After Xiao Zimo entered the flower boat, looking at the crowds inside, he could only use the scan of the operation fruit to see if he could find the person just now.

"Damn it, I can't find it!" Xiao Zimo closed his eyes, the blue veins on his forehead violently, and puffs of sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

"Huh! I still can't find it! It seems that I can only rely on feeling!" Xiao Zimo took a deep breath and began to look at everything around him.

There are women with heavy makeup everywhere, some Chinese and foreigners are still intoxicated with their arms around them, and even some old women who are blessed come to seek happiness.

"This little handsome guy, are you here for excitement too? Then come with me! Let me introduce you a few punctual girls! Come!" An old bustard shook his fan and twisted his ass. When he reached the side of Xiao Zimo, he said with a smile on his face.

"No! I'm looking for someone! Go ahead!" Xiao Zimo waved his hand, and then continued to search.

"Who are you looking for! Did you look for Xiaoqian? Oh! Xiaoqian has an appointment today, so I'm afraid you won't see it! I'll introduce one to you again!" The old bustard was next to Xiao Zimo He kept talking, as if he was really concerned about Xiao Zimo.

"No! I'm not looking for such a person, I'm looking for a friend, I don't need your help, I can do it myself." Xiao Zimo said perfunctorily while looking around.

"I……"

"Master Coelho is here!"

Suddenly, a voice came.

"Ouch! Young Master Coelho is here, so you can find yourself first! I'll go to greet Young Master Coelho." The old bustard laughed and patted Xiao Zimo on the shoulder with his fan.

"Oh, good!" Xiao Zimo still looked around, and didn't take the old bustard's words to heart.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

There was a burst of footsteps, and Xiao Zimo became curious, and followed people's eyes to the sound source.

Two brown-haired foreigners stepped on a pair of leather shoes and appeared in front of him in a formal suit.

"It's him!" Xiao Zimo looked at one of the brown-haired foreigners with wide eyes, and then quietly disappeared into the crowd.

"Ouch! Master Coelho, and Master Brissey, you are here! Come, come in!" The old bustard said excitedly, looking at the two brown-haired foreigners.

"Call Vivienne...Come on! I...we want to dinner the guests..." Coelho said to the old bustard in his stiff Chinese language.

"Yes!" The old bustard also said in her stiff M language.

"Big Brother! Did another guy get the bait today?" Bricey looked at Coelho and said.

That's right, one of the two is the foreigner Xiao Zimo encountered this morning, the young master of the punk family, Punk Briss, who oppressed He Feng, and standing next to him is his older brother, Punk. Coelho.

"Well, today Mr. Lai brought his acquaintance, it is probably another person who was deceived by him. I'll take a look at it later." Punk Coelho said while looking at his brother.

"I like to see these Chinese monkeys killing each other! By the way! Brother, how are you going to help me with what I told you today?" Punk Bliss licked his lips and said grimly. Turning to look at Punk Coelho and said. The incident he said was naturally the incident he was beaten by Xiao Zimo in the morning.

"Don't worry! The William family has already stepped in, and if we add fire, he is not far from death." Punk Coelho said.

"Humph! It's really too cheap for him like this!" Punk Bliss said with a cold snort.

"Okay! This thing is over like this! Go! The room is booked, let's enter! Quietly waiting for Mr. and the big fish to come over!" Punk Coelho patted the punk cloth Li Sai's shoulder said.

Punk Brissard gave a hum, followed behind Punk Coelho, and walked into a room.

Xiao Zimo stood aside and listened to all of their speeches just now. It might be because the two of them were standing around them from Huaxia. They only spoke a few words in M ​​that could only communicate, so they spoke so loudly. But it happened to be heard by Xiao Zimo.

"Mr. Lai? Big fish? I hope it's not that person! Otherwise..." Xiao Zimo's face was covered with frost at the end, his fists gradually clenched.

After a while, Xiao Zimo took a deep breath, took out a cell phone, edited a text message and sent it out, then threw it into the system backpack and started investigating the flower boat.

………

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

A sound of wooden clogs rang, and saw a middle-aged man with a knife on his waist, walking on the streets of Chinatown with a cold face, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and it said in island Mandarin:

The one who killed your son is...

"I want to see ~lightnovelpub.net~ who killed my son!" The middle-aged man in the island country tore the piece of paper in his hand, put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and slowly turned towards Walked to a restaurant not far in front of him.

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"You want us to cooperate with those people with some kind of ability, huh! But only this time!" By the side of a port, two people with hats looked at a piece of paper in their hands and hummed coldly, then looked up. Take a look at a boat next to him.

"Poison, your brother was killed, don't you want revenge?" Another person with a black hat looked at the person with a white hat and said.

"Dou Yin, don't think I don't know. It's not the apprentice my brother took. If it wasn't for his physique, then let our poison sect regain its power. I would have killed him a long time ago, so be careful. , The poison cypress accepted him and died, my brother accepted him, and died, you accept him, but it is dangerous." Du Yan, that is, the man with the white hat said with a mocking expression.

"Huh! That's because they are not strong enough, so they will be killed. If I don't have this strength, I won't accept this apprentice." Duyin snorted coldly.

The identities of the two are also ready to be revealed.

Poison!

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"Jian Xuan has risen! I didn't know until now that I will definitely help you get revenge!" On the other side, a middle-aged man in ancient Chinese clothes murmured with a piece of paper in his right hand. Spread his left hand.

There was a broken glass-like thing in the palm of his left hand, and the middle-aged man clenched his left hand suddenly.

Click!

The glass suddenly turned into a pile of powder and dissipated in the air. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword pinned to his waist, glanced at the words on the piece of paper in his right hand, and then disappeared from the place.