HLnovel 142. Apostle of Hell
142. Apostle of Hell
"Hey, why does this name sound familiar? Well, do you know Nicholas Zhao Si?"
The aunt's eyes lit up when she heard it, and then she joked and asked cheerfully.
"Sorry, I don't know."
The man in the plaid suit, Borg, twitched his mouth, shook his head with a half-smile, and turned to look at the surrounding streets.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the streets were full of men and women in cool clothes. He stared at those fragrant shoulders and long legs, almost greedily.
This is a hungry ghost in color!
The wavy-haired aunt thought to herself, leading Borg through the underground passage across the street.
After walking another hundred or so meters, after making seven turns and eight turns, I finally came to a hotel apartment building.
After entering the elevator, where the plastic wrapping hadn't been torn off, the aunt was quite proud and began to introduce it endlessly.
"This area is a high-speed rail new area, the houses are all new, and the environment is very beautiful!"
"Really good."
Borg nodded, and his smile became more and more weird, which made the wavy-headed aunt thump in her heart, thinking that the other party had seen some clues?
"You can live in this room, big bed room, only 380 per night!"
The so-called serviced apartment is actually a large flat floor divided into small rooms.
The most spacious one is only about twenty square meters.
Big Mom pushed open the room numbered "88" and winked at Bog.
"Handsome pot, why don't I call the student girl over now, so you can meet me first?"
Although it is early in the morning, it does not delay making money.
Slaughter this foreign winner, and get a commission fee of several hundred yuan, so happy!
Thinking of this, Aunt Wave Head's heart was burning, and she wanted to call immediately to call the guys who lived in the opposite building.
"No problem, here is the deposit."
Borg raised his eyebrows, and immediately took out his wallet, took out two hundred-yuan bills from Daxia Kingdom, and handed them to Auntie Wavehead.
"Okay, I'll call someone over right away!"
The wave-headed aunt was overjoyed, quickly stuffed the money into her pocket, turned her head, went outside and started pressing her phone.
"What, gringo, it's not going to cause any trouble, is it?"
After the call was connected, a rough man yelled loudly: "I said Sister Mei, you have to promise that there will be no accidents this time."
"Don't worry, this foreigner is very knowledgeable. He also said that he has lived in China for a while and can speak Daxia!"
The wavy-haired aunt clutched her phone and secretly glanced around the corner.
Then he lowered his voice and said: "Let's say it first, no matter how much you kill him, I will smoke [-]%!"
"No, you are too cruel, we are a large group of people sharing money."
The man complained quite dissatisfied: "Didn't we agree before that every time you introduce business, we will give you 300 yuan."
"That was before, didn't you see how rich this foreigner is?"
Aunt Bolangtou snorted coldly: "Don't think that I don't know the goods, just the diamond-encrusted mechanical watch on this guy's wrist is estimated to cost hundreds of thousands!"
"Okay! If the order is completed, we will make an exception and give you a [-]% commission!"
The man seemed to be moved too, and after a moment of silence, he responded in a deep voice.
Hmph, if it weren't for me, my wife, would you guys be able to make this money?
Satisfied, she hung up the phone, and the wave-haired aunt was about to turn around and go to the cashier, but unexpectedly there was a laugh behind her.
"Isn't it here yet?"
I saw Borg, the man in a plaid suit, licked his lips, and his breathing became a little short of breath.
"Young man is full of anger, what's the rush? When someone comes later, it's not just what you want, just do what you want?"
The wavy-haired aunt rolled her eyes at this guy.
I have to say that this gringo looks quite attractive. If I were younger than twenty years old, I would probably want to rush over...
The knock on the door interrupted Aunt Bolangtou's thoughts. She smiled meaningfully, then walked quickly to the door and opened it.
Standing outside the door was a pretty girl with shawl and long hair, a white dress, and her crisp white and tender calves were very eye-catching under the skirt.
"Did you bring everything?"
Aunt Bolangtou and the other party have long been familiar with each other, after all, they have cooperated on several business deals.
After she finished asking in a low voice, the delicate girl nodded imperceptibly, then looked over the aunt's shoulder, and set her gaze on the elegant and charming Borg with a smile.
With just one glance, the delicate girl with dark circles under her eyes was stunned.
"Hi, my name is Borg, what's your name, miss?"
Borg didn't see anything, and walked up on his own initiative, staring at the girl carefully.
Especially, the girl's slender, white and swan-like neck...
"Cheng, Cheng Guihua..."
For some reason, being stared at by the other party's focused eyes, the girl forgot to use an alias for the first time.
When Fang's heart was confused, she said her real name in a daze.
"Oh, beautiful Miss Cheng, can I invite you to my room for a chat?"
Borg bowed gracefully and gave a gentleman's salute. Seeing Cheng Guihua's heart beating wildly like a deer bumping wildly, she nodded with a smirk.
"Hey, well, I won't bother you anymore. If you need anything, just call out to the door."
Auntie Bolangtou secretly glared at Cheng Guihua, vaguely feeling that this girl seems to be fascinated by the other party, so don't delay the business.
She feigned a dry cough as a reminder, then sat behind the cashier with a smile on her face, and began to play with her mobile phone absent-mindedly.
"What's Miss Cheng's blood type?"
Boge took Cheng Guifang back to Room 88, then locked the door and closed the curtains tightly.
Suddenly, the light in the room was dim, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere.
This made Cheng Guifang's face burn, and she sat down on the edge of the big bed with her head buried.
"It seems, it seems to be type A blood, I can't remember..."
She shook her head and pinched the mobile phone in the small satchel, but hesitated a little.
According to the formal procedure of Xianren Dance, at this moment she should turn on the video recording function of her mobile phone, and then pretend to take a shower first, to buy time for her accomplice to come to "catch the rape".
After she was lying on the bed wrapped in a bath towel, the accomplice broke into the door by force, caught the two of them...and asked for a private relationship.
As for how much oil and water can be squeezed out, it depends on the economic conditions of the other party and implements a flexible policy.
But meeting such a handsome and polite man today, Cheng Guifang suddenly couldn't bear it.
"Oh, type A blood, it's not bad, although it's not as delicious as type O blood."
Just when Cheng Gui was hesitating, Borg murmured, and then opened the small suitcase on the bedside table in front of Cheng Guifang.
"What, what delicious..."
Cheng Guifang didn't hear clearly for a while, but when she saw the pile of shiny silver things in the suitcase, she couldn't help but tremble violently.
That is a whole box of knives, forks, axes and saws!
The shape of each piece is so beautiful, so exquisite and delicate.
But it happened to be shining with a chilling fierce light!
With a clatter, a white menu was spread out in the middle of the big bed by Borg shaking his hands.
Cheng Guifang's face was pale, and she wanted to turn around and rush out of the room.
But her whole body seemed to be rooted to the ground, except for the eyeballs that could move, other parts of her body couldn't move at all.
"Don't be afraid, being eaten by me is the honor of your life as a mortal."
Borg stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue, licked his chapped lips, and then laid Cheng Guifang with frightened eyes on the tablecloth.
Reaching out and gently brushing the pieces of "tableware" in the suitcase.
Borg finally rested his fingertips on the table knife with the word "lust" engraved on the handle.
"I hope your taste, don't let me down."
He stretched the knife towards Cheng Guifang's neck and smiled gracefully.