"You answer one by one."

After thinking for a few seconds with his head tilted, Zhou Xingxing pointed at Uncle Da, as if he said it truthfully.

Uncle Da had no choice but to put his feet on the chair across from him, lay back, and first wrote his memoirs, closing his eyes and talking.

Do you still remember that Uncle Da went to Sanshu’s house to sign a contract? It was at that time that he met Zhou Xiaoxing and gave him a sum of money. Now they all use that money for food.

Uncle Da didn't know how much there was. He just put the money in the iron box behind the tablet and took it when he needed it.

"Why don't you explain it earlier?"

"You didn't ask earlier."

"Really, that money belongs to me. No, to be precise, it turned into love funds for me to pursue Amin."

While Zhou Xingxing was speaking, he arrived in front of the tablet, clasped his hands, bowed slightly to the nine ranks, whispered a few words, and touched the back of his hand.

Sure enough, there is an iron box.

Locked.

"Key."

With the palm of his hand facing up and his four fingers together, Zhou Xingxing bent it five or six times. Uncle Da lowered his head and reluctantly took out the key.

Just when the key was about to reach Zhou Xingxing's hand, Uncle Da took it back and protected it in his arms.

"Sir Zhou, this money was given to me by Zhou Sheng."

"I know, I will give it back to you after you use it."

"What do you want?"

"I told you I'll give you back. Please explain so many things."

Zhou Xingxing's arm felt a little sore from holding the lock on the iron box. He retracted his hand, grabbed the key, opened it, grabbed a handful of money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Sir Zhou, this money is mine?"

"I know, I'll give it back to you when I catch up with Amin."

As soon as the door closed, Uncle Da picked up the bamboo tube that was as long as a cigarette from the side of the memorial tablet, held it in his mouth, and walked towards the sofa listlessly.

"This money is mine?

......

Downstairs of Uncle Da's house, Zhou Xiaoxing hooked the car key with his right index finger and kept turning it until...

"Ghost King Da, what a coincidence, do you have friends here?"

"Haha" laughed all over, Zhou Xiaoxing pretended to bump into Ghost Wang Da accidentally, and asked before getting in the car.

"Everyone you meet is my friend."

Ah this...

Seeing Ghost King Da getting into the car, Zhou Xiaoxing had no intention of driving him out.

Is it useful?

He can follow him here, so he won't stop a car and continue to follow?

Rather than being laughed at by the taxi driver, it is better to nip the joke in the cradle.

However, before going to the Global Sports Center, Zhou Xiaoxing wanted to tease Gui Wangda, who puffed out his cheeks like a brother.

"Well, first I just went up to the top floor to take a look at the scenery. As for me, I actually saw Xiaoqiang and Wangcai. They all said hello to me. Didn't you realize that they are all your friends?"

"Since you are meeting friends, why are you empty-handed?"

"And you still look angry?"

"I understand..."

As Zhou Xiaoxing and Tang Monk were thinking incessantly, Ghost King Da couldn't hold himself any longer and bowed his hands in a gesture of begging for mercy.

"It's your fault, hurry up and go to the Global Center, I'm so hungry."

In order to inquire about Zhou Xiaoxing's whereabouts, he first went to the police station, but saw no one. When he asked people, he found out that Zhou Xiaoxing had gone to the court. When he found the court, he went to the wrong court. It was the court in Huantou next door. Ghost King Dashui didn't even take a sip.

Get on the bus and rush to the court in Tsim Sha Tsui.

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When we got there, there were many people in the court, but Zhou Xiaoxing was not seen. Gui Wangda grabbed everyone who came out of the court and asked, but no one knew.

But he was lucky today and found the first two policemen whose photos were on the bulletin board in the police station. They followed him to the New Territories. Not long after, he saw Zhou Xiaoxing slipping down from the third floor of a villa.

He didn't need to explain much about what happened after that. He followed Zhou Xiaoxing to a residential building in Kowloon District. He didn't rush up there and quietly stood by his car.

Huangtian paid off, and he, Gui Wanda, never let go, and finally let him wait.

As a result of working so hard, he was very hungry, as if his chest was pressed against his back.

Ghost King Da, who was usually lively and could use four or five swear words in a sentence, lost the desire to speak and just wanted to return to the elite center as soon as possible.

He wants to eat!

"Uh, Ghost King Da, you look so pale, isn't there something wrong?"

Zhou Xiaoxing didn't know these experiences of his, and when she turned around to continue teasing him, she found that Gui Wangda seemed a little uncomfortable.

"No, I was just touched when I saw you."

Fortunately, he waited until Zhou Xiaoxing was able to speak before he became hungry, otherwise...

He was afraid that he would fall on the roadside and be watched by people.

I think he is handsome, handsome, and well-groomed. If he is attracted by a girl with ill intentions, the consequences... are still very beautiful.

"Oh, Gui Wang Da, don't worry. I'm true to my word. I left you this morning because of something. Now that everything has been settled, I can go to the Global Center with you... Gui Wang Da, please explain your words.

Twitching?"

"I...don't let you, drive immediately, I want to go back home..."

Ghost King Da used the last bit of strength in his body to say these words. After that, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

"Hey, when you see me, you don't have to be so exaggerated. I already said I would help you."

After helping Gui Wangda fasten his seat belt, Zhou Xiaoxing put his hand on the steering wheel a little harder and the car turned.

After lunch time, except for buses, there were very few private cars on the road. Zhou Xiaoxing had a smooth journey and arrived at the entrance of Gui Wang Dashuo Store in less than thirty minutes.

This time when he came to the Global Elite Center, Zhou Xiaoxing observed carefully. The center has been renovated and the area has not changed. However, after a reasonable layout, it looks like it has been expanded.

At the same time, you can see at a glance from the door that the center's facilities and equipment are all state-of-the-art, which can be seen as a waste of money. Taking the most practical point of view, cars were not allowed to drive into the center before, but now they can. Not only that, there is also a dedicated parking lot.

Bit.

Zhou Xiaoxing parked the car in the rectangle in front of the store and patted the drooling Ghost Wangda on the passenger seat.

"Wake up, we're here."

"Ah? Oh, I'll open the door."

With one foot missing, Gui Wangda fell onto the chair. If it weren't for the safety belt protecting him, he would have fallen into the car.

"What are you doing, are you okay?"

Isn’t it just that after a short sleep, the body becomes like this?

Or is there something wrong with Gui Wangda’s leg again?

Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhou Xiaoxing quickly checked Gui Wangda's legs. Based on the basic pathology knowledge he learned from Huang Feihong, he took a long breath and touched his chest.

Gui Wangda's legs have long since healed. Apart from the fact that he can no longer practice boxing and kicking, he can walk normally without any problems.

Then he fell down...

"Gulu...Gulu..."

Instinctively touching his stomach, Zhou Xiaoxing smiled helplessly. Case closed, he was hungry.

"Hungry, I'm hungry, get out of the car and cook."

Gui Wangda slowly kicked his feet, held on to the car door, sat down with difficulty and said to Zhou Xiaoxing.

Uh...

If Gui Wangda cooks, it is possible for him to eat, but if he is asked to cook, the probability is zero.

It's not that Zhou Xiaoxing doesn't know how to cook or is unwilling to cook, it's really... Ghost King Tatsuya doesn't have this condition. He has entered the latter's room once before, just behind the store.

It feels very bad. How can I describe that feeling more appropriately?

When I think about it, it's like building a temporary hut next to a garbage dump. It's dirty and messy, and there's no place to stay.

"Gui Wangda, it's impossible to cook. Should I take you out to eat?"

"Look at me like this, can I still stand the torture?"

If you want him to see it, he can afford it. He has a car and can go to places where Western restaurants and five-star hotels gather in a few dozen minutes. Judging from Gui Wangda's usual physical strength, it can be done.
To be continued...