Chapter 892 Drunk Zhuo Yi

That day, Zhuo Yi took sick leave and did not go to work.

After the group of reporters dispersed, he sent a text message to Zhong Lang: "Xiao Zhong, I feel a little uncomfortable today. There are a lot of things in the office recently. Sorry to bother you."

Zhuo Yi has always been a very polite person. Although Zhong Lang has only been working with him for a few months, and the affairs of the Songhai City Hundred Schools General Office have become more and more numerous as Zhuo Yi became famous, Zhong Lang did not feel tired at all. Zhuo Yi is his superior and also his brother. In private, the relationship between the two is actually very good.

"Brother Zhuo, if you feel uncomfortable, leave it to me. Take care of yourself. You have to go to work and go to the Demon Guardian. It's hard enough." When replying to Zhuo Yi's text message, Zhong Lang was watching the morning news.

The female anchor of the morning news re-broadcast the matter of the "Magic Intestinal Fungus Master". Now everyone in the world knows that Zhuo Yi has gone abroad to pick up someone...

Back in the apartment, Zhuo Yi put down his briefcase, took off his suit and shirt, and went to the refrigerator with his bare chest to get a stack of wine. This is not the beer that ordinary people drink, but a serious "wine". The advertising slogan "It's fun to be naughty" is written on the wine can.

This wine is made by fermenting a kind of spiritual grass, which can make people feel happy when they are upset.

But wine is still "wine" after all...

Drinking too much is not good.

Usually Zhuo Yi just drinks a can after get off work to relieve stress, but now Zhuo Yi has taken out all the inventory in the refrigerator because he feels particularly irritable today.

For some reason, Zhuo Yi has a feeling that he feels that he is living less and less like himself.

And he has become very unhappy...

Cans of wine after cans of wine still do not relieve Zhuo Yi's depressed mood.

When the alcohol concentration in his blood reached saturation, Zhuo Yi lay on his back on the sofa, burped for a long time, and shouted to the sky: "It's uncomfortable! Ma Fei!"

"Well... Who is Ma Fei?"

"Forget it... Whoever he is..."

"It's uncomfortable..."

"I'm so uncomfortable..."

Zhuo Yi felt that he seemed to be getting less and less confident. He lay on his back on the sofa. The wine in the wine jar had been consumed. Zhuo Yi threw the jar aside with a headache. The strong alcohol had soaked every blood vessel in his body, making him fall asleep.

...

...

At noon, Zhuo Yi still did not wake up under the influence of alcohol. At this moment, in his cadre apartment, the door handle of the outer door was turned, and a slightly fat man in night clothes broke into the apartment.

"I have successfully infiltrated." The man in the night clothes whispered. His mask was a communication magic weapon that could contact external members.

The cadre apartment was a place that was not easy to break into, but as a famous assassin in the dark web, Kong Ruye still completed his mission. He rarely does this kind of infiltration work, but the boss who hired him offered him a high price that he couldn't refuse.

After this last order, I will retire...

At the door, Kong Ruye sighed.

He took off the cloak on his shoulders and covered himself, and then his figure and breath completely disappeared.

In the living room, Zhuo Yi fell on the sofa with his legs spread out, drooling at the corners of his mouth.

Kong Ruye looked at the scattered leather wine bottles on the coffee table, and his whole spirit was tense to the extreme...

This person didn't go to work today?

And a master who just wiped out the evil spirits across the country would be drunk by just a few bottles of leather wine?

He didn't believe it...

Kong Ruye's first reaction was that Zhuo Yi was probably pretending!

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he observed Zhuo Yi's movements from a distance, but he didn't dare to act easily...

A real master would be more difficult to deal with after getting drunk.

Kong Ruye was sweating profusely in his cloak. As long as he didn't make a move, he was sure that he would not be discovered. The cloak on his body was a realm-level magic weapon, passed down from his ancestors. Although his own realm was not high, he relied on the courage given by this cloak to travel all over the country for so many years.

Now, Kong Ruye encountered a difficult problem in his life. He was thinking about whether to take action against Zhuo Yi...

If this person was really drunk, it would be fine.

But if he was pretending...

I am afraid that his life would be in danger.

This task...

is more difficult than he imagined.

The request he received was to take a hair from Zhuo Yi.

Although he didn't know what the employer wanted to do with Zhuo Yi's hair, it sounded like a not-too-difficult task at the time.

Just break into Zhuo Yi's apartment while he was at work and find a hair.

But now, because he couldn't tell whether Zhuo Yi was pretending to be drunk, Kong Ruye felt that he had a lot of psychological pressure.

After taking a few dozen seconds of deep breaths, Kong Ruye decided to bypass Zhuo Yi and not to contact him directly. Although the owner was at home, it would be dangerous to go there to cut his hair...

Judging from Zhuo Yi's living habits, this person is not particular about details. Maybe there are clues about hair in the bathroom.

However, when he came to the bathroom, Kong Ruye was dumbfounded again.

He couldn't imagine that a man's bathroom could be so organized and tidy that not even a speck of dust could be found.

Kong Ruye leaned over and touched the sink. There was not even a hair in it...It seems that this Zhuo doesn't lose hair when he takes a bath. And even if there is hair, he has the habit of cleaning it.

Why...

Kong Ruye felt hurt.

Why can this man be so strong with such a lot of hair...

Even the bathroom is so clean, it seems that there will be no hair in the bedroom.

The wine bottles randomly placed outside are just Zhuo Yi's occasional indulgence.

For the sake of caution, he went to the bedroom to confirm again. After confirming that there was no hair, he finally aimed at Zhuo Yi who was drunk in the living room again.

"So I have to do it myself?" Kong Ruye swallowed his saliva, took out a pair of small scissors, and slowly crawled to the sofa.

Just as he was about to do it, Zhuo Yi suddenly yelled loudly: "Do you know! Do you know... it should be... you are fat and I am thin..."

Damn it!

I was discovered!

Kong Ruye took back the scissors and sweated profusely. He was wearing a cloak, but the other party guessed that he was a fat man!

Sure enough, this guy was in disguise!

In a panic, Kong Ruye hurriedly fled out of the apartment, but at this time Zhuo Yi actually turned over and held his feet.

Ah!

Kong Ruye, who was about to run away, screamed and fell to the ground. His forehead came into close contact with the coffee table in front of Zhuo Yi, making a loud bang.

This coffee table was given by Master Diulei on the day when the Strategic Research Institute opened. It was made of a special material and was extremely hard. Even a person in the Spiritual Transformation Stage could not break it easily.

So, Kong Ruye fainted with blood all over his head...