What bad intentions can an alchemist have?

Chapter 10 Rules
"You're an old boy who knows how to talk. Okay, I'll give you some face this time. You should train this stupid young man well later and set some rules for him. Next time, don't blame the brothers for not being good enough. It’s a shame for you!”

Lin Hu said to Qian Ming with a big look on his face.

Qian Ming, who was over thirty years old, nodded and bowed with a smile on his face: "Absolutely, Brother Hu, don't worry, I promise it won't happen again!"

Lin Hu turned to look at Su Mu: "Boy, you're lucky this time. Learn some rules in the future. Don't just glare at others and make faces. Not everyone is as good-tempered as me!"

While he was talking, Lin Hu even punched in the air to scare him.

Su Mu was eager to fight against his gesture, but didn't even move.

Thirteen years of fighting experience in the [All Heavens], even now the road to transcendence has not yet begun.

Everything is still in the dormant stage.

But at that moment, Su Mu still had at least 32 ways to kill him with one blow.

But he didn't take action after all.

The good intentions of old money cannot be wasted.

Grandma Tu and Momo really have no ability to resist risks at all.

The most important thing is that his own strength is still at the stage of development.

So he chose silence and patience.

After watching Lin Hu and the others swagger away.

Su Mu said to Qian Ming, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. After the salary is paid, I will pay for the box of cigarettes!"

"It doesn't matter whether you make up for it or not. Since Director Feng asked me to take care of you, you can be considered my apprentice."

Lao Qian is a nice person, and he is not unhappy at all because of what happened just now: "It's just a pack of cigarettes, your master, I'm still short of the twenty yuan."

"But you kid, please be more careful in what you say and do in the future. Although I can't stand those three grandsons of Liu Mang. If possible, I wish they would be tortured to death right now. But if I think about it, don't Really show it. They are all old and young, there is no need to get angry with them."

Su Mu nodded silently, keeping Lao Qian's kindness in mind.

"Let's go and take a rest while there's still some time. We're still busy in the afternoon!"

Later, Lao Qian patted Su Mu on the shoulder and told him not to think about the unpleasantness just now.

I pulled him towards the staff dormitory.

Soon, we arrived at the staff dormitory.

"You are in this dormitory, on the lower bunk on the right side of the door. I live in the front. If you need anything, come to me anytime!"

Lao Qian took Su Mu to the door of a dormitory, said a few words briefly, and then returned to his dormitory.

Su Mu watched Lao Qian leave, then turned around and opened the dormitory door.

When the door opened, an unpleasant smell of foot odor mixed with other smells hit my face.

Su Mu's face changed slightly when he was smoked.

The smell is simply too good.

As the door opened and Su Mu saw the inside of the dormitory, he not only remembered the student dormitory when he was in high school.

Four bunk beds, eight beds in total.

Six people have already stayed there.

Their bedding was black and yellow, and it looked like they had been used for a long time.

Only the bunk on the canopy bed on the right side of the door was empty, but a clean and tidy quilt was spread out on the lower bunk.

This should be his bed that Lao Qian mentioned.

But now, lying on that clean and tidy bedding was a man with unkempt hair, looking at his legs, and a cigarette in his mouth.

Especially the man's feet on the bedclothes were covered with dirt and pitch black.

This made Su Mu frown.

As Su Mu pushed the door open and entered, the dormitory where someone was talking suddenly fell silent.

Everyone in the room looked at him.

The unkempt man lying on Su Mu's bed also looked askance at him. "Are you new here?"

He had a cigarette in his mouth and didn't take it out when he spoke.

Instead, with the movement of his lips when he spoke, the ash with sparks fell directly onto the brand new bedding, burning a dark hole in it.

"it's me!"

Su Mu nodded, then frowned slightly and said to the man, "This should be my bed!"

"Your bed?"

After hearing this, the disheveled Wei Qiang slowly sat up straight: "Who made the rule?"

"Yeah, who rules?"

"Isn't it all the same?"

"What's your bed? This bed belongs to Brother Qiang!"

"You're a newbie, do you know the rules?"

"You dare to challenge our strong brother as soon as you come here. You need to be dealt with, right?"

As soon as the disheveled Wei Qiang opened his mouth, the other five people in the dormitory immediately started talking to each other.

Wei Qiang had a playful smile on his face and shrugged at Su Mu.

It's like saying, I just took over your bed, but what can you do to me?
Su Mu laughed a little dumbly.

I was fucked by Lin Hu and the others in the dining hall just now, but when I got to the dormitory, I had to face the threat of ostracizing newcomers again.

It seems that the outer city in the real world has truly demonstrated the jungle law of the jungle, where the jungle prevails and the strong eats the strong.

"Here, give our newbie brother a basin. I haven't washed my feet for several months. I'll ask our newbie brother to rub them for me today!" Wei Qiang waved his hand and refused to cheer and watch the fun. The people who were in serious trouble lowered their voices: "Of course, don't misunderstand, this is our rule here. All newcomers have to serve us old people for a few days. If you don't believe me, ask the big guys?"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"Brother Qiang is right!"

"You don't understand anything, how can you know what the rules are if you don't serve the old man?"

As Wei Qiang's voice sounded, the other five people echoed loudly again.

After Wei Qiang finished speaking, he looked at Su Mu playfully, and with a pop, he spit the cigarette butt in his mouth straight towards Su Mu.

Su Mu ducked sideways and let the cigarette butt fall to the ground.

When Wei Qiang saw this, he twitched his neck and spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm.

If Su Mu's feet hadn't moved out of the way again, this mouthful of thick phlegm would have been spat directly onto Su Mu's feet.

It can be said to be provocation to the extreme.

At this time, a person sleeping in the lower bunk near the window bent down and took out a ceramic iron basin from the bottom of the bed.

He raised his hand and swung it towards Su Mu sideways.

He didn't say hello or remind him at all.

He just wanted to make Su Mu look embarrassed and give him a showdown.

But Su Mu didn't even look back, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and with a snap, he firmly caught the basin that was thrown from the air.

Wei Qiang, Ma Jindao, sat by the bed, and continued to put pressure on Su Mu with a smile: "Now that you have taken the basin, don't be stunned. Go get water to wash your brothers' feet. We have different rules here." I'll leave it to you to destroy it. Otherwise, the brothers won't be happy!"

"Brother Qiang is right, our rules cannot be broken!"

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and fetch water!"

"There isn't much time to rest at noon. If you waste any more time, I'll slap you with a big ear-scratcher!"

A succession of voices came with gloating mockery.

(End of this chapter)