When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 13 Crazy Poor!
An old man wearing a straw hat suddenly jumped out from behind Boss Liao, raised his hand and grabbed Boss Liao's neck, and then let go of his hand the next moment.

"Hey, boss, that's it. Tell me, can you react?"

Boss Liao's face was calm, and his eyes seemed to reveal a feeling that everything was under control, but only he could feel his rapid heartbeat, "Then how can you be sure that that person has your skills?"

"Dare to do this kind of thing, and you haven't been caught for so many years, so you have to be a little bit skilled?" The straw hat old man sat down opposite Boss Liao, "Or, those PDs are too useless?"

They were in the store right now, Boss Liao and the straw hat old man gathered around the coffee table.

An old man wearing a top hat was sitting behind the counter, with a stack of notebooks spread out in front of him, holding a phone in his hand as if he was in contact with something.

These two old men can be regarded as Boss Liao's right-hand men. More than ten years ago, the three of them came from the east together, and they stumbled and struggled for more than ten years before they got what they are today.

The old man in the straw hat can fight, and he is ruthless. He handles most of the fights under Boss Liao's hands;

The old man in the top hat was more elegant, and he was considered a rare high-achieving student in his generation, so Boss Liao was in charge of many business and management matters.

The current situation in the store is that the old man in the top hat is doing work, while the boss, Boss Liao, is chatting beside him to pass the time, and the old man in the straw hat is acting as a companion to pass the time with his boss.

"They are useless, but they are not so useless. Maybe, that person really has some tricks."

Boss Liao smacked his lips, then seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look in the direction of the counter.

"Hey, we didn't bother you, did we?"

The old man in the top hat rolled his eyes cryptically, and then stroked his beard, "Boss, it's okay, you guys continue to chat, I'll be listening while I'm doing it, and I'm in a happier mood, right?"

"That's right. We have to be careful about this matter, so let's continue talking, so we can help you relieve your tension."

After Boss Liao finished speaking, he picked up a cup of tea in front of him, and there were faint ripples on the surface of the tea.

The old man in the straw hat glanced at his boss's slightly trembling arm, and pretended not to see it tactfully.

The three climbed up from the bottom step by step, and have worked together for more than ten years, so there is still some tacit understanding.

Although the old man in the top hat is now in charge of contacting and arranging, the person who formulates the specific policy and finally bears the consequences is obviously the middle-aged man who is drinking tea.

When it comes to tension and pressure, the two old men feel more or less good, but the one who is really nervous and stressed is self-evident.

As if he felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive, the old man in the top hat put down his work, walked out from behind the counter, and sat down beside the coffee table, "Boss, what were you talking about just now?"

As a subordinate, it is natural to help the leader share the pressure, and there is not much they can do, so chatting with them can be regarded as doing their part.

"The murderer." The straw hat old man replied.

"Which murderer?"

"That's the one." The straw hat old man scratched his head. "What's his name? That one has been committing crimes for a long time, committed many crimes one after another, and even sent letters to the media and the authorities to mock him. What's his name?"

"Zodiac?" The old man in the top hat guessed one.

"It's him." Boss Liao nodded in agreement.

"Have you caught it yet?" The old man in the top hat was a little surprised.

He usually has no interest in this kind of news, at most he just reads the headlines, and he doesn't really know the details.

But if he remembered correctly, his own hair was still black when he saw the news of this person for the first time.

Now that all these years have passed, the murderer has not been caught yet?

"Not yet." Boss Liao said with a smile: "And I heard that someone died at his hands recently, but I don't know whether it was him who did it, or his stupid fans imitating the crime."

The old man in the top hat analyzed: "If I remember correctly, the first time this person committed a crime was around the 70s, and it has been more than 30 years since now, assuming he was 20 years old at the time, he would be almost 60 years old now.

At such an old age, let alone murder, I think it would take a lot of effort if you asked him to kill a dog. It should be a fan imitation. This kind of tribute to 'idols' is very popular in the West. . "

"Hey, it's hard work for you to kill dogs yourself, don't think of other people like you." The old man with a straw hat patted his chest muscles beside him, "I'm in good health, and I can still get a shot every morning. Hehehe."

The straw hat old man didn't finish his sentence, but the complacency in his eyes made everyone understand.

Boss Liao squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and suddenly said to the old man in the top hat, "Hey, tell me, is the murderer right in front of us?"

The old man in the top hat was stunned for a moment, then he took a serious look at the old man next to him, and nodded seriously, "Boss, if you say so, he really looks like him."

Regardless of age or skill, they all fit perfectly.

"Hey, don't bring such an embarrassing person!" The old straw hat put the straw hat on the table, "I've seen what that guy did, it's outrageous enough, I went crazy to do these things? Doesn't that hurt me Yin De?"

"You, still care about Yinde?"

The straw hat old man is from Hannan. He has learned kung fu in the temple since he was a child, but apart from being able to fight, after so many years, I have never seen him pay attention to karma and yin virtue.

"Cut, it's because I've done too many bad things and I'm afraid my ancestors will blame me, so I care more about these things. If I meet this murderer, I'll keep him and kill him. I don't ask any Buddha Jesus to think of me well.

But at least when I go down, in front of the ancestors, talking about the deeds of this life can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, right? "

Boss Liao and the old man in the top hat didn't continue their jokes.

After all, people have moved all the ancestors out, so it would be inappropriate for you to joke around.

After all, Easterners are different from Westerners. You don’t need to care about the sky full of gods and Buddhas, but if you don’t even recognize your ancestors, you will really forget your roots.

Boss Liao put down his teacup, sighed, and thought of Nan Ke for some reason, "Then tell me, what will happen if Nan Ke meets the murderer?"

"he?"

The old man in the top hat smiled, and then took a sip of his teacup. Although he had never seen that 'Nan Ke', he must know it from Boss Liao's description.

"He will definitely kill that man, no, he should capture that man alive, and then take it to the police station for money. After all, according to what you said, boss, that man is poor and crazy."

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Guys, I'm so poor and crazy!
(End of this chapter)