Super son-in-law of a beautiful president

Cool Art Tattoo Studio.

Tattoo artist Yue Chaoqun, who has worked here for many years, ushered in the most embarrassing day since his debut.

There were more than a dozen young people with tattoos who came to the store to ask for their tattoos to be removed.

Among them, three or four were the knives he personally owned at the beginning.

Yue Chaoqun: Brother, do you think my tattoos are not good enough, not realistic enough?

Youth with tattoos: The tattoos are good and realistic.

Yue Chaoqun: Then why did you wash it off?How artistic!

Youth with tattoos: I thought it was very artistic at the time, but now it is a burden and easy to get beaten.

Yue Chaoqun is about to go crazy: Damn it!Tattoos are inherently domineering, and it's almost as good as beating others!
Young man with tattoo: Don't talk nonsense, I just asked if you can wash it off?I still have a few buddies who want to wash together, group buying, can I get a discount?
Yue Chaoqun: ...

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Xinyue Tea House.

It is still very deserted.

The charming proprietress Du Xinyue entertained few guests while knocking sunflower seeds.

This teahouse is where Lu Ping invited Cao Ermeng and Shen Long to drink tea that day.

A cup of tea changed the looks of the two eldest brothers, Cao and Chen.

A cup of tea gave the eldest lady a way to decorate her villa.

Also a cup of tea.

In a seemingly airtight private room.

Drink deep, drink low.

Pork King sat inside alone, picking up his grease-stained mobile phone from time to time to check the time.

About 10 minutes later, his guests arrived.

This guest was very strange. He was wearing a Monkey King costume, and his face was painted into a monkey face, with shining gold hoops and cheeks puffed with powder.He is slender, but he doesn't hold a golden cudgel.

"Oh my god, rare guest. Where is the performance?" The proprietress Du Xinyue threw melon seeds at him.

Sun Wukong pointed at Du Xinyue and said, "Why should I go! I don't want to serve my house, don't come in and disturb me, do you hear me?"

"Got it, monkey temper!" Du Xinyue threw another melon seed peel at him.

Monkey King went straight into the tea room where the Pork King stayed.

Pork King was slightly startled and stood up.

Sun Wukong gave him a 'shh', then glanced outside a few times, and closed the door.

"The old god is mysterious." Pork King murmured.

Monkey King didn't sit down, but stood there and asked softly: "Did you kill him?"

Pork King asked: "Did you get the final payment?"

Sun Wukong said angrily: "I asked you if you killed it?"

"No...no." Pork King said, and glanced at the door.

Sun Wukong scolded: "No? Then you still ask me to get the final payment? Waste, aren't you usually quick to kill pigs with a knife!"

Pork King said: "It's not ambiguous to kill a pig, but it's killing people, so you just give me 5 yuan?"

Sun Wukong asked anxiously: "It's too little? Why didn't you say it was too little?"

Pork King was about to speak when the door moved slightly.

Then someone pushed the door open and entered.

It was Lu Ping.

Monkey King was taken aback immediately, raised his head and asked, "Who are you, you went wrong...is it you?"

Lu Ping walked over with a smile: "Brother Monkey? You didn't go to learn Buddhist scriptures with your master, and you came here to drink tea leisurely. I'm afraid your master has been captured by the goblin right now."

Sun Wukong glared at Pork King: "You... Big pig, you betrayed me?"

"Tell me, do we know each other?" Lu Ping sat down calmly and poured himself a bowl of tea.

Sun Wukong crossed his arms and played monkey-like: "I don't know."

Lu Ping asked back: "I don't know why you bought me to kill me? Is my handsomeness putting pressure on you?"

"What's this called? You're not a goblin. Why should I kill you?" Sun Wukong was ambiguous, already making a move.

Lu Ping frowned: "You'd better tell the truth, my patience is limited."

"You're...you're...grandma, good-bye!" Sun Wukong cursed, and rushed out the door with all his strength.

But if you push it, you won't be able to move it.

The back of the clothes seemed to be scratched by something.

ah?no.Was it caught by this kid surnamed Lu?So fast?
As soon as Lu Ping exerted force, he pulled Monkey King back.

Then he grabbed the monkey's head and pressed him against the wall behind him.

Sun Wukong struggled a few times, but couldn't get away, his thin lips opened a gap: "If you have the ability, let me go, we will fight face to face!"

"Okay!" Lu Ping let go of his hand.

Monkey King shook his neck and rubbed his wrists, and his ankles moved a few times.

It seems that he often practices martial arts or exercises regularly.

Also know to warm up before fighting.

Lu Ping stood there without moving, and even took a moment to stuff a cigarette into his mouth.

Sun Wukong saw that the opponent was a trainer, and he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He was calculating how many moves he could subdue the opponent, and then took the opportunity to slip away. Anyway, he was wearing makeup, and neither he nor the Pork King had seen his true face.

Lu Ping raised his foot and kicked over.

Sun Wukong clutched his stomach and staggered down on the chair behind him.

Ouch... is this the end?
The battle is over before you even make a move?

"Let's talk now!" Lu Ping emphasized: "I'm short on time, you'd better hurry up!"

Sun Wukong stood up slowly, leaned against the wall, his eyes rolled around: "Anyway, it fell on your hands, what do you want me to say?"

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Du Xinyue, the proprietress of the teahouse, opened the door and came in: "What's the matter, in this room just now?"

Lu Ping turned around and smiled at her: "There will be a performance tomorrow, and Wukong and I have rehearsed a few fight scenes here."

Du Xinyue was surprised and said, "So you belong to their troupe too? Didn't realize it, but you're still an actor. Tell my sister, what are you playing in it? The bull devil or the spider spirit? Or..."

Lu Ping was speechless: "Boss, please bring me a basin of water, Wukong needs to remove his makeup."

Du Xinyue asked back: "I have a special makeup remover, which should be more effective in removing makeup. Do you want to use it? It's cheaper for you, 100 yuan for one use."

Lu Ping nodded: "Okay, anyway, whoever removes the makeup will pay for it."

Du Xinyue left with a smile.

"Brother Monkey, think about what to say first, I'll wait for you to remove your makeup." Lu Ping said, sitting down to drink tea.

Sun Wukong leaned against the wall blankly, with no expression on his face.

After a while.

The lotion was brought, Brother Monkey took off his makeup.

This is actually a handsome young student, 24 or [-] years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, pretty nose and thin lips.

He clutched his belly and drooped his head, looking embarrassed.

Pork King exclaimed: "This kid looks more handsome than me! Such a handsome guy, can he kill people?"

Lu Ping reminded: "Brother, let me be frank, but you are not handsome at all."

The Pork King laughed aloud: "It used to be fine, but time is a butcher's knife."

Lu Ping looked at Sun Wukong after removing his makeup: "Name."

Wukong replied: "Chu Fengyong."

"age."

"28, imaginary years old."

"You look young, occupation?"

"Little samurai from the circus, full-time playing Monkey King."

Lu Ping looked him up and down, and continued to ask: "First, I'm not a monster, and second, we don't know each other. Then, why did you hire him to kill me?" Lu Ping said, pointing to the Pork King next to him.

After thinking for a while, Chu Fengyong said: "It's very simple. I've heard about the past of Pork King. He was also a well-known figure in the Tao. Yes, but killing someone should not be difficult for him."

Speaking of this, the Pork King beside him sighed.

Although he is a hero and does not mention his bravery back then, that period of glorious history is indeed worth recalling.

"Your answer can only show that you are picky. To save money, you hired a butcher to do it, and you only give people 5 yuan. A life is [-] yuan. You are so fucking good at picking! Brother Monkey, you are a circus Is the group salary very low?" Lu Ping asked.

Pork King hurriedly replied: "I don't have [-], and I still have [-] left!"

"Shut up first! How dare you take risks for 5 yuan!" Lu Ping glared at him.

Chu Fengyong sighed: "Who would have thought that you are a tough idea! If I knew this, I shouldn't have found a pig butcher... At most, I would give you more money. At least, I can still pay hundreds of thousands."

Pork King was not happy anymore, he stood up and cursed: "Damn it, you are insulting me!"

Chu Fengyong snorted coldly: "You traitor, frame me!"

"Let me ask you again, the motive and purpose of the murder. I don't know you at all, and you certainly don't know me either." Lu Ping tapped the table and extracted the key points of the topic.

"That's right, I don't know you." Chu Fengyong nodded: "I just do it for money."

Lu Ping was slightly surprised: "For money?"

Chu Fengyong told the truth: "Someone gave me 20 yuan and asked me to kill you."

Lu Ping asked: "So, there are employers behind the employer?"

The Pork King was even more restless when he heard this, and the fat on his face trembled with anger: "Others gave you 20, why did you just give me 15? You...you made a net profit of [-] by doing this? You You really know how to do business!"

Chu Fengyong looked disdainful: "20 wants me to kill people, am I stupid? That's why I found you!"

Pork King has a feeling of being teased.

They all sell pork, which smoothes the will and the bottom line.

"Let me ask you, who is the employer?" Lu Ping calmed down, feeling that he was still sold at a low price.

There was a trace of coldness in Chu Fengyong's eyes: "You better stop asking, it's not good for you to know too much."

Lu Ping frowned: "I'm not afraid that Feng Da will flash his tongue! Brother Monkey, someone is going to kill me now. I don't even know who the person who killed me is. Can I give up?"

"So what can you do if you know?" Chu Fengyong said softly: "He is scary."

Lu Ping asked, "How terrible is it?"

"I dare not say." Chu Fengyong's eyes showed a trace of panic.

"Then I'll help you to be more courageous." Lu Ping stood up, grabbed Chu Fengyong's clothes, and slapped him down with a big slap.

In an instant, Brother Monkey turned into a pig's head.

Seeing his virtue, Pork King felt a lot more psychologically balanced.

With her face swollen like this, she's not much more handsome than me.

Chu Fengyong covered his face, the combination of numbness and pain was very heartbreaking.

Lu Ping raised his hand and asked back: "Do you dare now? If you don't dare, I will heat you up."

"Dare, dare, I say!" Chu Fengyong faltered.