The Monster I Was Redeemed

No matter what Jin Ping'an thought, the torture on the messenger's side continued.

"Don't ask me what you say, I will decide how many fingers I will leave you based on the satisfaction of the information."

This time, the messenger held two of his fingers at once: "Who is Brother Huo?"

"Brother Huo's name is Zhang Yan! It's the red stick of Xuanlong Bar! Boss Ma's most important subordinate!"

The boss, who finally figured out the reason for the severed finger, changed his attitude of slapping a fart, and now he doesn't care about offending anyone.

He spit out everything he knew: "Zhang Yan used to play black boxing. Because someone forced him to play fake matches, he didn't want to be disabled, so he ran away and finally went to the name of Boss Ma!"

"Every night from seven o'clock to four in the morning, if there is nothing wrong in the field, he will sleep in the lounge of the bar."

"He must know the person who wants to get the grimace hawk moth tattoo, and he was still talking about the previous story when he got the tattoo!"

As the saying goes, a man is a woodcarver, if he doesn't fight, he can't make a move. If he doesn't fight, he can't succeed. His attitude perfectly corresponds to this old saying.

At this moment, when the boss talks about Brother Huo, it can be said that he has no fear of revenge from others.

It's just a matter of saying that this brother Huo knows where the person you're looking for is, so you can quickly find him.

"How reliable is this information?"

The courier's palm tightened slightly, causing a strong sense of oppression, and the boss felt as if his fingers were run over by a car.

"One hundred percent! Because my backer is Boss Ma, Zhang Yan often brings people here!"

The boss's tone was firm and decisive, without a moment's pause.

He anxiously waited for the messenger's text, and no one knew whether this information could satisfy this stubborn scumbag.

The messenger slowly released his palm and helped him loosen his bindings by the way.

"Your money, and yours."

The messenger threw the deposit previously given to the boss to Jin Ping'an again.

Before throwing it away, he took three pictures from the envelope and slapped them on the boss: "Medical expenses and intelligence expenses, you can recover after taking your fingers back to cultivate for a while."

The boss showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Thank you, brother."

Looking at the boss with a broken finger and a lame leg, Jin Ping'an's heart was full of mixed feelings.

He clearly asked for 10,000 not long ago, but he wouldn't let one go, and he was beaten up.

Now the feng shui turns, he betrayed his family, and he was injured all over to get 3,000 yuan, and he didn't know if it was enough for medical expenses.

What's the point of this?

Jin Ping'an sighed in his heart, and walked to the front unconsciously.

As he was about to open the door and go out, the messenger grabbed him by the collar.

"Go open the door." The messenger instructed the boss.

In Jin Ping'an's puzzled eyes, the corner of the boss's mouth twitched, he limped to the door, and knocked on the door three times.

Then he shouted through the door, "It's me."

After doing all this, he pulled the latch to open the door.

After Jin Ping'an came out, he finally understood why the messenger didn't let him open the door.

Behind the door, the two apprentices were ready to go with their bats, waiting to hit the door opener.

The boss scolded the two apprentices sharply: "What are you doing with the club? Hurry up to work, have you dragged the ground? Have you finished practicing the totem? What are you doing here stupidly?

Don't hurry to work! "

The two apprentices are not fools either, seeing that the limping boss has already guessed the matter.

They went back to their respective posts without saying a word.

After the apprentices bowed their heads, the boss turned around and smiled awkwardly: "The baseball bat is actually used as a reference for tattoos. They are still apprentices, so they often take them out to observe."

This reason cannot be said to be far-fetched, it can only be said to be fooling the ghost.

Jin Ping'an reveals that you are lying to a fool? expression.

The boss is also an old man, and he puts on a posture that whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

The messenger was expressionless and walked towards the door without saying a word.

A daily defense tip.

When you are done with someone else, you must pay attention when you go out, see if there are people on both sides of the door, and keep a safe distance of more than half a meter when passing some corners.

Because at any time there may be someone knocking a sap.

When the two walked out of the door, one of the apprentices quietly walked to the door and stuck his head out, looking at the entrance of the alley.

After confirming that they had left, he turned back and gestured towards the room.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, why are you stopping us?" Among them, apprentice No. 1 was treating the boss's wounds, and he seemed to be a little worried about letting go of the messenger and Jin Ping'an.

Because Jin Ping'an buckled a piece of leather from the leather recliner not long ago, he was scolded.

"Hey, take it easy!"

The boss took a deep breath and made a negligible contribution to global warming.

In the outer city of Jiuhua, a medical kit is a necessity, and dressing up is a must for almost everyone, but don’t expect their dressing techniques to be any better.

"We can't afford that man, he's a hunter with a gun."

Apprentice No. 1 thought for a while and said, "Those with guns... There shouldn't be many bounty hunters in Qianhua City who are qualified to carry guns, right?"

"From Nevada City, hurry up and pack up all the valuables and prepare to run away."

After a simple bandage on the leg, the boss is not worried about the injury on his hand at this time. Compared with this small injury, what needs to be done now is to quickly pack up and leave here.

Apprentice No. 2 is quite puzzled: "Isn't he just a bounty hunter, he shouldn't make such a fuss, even if he has a gun, can he overturn the entire Jiuhua by himself?"

"You are still young and have never heard of Vice City's name."

The boss has already started to pack up some small valuables.

While packing his things, he was also explaining the seriousness of the matter to the two young people.

The boss asked: "Do you think the underground forces in Qianhua City are powerful?"

Apprentice No. 1 said with a longing tone: "It must be amazing. They occupied the outer city of Jiuhua, and even the official can't do anything about them."

He fantasized all the time that he could reach that level one day.

Apprentice No. 2 echoed the road next to him, and so did his thoughts.

The boss said coldly: "Hehe, if I said that the Jiuhua Outer City was built, it was just a small character who escaped from the Neihua City and was too incompetent?"

"Impossible, if they are still small roles, what level are those big guys, and they can sell military missiles?" Apprentice No. 2 obviously didn't believe his boss's words.

"I'll give you the store. If you want to die, you can stay here."

The boss didn't bother to explain to these two idiots.

They are typical young people in Qianhua City. They enter the black area with a curious mind and try to make a big career like the protagonist in the movie.

And the boss just took a fancy to the free labor of these two people, so he fooled them over as apprentices. They wanted to die, and they had no reason to stop them.