I'm A Trash

Episode 13's

Cigars with a diameter similar to an adult thumb with a length may be more pointed at the index finger, casually tucked between the fingers of a man sitting casually in his room. The white strands of her hair were adrift nicely to the back entirely, becoming a symbol of an age that was no longer young. But still quite visible stocky in the amount of time he has lived up to this moment.

Wang Junli Wang Dong.

"Film ...."

Smoke from the smoke from the cigar in his mouth, fluttering filled the air around.

It was a situation of waiting for the man.

Yes ... awaits the result of his order.

Time welcomes us in the end.

In the suction of climbing to so many, a fiery object the size of the index finger was not to stick to his lips. The sound of thumping from the direction of the door became the breaker of his current calm rhythm.

Two men, coming side by side informing me, "Boss, the man has been taken! It's on the company's doorstep!" said one of them of course.

Wang Junli responded to the spirit, "Take him to meet me!" his word is of course directly carried by the two of his messengers. They passed by without picking up anything afterwards.

Before long, the door was knocked back from the outside.

"Lake in!" Wang Junli.

Only ten seconds.

The figure he had been waiting for to finish off the cigar-rods, now clearly showing the nose, stood right in front of him.

Lin Mu's.

There were seven men behind him who acted as thrusters, until his feet reached this room. In his view, the old figure who sat relaxed in a straight line of his position stood at this time-opposite.

"Buck! Do you know what kind of trouble you've made?!" Wang Junli's thunderous voice controlled the silent atmosphere in his room. "Wang Dong is my son!" He admitted then.

Huhh ....

After momentarily digesting that sentence, Lin Mu lightly responded, "Oh, this matter?" said relaxed. "The child was beaten and the parents came out?"

PROK PROK PROK PROK

Wang Junli's pair of hands slapped each other, forming a pat-between in awe, or perhaps.

"Good, good!" he said full of scorn. "Dare to talk to me like this. It looks like Lin really has great people" he added.

The new cigar came back from inside the box on the table in front of him. But before turning on the thing, Wang Junli first said, "As a senior, I won't make things difficult for you either. You can go, as long as ..." For a moment the old man was silent, only to pull a little corner of his lips, "you broke your hand yourself."

Lin Mu attacked with a defiant scent, "What if I don't want to?"

From behind, a palm belonging to one of Wang Jungli's accomplices gripped his shoulder quite hard. "Rancid boy! Still don't know yourself!"

But who would have thought, before the hand reached its wish of giving a small lesson, Lin Mu had already taken action first.

BUGH

One raw bogeman landed heavily on the face of a man whose looks were not important enough for him to know whether or not he was good. He punched the man without looking at him at a glance, but agile and on target around his neck.

Steady!

GREBB

One hit in reply Lin Mu failed. Clasped the challenger's wrist, then pulled him forward once snapped. Making the man's sturdy body thump on the table in front of Wang Junli, resulting in the object being smashed everywhere.

Although it was quite surprising to him, Wang Junli still looked relaxed with the cigar he had already started. "Your skills aren't bad" he commented rawly.

With less than one person down, the remaining six of Wang Junli's henchmen began to form a circular formation - surrounding Lin Mu - trapping him in a checkmate position.

There was no movement of anticipation from Lin Mu, other than the tail of the eyes that he turned to and fro, as well as his slanted smile which then got a murky response from Wang Junli.

"Good, fine. Now you can still smile," he said cynically. "Indeed, great people come from young people like you." His eyes glimmered impatiently. The next game might be a lot of fun, he thought. "SAVE HIM!"

"You go forward together" he added, very, very relaxed. "I'm in a hurry, and still have to leave a little time to chat with your boss!"

A sweet request, which was certainly greeted blazingly by the six young men.

After it was seen that his opponent started to take attacking cues, only then did Lin Mu put up horses and anticipated blows.

And there was a fistfight that delighted the whole martial universe.

BUGH

BUGH

BANG

ZAPH

BANG

POW

BRACKET

BRACKET

BRACKET

Ten seconds later ....

Not paper trash or scattered banana shells, the beautiful scenery of the room was contaminated by the scattered bodies of Wang Junli's accomplices who had just been devoured by Lin Mu's demonic abilities.

There was no sound of breath gasping like after a fight in general, there was also no blood splash even though it was a drop, Lin Mu even looked as if he had just finished cleaning the bedroom. The young man was instead busy tidying up his sleeves which might be .. slightly tangled.

Others thereof ....

"W-how can you?!" Wang Junli shouted. The old man had just come out of his shock. His body lifted with a flailing look. A feeling of fear began to crawl over him in an instant.

"All right! We can already discuss the problem. You and your son wasted so much of my time. How are you gonna pay me?" said and asked Lin Mu with a faint smile.

Wang Junli lowered his body back to the body of the sofa. The fierce gesture left him with no other choice but to .... "This is my son's fault! Now I'll send you forty billion dollars, as compensation."

Before confirming it, Lin Mu first made sure. "Is it using a traceable account?"

"Oh, no, no! Definitely not!" Wang Junli replied to the lightning. "This is my anonymous account that's overseas. It's definitely safe!" repelled.

"Good job!" said Lin Mu.

One palm of his hand was seen he slipped into the inner pocket of the white suit he was wearing - raking something. "Send to this card!"

Wang Junli's gaze then fell on a silver-colored card in Lin Mu's hand. "good. I'll send it now. But I need to use the computer there for a minute." Through his face, he pointed to a table, with a computer in the middle.

Lin Mu only nodded his head thinly.

Before long Wang Junli started to get busy with the keyboard and the screen lit up in front of him. In detail, he typed the nominal he had triggered earlier to Lin Mu, continuing with the row of account numbers belonging to the super young man, as a transfer container.

"It's done!" said tell. The old man even turned and turned his computer towards Lin Mu to convince. "The money I sent. See, is the nominal appropriate?"

Lin Mu had seen it. I have no doubt, because it is clear. "Then thank you, Boss Wang!" said it. "If there's no other business, I'll go first."

There was a bit of unusual gurgle shown by Wang Junli. A strange slash of grin was plastered on his facial wrinkles which may have reeked of soil. "Brother Lin, don't rush off like that."

And yes ....

A small black firearm he raised and he pointed it towards Lin Mu, with the trigger position ready to pull.

"Let's talk again."