"Master Wang, my water pipe burst, can it be repaired?"
"Xiuxiu can still be used."
Wang Hong put down the utility knife in his hand, turned around and walked into the neighbor's door. No one would have thought that this honest and honest property electrician in blue overalls would once have the codename "Honglu" that made the entire Western underground world tremble.
He just wants to save money to buy a house with a small courtyard in this second-tier city and live a peaceful life. But there are always blind second-generation ancestors who want to step on his neighbors, and there are always former enemies who want to break this tranquility.
When the top killer sneaked into a community with a blackout, Wang Hong lit a cigarette in the dark.
A fuse, a rusty wrench, and five minutes later, only neat "parts" were left on the ground.
"I said, you can touch me, but if you touch my neighbor, you have to break it."
That was the first time Lin Qing saw the other side of Wang Hong, the man who always smiled naively and whose eyes were colder than a scalpel.
