Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Pan Zi brought Wuxie a bottle of Coke and asked him to sit down.

Wuxie understood why Pan Zi didn't live in his uncle's house, and his good intentions.

If I stay at my third uncle's house, it means I'm telling everyone else that my third uncle won't be back for a while.

"Master San, I'll go make a phone call."

Wuxie sat on the chair and watched Pan Zi leaning against the door frame and starting to make phone calls one by one.

Pan Zi had a smile on his face, but he was hung up in the middle of his speech.

He turned his head and looked at Wuxie, smiling awkwardly: "The signal is bad."

Then he made the call. Wuxie had already foreseen what was going to happen next.

He took a sip of Coke and squinted his eyes.

At the dinner in the evening, Wuxie asked Pan Zi for a gun and a dagger.

"Young Master San, it's also good for self-defense."

"It's just asking someone to do something for you, so it's inevitable that they will say something unpleasant. You have to be tolerant."

Wuxie knew that Pan Zi thought he was innocent, so he just smiled and nodded without saying anything.

This dinner party is destined to be unhappy.

After entering the private room, he looked around innocently.

There were three people sitting at the table, and the one in the middle was Wangba Qiu.

The two people next to him were in cahoots with him.

Perhaps they didn't take Wuxie seriously, so they only brought four guys with them.

Seeing that Wuxie didn't say anything when he saw them, Wangba Qiu snorted.

Pan Zi had no choice but to bow: "Master Qiu, two masters."

Then he pulled out the only empty chair and said, "Young Master San, sit here."

Pan Zi stood behind I believe and poured him tea.

"What's the matter with you coming to us?"

Wu Xie hesitated for a while and said, "I'm looking for you three because I want to go to Guangxi to set up a restaurant."

Wang Ba Qiu picked up the teacup and asked, "Young Master San, are you planning to get people for yourself?"

"Yes."

Wang Ba Qiu put down the teacup and showed his greedy face: "According to the rules of the underworld, before setting up a game, you have to throw a few things away first."

"Otherwise, how do we know whether what you said is true or false?"

Those people were talking left and right, and Pan Zi couldn't help but listen.

"During the New Year, didn't the Third Master advance you the money for this year's work?"

Wang Ba Qiu slammed the table and said, "The money that Third Master paid in advance was Third Master's money! Can Little Third Master be Third Master's son?!"

Wu Xie looked at them coldly, Pan Zi's eyes turned red with anger: "Can you please have some sense of morality?!"

"Everything should be based on reason!"

Even though Pan Zi was angry, he did not forget Wu Xie's serious mistake and held back from losing his temper.

"Okay, okay, Old Qiu, isn't that Pan Zi's temper?"

"Let's talk to Master San and ignore the other irrelevant guys."

The two people next to them seemed to be trying to stop the fight, but in fact they were reminding Wang Ba Qiu to get to the point.

Wang Ba Qiu threw the eighteen pieces in his hand and said, "Little Third Master, we are calling you Master today to give you face."

"If you really want to accomplish this, it's easy."

Wuxie put his hands together and placed them on the table.

His patience was almost exhausted, and he wanted to see what Wangba Qiu wanted.

Wushanju? Or Uncle San's house?

"Your uncle's house and the shop in Wushanju, Hangzhou. Pledge the deeds of these houses to us and we will help you."

"Everyone is naturally happy when the matter is done."

"If you can't do it, don't blame us. Just think of it as your bad luck."

Pan Zi angrily grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and threw it over: "Turtle, you are really after Third Master's shop, right?! You want to take over Third Master's business?!"

"I, Pan Zi, have no money and no friends, but I will risk my life to let you touch Third Master's things!"

Wang Ba Qiu stood up, walked to Pan Zi, and raised his hand to slap him in the face.

Wuxie snorted coldly, pulled out his dagger, and directly cut off his outstretched hand.

Pan Zidu was startled: "Young Master San!"

"what!!"

When the four guys were about to attack, Wuxie simply pulled out a gun and pointed it at Wangba Qiu's head.

"Now, can we talk properly?!"

The two men were so frightened by the aura emanating from Wuxie that they dared not move. His brother's aura was even more terrifying than that of Wu Sanxing.

Pan Zi looked at Wuxie with eyes that were frighteningly bright, as if he had found his backbone.

Third Master, little Third Master was not bullied.

Pan Zi’s incompetence allowed the Third Master to grow up so fast.

Wuxie loaded the gun, and Wangba Qiu was as cowardly as he was just now.

"Master San, I...I'll find someone right away!"

Wuxie shot and killed the four bodyguards behind him without even turning his head.

"Now, we are three against two, so I can talk to you properly."

Wuxie's shooting skills were so accurate that the three of them began to wonder if Wuxie had been hiding his abilities before.

But the next sentence made the three of them feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

"But...I don't want to talk about it anymore!"