When he returned to his temporary shelter, dufo immediately greeted him. He knew that durin went out today to solve the threat to them from gordol. He was also very nervous, because the current hometown association was much worse than gordol in terms of scale and strength.

    Godall is different from wood. Wood has been whitewashed. The so-called whitewashing is not only to completely erase some things that cannot be known by most people in the past, but also to peel some inappropriate things from the main body, such as many thugs, many weapons and some illegal businesses he once owned. He is like a tiger with its claws and fangs removed. He is led into the cage by adults, and then a label is pasted outside the cage, saying "tycoon".

    Everyone knows the tycoon wood. In fact, only he knows the real situation. Whether in order to maintain his dignity or status, he can''t do anything detrimental to his status. He can''t raise many thugs, do business that violates the rules of the game, and don''t do it directly as before. No matter what happens to him, he must follow the rules and the rules of the game.

    So Dooling didn''t hesitate to deal with wood.

    He is going to deal with a tiger who has forgotten how to tear up his prey with claws and fangs and is proud in the jungle. What he had to deal with was a gentleman whose hands and feet were limited by the rules of big people, and it was difficult to resist.

    As for gordol, he has not been bound by the rules of the game. Although he has been abiding by the rules, he is not a tycoon in the upper class, he is just a dirty gang leader. Before crossing that barrier, everything he does can be accepted by people. Look, isn''t he just a gang leader? Isn''t what he does just in line with his identity?

    Therefore, for godor, durin and Dover, they all think it is a very troublesome thing. A newly established hometown Association will leave tenar and start over in other cities to survive. If it is not necessary, who is willing to be driven out in this way? If you can, who doesn''t want to leave and go to the next bigger stage to pursue yourself?

    "Well, is there any way?" dufo handed over a bottle of fruit wine just opened. Dooling waved his hand. He didn''t drink, or he seldom drank when he didn''t have to.

    Hang the windbreaker on the hanger. The room with yellow walls is slightly dark. There are some water stains left on the walls and ceiling. This is a temporarily rented room, which is handled by others.

    He sat down on the sofa that had lost its elasticity. His ass had a close contact with the wood board under the cushion. He almost didn''t shake his ass. He put his arms on the armrest and looked like lying in the bathtub. He stood up again, kicked the sofa hard, walked back and forth for a few steps, and then looked at the uneasy dufo.

    "Now there''s a way to get close to the mayor''s wife, Mrs. Vivian. According to my understanding, the mayor has taken care of his mistress outside, but he still respects Mrs. Vivian''s opinion. This is an opportunity. As long as Mrs. Vivian says a few words, it''s more useful than doing anything outside. It''s not easy to catch up with Mrs. Vivian. You may have to sacrifice …”

    Before Du Lin''s words were finished, dufo raised his hand to stop Du Lin from going on. He raised the wine bottle, took a fierce sip, tore the collar, took a deep sip of only half of the cigarette, and looked at Du Lin with slightly red eyes, "My father doesn''t know where he went. He may have died on the battlefield or pretended to be dead and ran away. My mother raised our brothers and sisters. It''s not easy for her these years. My brothers and sisters are still young and need to be taken care of. After I leave, remember what you said before. I don''t ask you to really take my family as your family, but you must take good care of him People... "

    "Remember to tell them I love them!"

    "Come on, what do you want me to do, assassinate someone, or do something else?"

    Looking at the slightly excited dufo, Du Lin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled directly. He felt a little pain in his stomach. Dufo was almost stupid. He looked at Du Lin directly and didn''t know if he had said something wrong.

    After a while, Du Lin stopped laughing, but when he saw the silly expression on dufo''s face, he couldn''t help laughing again.

    "Actually... It''s not what you think!" in the common language, the word sacrifice is essentially no different from the word death. If you add a little modification to the word, it will change from ordinary death to meaningful dedication, that is, what we call "sacrifice" Mrs. durin spoke a little fast and ignored the modifier, which made dufo think it might take her life as a price to move Vivian.

    After Du Lin explained, dufo laughed. He smiled for a while, rolled his eyes and took another sip of wine. "It scared me to death. I thought I had to see God. Could you use your words correctly next time? I remember you went to cram school with me!"

    Durin shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I admit my mistake, but you still have to ''sacrifice''."

    "I feel much better now!" the Buddha rubbed his face. "At least there is no need for ''death''"

    Immediately after Du Lin told Du fo about his plan, Du fo''s face turned green. It was really a sacrifice to let him cater to an old woman in her 40s. The muscles on his face were stiff, "can you... Change someone?"

    Du Lin asked, "do you think anyone among us is more handsome and handsome than you?" he opened his hand, asked himself and replied, "no, so in the end, I can only give you this arduous task. Moreover, you don''t suffer a loss. Don''t you think it''s exciting to play with a noble lady of the upper class with almost no consequences?", He came up to the Buddha, put his arm around his shoulder and said in a very... Tone: "think about it, you and the mayor will become cousins. How much face does it have to say?"

    "If you think you can make me feel better by saying that, then your plan has failed!" dufo lit another cigarette and lowered his head for a while, and Turin did not interfere with his thinking. After a moment, he raised his head fiercely and bounced the cigarette end on the ground. "I agreed. Damn it, I hate you and your plan, but I agreed on the horse!"