Yao Youyou said to Tu Tuqiao: "It's actually very easy for you to fuck me. You just need to take out what I want."

Tu Tuqiao held a cigar in his mouth and said to Yao Youyou: "I think you are wrong. If you are with me, you will not have the right to bargain prices. You, a man, don't have much need to waste time. As long as you are with me, we can get out of the sheets. When you go to bed with me, you will naturally get what you want."

Yao Youyou said: "You said I don't have much room for bargaining prices, and I don't think so. If you can't give me what I want, then I'm afraid I won't sleep with you."

Tu Tuqiao said: "I have trained you to become an e-sports player. What else do you want?"

Yao Youyou said: "What I want is very simple, that is money and villa."

Tu Tuqiao said: "You are adapting to the environment! Other women ask me for these, do you also want to use the simple method of going to bed to ask me for these?"

Yao Youyou said: "That's for sure. I want more than these things!"

Tu Tuqiao said: "Yes, I can satisfy you all these things."

After hearing Wei Taiqiang's compliments, the middle-aged woman felt a close friend, and her attitude eased a lot. She continued to nag: "It's just me who's honest, I've been waiting until now. I couldn't wait yesterday, so I called the police officers from the lock-opening company and police station to open the door. I cleaned up so that I could give it to other tenants."

Hoberg asked, "Does the things in his room still be kept?"

"Sold."

"Sell, sell?" Wei Taiqiang and He Berg said in surprise.

"Yes, what if my rent is done? Where do I have to live?"

"What are there?"

At this time, it was almost time to get off work. Most of the people waiting for the bus on the platform were tired-looking office workers, and occasionally a few tourists were mixed together. People gathered densely on the edge of the platform, lined up along the yellow lines on the ground, either clamoring for mobile phones or reading newspapers. Most people looked at the dark subway hole on the right expressionlessly. The electronic clocks and LCD numbers above their heads were jumping coldly. The next subway will arrive five minutes later, and they finally won some time.

"The notes were not moved, they must be among the people in front of us." He Berg said quietly to Wei Taiqiang, "And I don't think he might have noticed that we are following us."

"Oh?" Wei Taiqiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at every suspicious figure on the platform.

"We can take notes from you in an instant, and we didn't notice it. The other party is either super-speed or can take objects from the air." Heberg analyzed, "But he didn't leave immediately after he got the things, but instead entered a closed place like the subway. Isn't that very abnormal?"

"Well, it makes sense. If it were me, I would quickly escape, the farther I ran, the better."

"In my opinion, he should be fearless about his ability. He felt that even if we were robbed, he would not be able to detect what was going on, so he came to take the subway leisurely - but unfortunately he didn't expect my sense of the breath of the notebook."

"Hmph, if I catch who did it, I want him to see the strongest joint skills of the gangster in Dongcheng District!" Wei Taiqiang muttered fiercely, and looked up at the time on the LCD screen.

"If you are so interested in Fang Bin's notes, you can only be those guys."

He Berg helped out with gold-stringed glasses. The "those guys" he said naturally meant the mysterious organization that killed Fang Bin and caused countless troubles in front of Lutian Temple. "The problem now is how to identify his identity before the subway arrives. My senses are too vague to accurately locate. If he was allowed to board the subway, it would be troublesome."

They were not sure what was in Fang Bin's notes, but since the other party took action to snatch them, the notes must contain things that the enemy was trying to know or hide.

Hoberg lowered his voice and said, "By the way, can your thrush pencil be used now?"

Wei Taiqiang stretched out ten fingers and shook them: "The bullets are full." His thrush pencil came from Zhang Chang of the Han Dynasty. He could adjust the state of a specific object back to a certain point in time before. A finger represented a chance.

Heberg said: "That's good. There is a faint mutual induction between the pen spirits. If you get close to him and quietly show the thrush pen, I should be able to feel the fluctuations of the other party's pen spirit."

"It sounds like a very erotic metaphor..." Wei Taiqiang glanced at the passengers, including office ladies and student girls.

Heberg had to "cough" and said, "If you hear it clearly, it's a finger."

...Wei Taiqiang rushed into the crowd with frivolous steps, shoulder to shoulder, and his pen spirit was flying. His elegant fingers were stretching in the air skillfully, his hands were rising and falling, and he sensed the concave figures of young girls beside him. His red fingers skillfully guided their feelings and fluctuations. The moans of his pen spirit came one after another...

"What do you mean?" Wei Taiqiang stopped imagining and asked half expectation and half appreciation.

"...Please feel a little nervous." Heberg really wanted to kick this **** off the platform.

Under He Boge's stern stare, Wei Taiqiang had to put away his strange thoughts, let the thrush pencil condense on his fingertips, and put his hands in his pockets, pretending to be nothing, and hibernate around the crowd. He Boge concentrates on stabilizing the sensing aura and concentrates on experiencing every possible fluctuation.

Just as their search was only halfway through, a low rumbling sound came from far to near, and the subway entered the station.

Moreover, two subways are connected to the station at the same time, which is really the worst situation.

The crowds on both sides began to stir up, and they rushed towards the two yellow lines, fearing that they could not squeeze up. When the subway stopped and opened the door, the people in the car rushed out desperately, and the people outside the car rushed into the inside desperately, making noise everywhere, and the platform was in chaos.

This completely covered the breath that Heberg finally sensed, just like a submarine sonar soldier encountered an undersea earthquake, and the excessive sound drowned out the already vague sound.

The two of them had a wrong look. Without He Berg's explanation, Wei Taiqiang realized that the situation was critical. In desperation, he didn't care about being discovered and shouted at He Berg: "Brother, listen carefully!" He bent his knees with one leg, gathered his five fingers with his right hand, and red light gathered in a punch, and pounded hard on the ground.

I saw a red light spreading from the floor and spreading to almost one-third of the platform. This is the result of Wei Taiqiang's hard practice. He can concentrate the power of the five fingers in one place, and the range it can be applied becomes wider, and there is no need to use his fingers to directly contact him like before.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!