At some point, the workers realized background music was playing in their heads-
And it was authentic 21st Century old-school rock: electric guitar, classical guitar, electric piano...
[Lier: This time, you're going crazy on a mission. Give us something that fires people up, something easy to understand.]
[Johnny: Amateurs will be amateurs. A superstar like me only has to open his mouth, and the people who want me to fuck them and the people who want to fuck me would line up from the civic center to the border wall.
"Much better! Thanks for your medicine! Huh, you still haven't told me where you're going. Why are you in such a hurry, and why are you taking that dog of yours along?" Zhou Yanling asked in confusion.
Lan Zhe could understand Jing Yang's behavior, because in the assassin business, if you wanted to make a name for yourself and climb higher, you either stepped on the shoulders of those stronger than you or on the corpses of the people you killed.
Holy shit, is this guy mentally ill? Qi Bin thought. Have I run into a mental patient? You know, it's not a crime for mentally ill people to kill someone.
Everyone chattered along the way except Yun Simi. If the lively scene here hadn't drawn everyone's attention, they would certainly have noticed.
Hadn't you known all along how difficult and painful it would be to win Gu Lin Feng back?
The sky gradually darkened. Strangely enough, even the heavens seemed to be helping us. Clouds covered the moon tonight, so it was almost too dark to see your own hand in front of your face. If the binoculars hadn't had night vision, we really wouldn't have been able to make out anything outside.
"Uncle Liu, you're so forgetful. How