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Everyone turned their heads.

I saw Brother Shen standing at the entrance of the alley carrying a box of things. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but the aura from the inside out made the air in the alley feel a little heavier.

Lao Guang's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly put away his fierce expression, "Brother Shen misunderstood, I am passing by this time to come to Brother Lin to enhance our relationship."

Several young men also removed their hands from the handle of the knife and laughed in agreement.

"Yes, Brother Shen, you misunderstood."

"We were just chatting with him."

"Enhancing feelings?"

Brother Shen pointed to the rice bag on the ground and glanced at the knife stuck at Lin Jue's door.

"What kind of relationship needs to be discussed to the point of going under the knife? And you have to carry out other people's rice?"

The smile on Lao Guang's face became even stiffer. He swallowed and said with a smile, "Yes...it's too humid in the room. We plan to help him bask in the sun."

He hesitated and backed away, calling for his younger brothers to leave quickly.

Several minions dropped their rice bags dejectedly and ran away again with their tails between their legs.

Brother Shen didn't say anything else. He glanced at Lin Sui's waist knife nailed to the door.

"You deserve the reward of the copycat, but whether you can hold on to it depends on your own ability."

Lin Jue understood the implication of this sentence.

He nodded, and without saying a word, he carried the rice bags back into the house and stacked them one by one.

The belt knife was still inserted into the wooden board of the door.

If anyone dares to come in and get something without saying hello, this knife is the answer.

Brother Shen saw this, and there was a trace of imperceptible approval in his eyes.

"It's quite bloody, and it didn't disgrace your father."

Lin Jue finished carrying the last bag of rice and patted the bran on his hands.

"Brother Shen, you didn't come to me just to see Lao Guang causing trouble."

Brother Shen didn't turn around and handed over the wooden box in his hand, "Two things. First, I'm here to see if you're dead on the orders of the third lady."

Lin Jue was stunned.

The texture of the ointment was much better than what he paid for, and it smelled of borneol and musk.

In such a war-torn area, a bottle of good gold sore medicine is more valuable than two taels of silver.

What does this woman mean?

He weighed the pill box in his hand, feeling a little confused.

Thinking of Su Yue's face that always had a chill on it, I was a little unsure.

Brother Shen watched him take the medicine and then continued slowly, "One more thing. Last time you killed Scout Ule, according to the rules of the village, you can be made a minor leader."

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