Zhu Wushou's expression was extremely gloomy, and there was no one by his side.
Hearing Fan Hanhan's words, Zhu Wushou lifted his eyes and looked Fan Hanhan up and down, finally resting them on her perky bottom, he said, "Long time no see, you've gotten even prettier."
"Pretty as it may be, Uncle Zhu, it's not something you can have, not even touch," Fan Hanhan replied.
"Hehe."
Zhu Wushou chuckled perfunctorily and said, "Where's your second senior brother?"
Fan Hanhan raised an eyebrow and said, "That guy who loves to eat and sleep with dogs all day, haven't seen him."
Zhu Wushou said, "I need him for something."
"What for?"
"Murder."
"Murder? I'm quite good at that," Fan Hanhan said, "How much are you offering? I'll do it!"
"Fan Hanhan, don't steal my business!" a voice suddenly rang out.
From the shadows emerged a long-haired man.
The long-haired man was somewhat unkempt, with middle-parted hair revealing his forehead, and was wearing a fitted trench coat.
