Bug Master In Doomsday

"Heh~chuck!" The tea owner, who was almost forty years old, was reprimanded like a grandson by Cang Hai, a hairy boy in his early twenties.

His bloodshot eyes became even more red, two fists clenched under the table, nails that hadn't been trimmed for a few weeks were embedded in his palms, piercing the skin, and oozing a little bit of blood.

"Why? I'm not happy to say that you have two sentences? Who will pretend to be like this?! Tea master, I will tell you one last time, if you want to do it, you will do it well. If you don't want to do it, a lot of people below you are waiting. Pick up your stool!"

Canghai's relentless words were like a sharp knife slamming the tea master's heart that was about to explode like a balloon.

"Bang!" He slammed his palm on the conference table, his whole face grim, and he stood up almost madly, "Damn! I have had enough of you, you have the ability to kill me now, and treat me like a killer. Just kill it, I have enough!" The tea master pointed at Canghai with his fingers trembling, staring at him hoarsely and shouting out these words.

"Threatening me?" The expression on Canghai's face became extremely cold for the first time. He squinted slightly, stared at the crazy tea master for a few seconds, nodded slowly, and said in a cold tone like ice: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you."

"Om!" A touch of green front suddenly unsheathed, and for the first time in the dim dark room, it was mapped by a blue light like daylight. Everyone present couldn't help but the stimulus of the strong light, and subconsciously closed their eyes. Passed away, Qing Feng was sheathed, and there was no more living person standing in the dark room.

"Uh~hhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The standing tea master's expression is still so hideous, and the angry and decisive eyes still have a spirit, but from the center of his eyebrows, a faint red blood line shows that from his The forehead stretched all the way to the neck, and then it was covered by clothing.

The blood line gradually expanded into a **** seam, the smelly flesh and blood burst out from the wound, and a large stream of blood spattered from the corpse to the ground.

"Puff!" The vivid corpse finally fell down unwillingly, and the anger in his eyes never disappeared until he died.

Cang Hai took out a pair of handkerchiefs from the wide cuffs of the Taoist robe, held the clean white handkerchief in disgust, and wiped away a few drops of blood spattered on the desk. He threw the blood-wiped handkerchief on the ground. Falcon-like eyes swept over the people sitting at the desk again.

"Do you guys have anything to say to me?" Canghai put his five fingers together and crossed them on the desk, expressionless, as if he was discussing not just what he thought of killing someone, but what to eat later. Such a trivial matter...

"Master Canghai.... Forgive me to ask, after the death of the tea master, will his power be taken over by the cadres under his hand, or will it be directly managed by you?"

The person who spoke was cautious, but the question asked was indeed extremely explicit and bold. Cang Hai glanced at him somewhat unexpectedly, and said lightly: "I won't take over the rest of the tea master directly. As for how to distribute it. ...I personally prefer the one who is most capable of this aspect among you."

"Thank your sir for your doubts, I understand." The person who spoke respectfully bent over and nodded, and sat back in the chair. His heart turned thousands of times, full of subversion of Canghai's impression.

His mind turned so fast, he thought through all aspects of the plan in a few moments, alas—! It seems that you have to take this hot potato yourself.