Pushing aside the cobwebs obstructing his view, Zhou He squinted and walked inside.

The incandescent light inside was on, and there was a faint figure behind the counter, who looked thin.

Zhou He stood in front of the counter and tapped on the surface.

"Oh, sir, are you staying at the hotel?"

Little Gouwazi woke up with a start, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and, still half-asleep, looked around. Once he was a little more awake and recognized who was in front of him, he exclaimed with some surprise:

"It's Mr. Zhou! You're back?"

Zhou He nodded and looked him up and down.

So Yongqiang left the guesthouse to Ga Gouwazi? That's not surprising at all.

"Little Gouwa, are you all alone here?"

Little Gouwa chuckled and scratched his head somewhat sheepishly:

"Sir, after Uncle Yongqiang went back to his hometown, he left the guesthouse to me. At first, there were still some people staying there, but I don't know what happened, they all left later, and we couldn't even collect the room fees."

Zhou He nodded, understanding that most of the people living here were not easy to get along with.

When Yongqiang was alive, he could keep things under control. But after he died, only Ga Gouwazi was left. The reason those people didn't take over the land must be because Yongqiang had prepared a backup plan beforehand.

Moreover, what Ga Gouwazi said about Yongqiang returning to his hometown was probably a lie Yongqiang made up to comfort him.

Yongqiang is probably already in someone's stomach as travel expenses.

He didn't explain directly to the little boy, but simply nodded, tossed a few coins onto the counter, and said:

"Help me tidy up a clean room, and then bring me a basin of water to wash myself."

......

I slept soundly until dawn at the guesthouse.

When Zhou He woke up, his body was sore and weak. He stretched and opened the door, only to see Ga Gouwazi standing at the door with a bowl of noodles, waiting for him.

Upon seeing him come out, Ga Gouwa quickly spoke:

"Mr. Zhou, I bought you breakfast. Please eat first. Where would you like to go today? I'll take you there."

Zhou He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his head, then suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Where's the hat I gave you?"

Ga Gouwa paused for a moment, then his smile remained clear:

"Sir, I've hidden it. Such a fine hat, how could I bear to wear it every day?"

As he spoke, he placed the steaming bowl of noodles on the table and turned to run to the counter.

Zhou He's eyes followed Ga Gouwa's shadow through the long, dimly lit corridor, his gaze flickering between light and shadow, lost in thought.