"I can't decide on the bald man's property!" Huang Mao said, "These all have to go through legal procedures. He has relatives, and these will be given to them first. All I can get is his power. I am a bald man.
The second boss here, now that Bald is dead, I can be the boss, but I still have to do the making of money myself."
"I thought that if Baldhead died, everything would be yours!" Zhao Gangjun curled his lips helplessly.
"If that happens, all the bosses in the world will be in danger, because as long as they die, whoever kills them will get their property!" Huang Mao said, "I can get it, but it is only a part of the shares.
That’s all!”
"Then things will be simple."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "I don't care if you are your boss, but I want you to be my gun."
"gun?"
Huang Mao looked at Zhao Gangjun in confusion.
"I don't care what you do or how you make money, I want a share of it. When I ask you to do things for me, you do things for me. Of course, you can also try to get someone to kill me, but you have to make sure
, I didn’t give this video to my friends.” Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, “**, you come here to fool around and make money, give me a copy, that’s it, what do you think?… Phew!!”
After saying these words, Zhao Gangjun took a deep breath and his face turned a little red for some reason.
"This..." Huang Mao looked at Zhao Gangjun's face. For some reason, he felt cold in his heart, and then said, "Okay!"
"Okay, let's start with this nightclub cooperation. Baldhead is dead, so the cooperation will definitely continue. How much is Baldhead's share? Be honest!" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Thirty percent!" Huang Mao said.
"Then give me 15%." Zhao Gangjun said, "Give me 15% of Bald's shares. Correspondingly, I will still go to the nightclub when the time comes, and if there is anything you can't handle,
You can come to me if you have any problems, we are partners, right?"
"This is acceptable!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Huang Mao nodded and said, "My death will not do you any good. It will only plunge the bald men into another round of melee. You should just want to make money, and I will too."
I need a strong helper to prevent people here in Yunlong District from killing me and silencing me. When the time comes, I will give you shares and money, and you can help me do something within your capabilities, right?"
"That's right!"
Zhao Gangjun nodded and said, "In this way, I am no longer a gangster. I am making money from you. This is at least beneficial to the country and the people, hahaha!"
So, on a night like this.
Baldhead died, stabbed to death by his own men, but Zhao Gangjun reached an agreement with Huang Mao.
In this way, Zhao Gangjun began to walk on a half-black and half-white road, which was somewhat different from the all-black road he and his father took back then.
Where this road can go depends on Zhao Gangjun's own luck.
After leaving the parking lot, Zhao Gangjun returned home. How to deal with things later is not Zhao Gangjun's concern. Anyway, just give me the benefits that should be given to me. I have your lifeblood in my hand. I don't understand that you can't run away.
Where to go.
"You came back very late!"
Guo Furong was watching TV on the sofa. When she saw Zhao Gangjun coming back, she said with a smile, "Where did you go to pick up girls at night? You still smell of alcohol! Aren't you afraid that your sister Lingling will scold you if she finds out?"
"Don't Sister Lingling know?"
Zhao Gangrong smiled and said, "Sister Furong, I'm going to bed first. See you tomorrow!"
"Go for it!"
Guo Furong nodded, watching Zhao Gangjun enter the room, Guo Furong's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
"He smells of blood. Why is this kid going there? Is he going to harm the ignorant little girl?"
Guo Furong thought to herself.
After returning to the room, Zhao Gangjun naturally began to practice Yin and Yang.
After Yin Yang Dafa reaches the third level, it returns to its slow cultivation speed.
Zhao Gangjun could feel that his Yin Yang Dafa had barely made any progress after absorbing Yang Qi and Yin Qi every day.
This one is much worse than when I first started practicing it.
However, I heard from my father that this thing relies on opportunities. If you don't have the opportunity, no matter how hard you practice, you will still be slow. But if the opportunity is enough, you might just fart and you will rise to several levels.
Zhao Gangjun lay on the ground and touched a white thing hanging on his chest.
This stuff is cold to begin with.
This thing is said to be made of bones and looks like a copper plate. It is said that this thing didn't look like this earlier. Later, I spent several years using chemical and biological agents to successfully transform my home.
The zodiac-shaped sign made of the twelve bones of his head was smashed and turned into a copper plate, which was said to bless him and make a lot of money.
"call!"
Zhao Gangjun pressed the one on his heart, and his rapidly beating heart finally returned to normal slowly.
"It's really hard to see this!"
Zhao Gangjun sighed helplessly. Whenever he saw such a real bloody fight, his heart would always beat very fast for no reason, and then there would be a feeling in his heart that he didn't know how to express.
murderous intent.
This murderous intention can be strong or weak. When it is weak, it is naturally when you are fighting ordinary people. This murderous intention is relatively weak. It can suppress some ordinary people, but it cannot shake your own mind. For example, when you are intimidating Zhou Hai,
When you are strong, it is like this, but when you are strong, it is like at night. If you are not under control, your murderous intention may be too strong, temporarily blinding your mind, and you may have to open your mind.
Stop killing.
A killing spree...
Zhao Gangjun thought for no reason that he had a conflict with a Japanese in the hunter school. Later, when he was performing a mission, the Japanese planned to trick him, and he went on a killing spree at that time.
However, that time I completely lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was already in the school infirmary, and the Japanese, including the few people who united with the Japanese to deal with me that time, had all disappeared.
Never appeared either.
At that time, the Japanese was said to have the strength of a C-level hunter.
Zhao Gangjun shook his head. The first few years in the Hunter School can be said to be the years when Zhao Gangjun truly transformed. However, these transformations were always accompanied by blood and fire.
Zhao Gangjun held the copper plate and pressed it on his chest. He closed his eyes and his breathing slowly became longer.
(Update 5 has arrived. I would like to ask secretly, are there any tickets left?)