Zhao Gangjun suddenly thought of something, grabbed the little black girl's hand and looked at it.
This little black girl's hands are different from ordinary people's hands. Her fingers are very long, and her nails are about two centimeters long.
Normally, a person's nails would be very fragile if they grew so long, but Zhao Gangjun could clearly feel the sharpness of the little black girl's nails.
Zhao Gangjun's fingers gently pressed on the little black girl's nails, and then he simply applied force.
puff!
The little black girl's nails pierced Zhao Gangjun's skin.
Zhao Gangjun retracted his hand, poured inner energy into his other finger, and pressed it again.
With the same pop, the nails pierced Zhao Gangjun's skin.
"What's happening here?"
Zhao Gangrong looked at the black child in confusion.
At this moment, the little black girl lying on the ground suddenly stood up with a sudden jerk. Then she quickly lifted her feet up and broke free from the electronic shackles.
Then, the little black girl rushed towards the basement entrance.
Zhao Gangjun dodged, rushed to the little black girl, and slapped her on the back.
The little black girl fell to pieces and was then grabbed by Zhao Gangjun with one hand and walked back to the table.
"Will your bones shrink?" Zhao Gangjun pinched the little black girl's ankle, groped for a while, and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to scare my woman?"
"I, I just think it's fun."
The little black girl rolled her eyes and said, "I was just playing a prank."
"Are you a thief?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"You, you are the thief, I am not a thief!"
The little black girl stared at Zhao Gangjun very angrily.
"Why would a thief enter someone else's room in the middle of the night?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I...I'm just hungry."
The little black girl's voice suddenly became quieter.
"hungry?"
Zhao Gangjun looked at the little black girl from beginning to end, and then said, "If you are really hungry, just sell the chain around your neck and it will be enough for you to eat for a lifetime."
"This is fake."
The little black girl said quickly.
"Although I have no interest in luxury goods, I can still tell the difference between genuine and fake brands."
Zhao Gangjun reached out and grabbed the necklace around the little girl's neck, looked at it, and then said, "The market price of this thing is at least one million US dollars."
"I picked this up," the little black girl said.
"Did you steal this?" Zhao Gangjun said.
"No! I'm not a thief!" the little black girl said angrily.
"If you're not a thief, where did you get this?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I...I...Why should I tell you? Let go! Otherwise I will sue you!" the little black girl yelled.
"If you don't tell me your purpose, then I will have to deal with you." Zhao Gangjun shook his head helplessly and said, "If a thief like you is sold to a human trafficker, he will only be sold for a few hundred dollars."
Yuan.”
"No, don't sell me to human traffickers!" the little black girl shouted in horror, "don't sell me."
"Then tell me, what is your purpose?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I...I just...just like to play pranks. Really, I really didn't lie to you. I like to play pranks, especially in room 246, because it is said that Monroe is hanging around there, so I like to play tricks on others.
Of course, I am indeed hungry tonight, otherwise I would not go back a second time." said the little black girl.
"What's your name?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"My name is Beyoncé." the little black girl said.
"Beyoncé? Can you tell me why your nails are so sharp?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I...how do I know? My fingernails have been very sharp since I was little, and I even scratched many people when I was a child!" Beyoncé said proudly.
"Is it easy for you to recover after being injured?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"You, how do you know?" Beyoncé looked at Zhao Gangjun in surprise.
"Does your strength improve every time you get injured?" Zhao Gangjun asked again.
"Who are you and how do you know about me? No one knows about me except my dad!" Beyoncé said.
"Of course I know, I can tell fortunes. Have you ever heard of fortune telling in China?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"No, I know you Chinese people know something called Kung Fu, but I have met many people who know Kung Fu, and they can't beat me!" Beyoncé said proudly.
"Kung Fu is for health, not for fighting. Although I doubt a lot of what you said, because you are a child, I don't plan to get to know you. So, I will explain it later.
If you throw it into the river you just saw, whether you can survive or not depends on you." Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
"No, you can't do that!"
Beyoncé said anxiously, "If you dare to do that, my dad will kill you!"
"Your dad? Can your dad beat me?" Zhao Gangjun asked with a half-smile.
"He can't beat you, but he has a gun and his men. If you dare to throw me into the river, my father will definitely let his men punch your head through!" Beyoncé threatened.
"Then I'm really looking forward to it."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "Then I'll give you a chance. Now, contact your dad right away and say that you have offended me. Let your dad figure out a way for himself."
Beyoncé rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, but you have to call me."
"OK."
Zhao Gangjun nodded, and a subordinate next to him handed over a mobile phone. He found someone to hand the mobile phone to Beyoncé, and then said, "Ask him to wait for us at the Roosevelt Hotel."
"Huh, you're looking for death!" Beyoncé snorted coldly and made a phone call.
"Dad, I was caught, and they all bullied me... They are some Chinese people, they are good at fighting. They asked you to negotiate at the Roosevelt Hotel. If you don't come, I will be thrown into the river, Dad
, you must come to save me! Remember, bring more brothers here, dad!"
Beyoncé said while crying.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before hanging up, and Zhao Gangjun was not asked to answer the phone again.
Now that everyone has been called, Zhao Gangjun took Beyoncé out of the basement.
Of course, Beyoncé was blindfolded to prevent anyone from knowing the location of the basement.
When Beyoncé opened her eyes again, she and Zhao Gangjun appeared at the door of the Roosevelt Hotel.
At this time, about twenty black people gathered outside the Roosevelt Hotel!
(There was a small mistake earlier. California is a state, not a city. I am not good at geography, so I made a common sense mistake. Sorry, the current plot takes place in Los Angeles, California, that's it.)