Two weeks later, Wen Bo stood in front of Brother Zong with a troubled expression, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
Brother Zong, who was flipping through the newspaper without looking up, said directly, "Xiaobo, how long have you been following me?"
"Five years, Brother Zong." When Wenbo heard that Brother Zong asked this question, he immediately stood up straight and answered.
"Well...it's been five years." Brother Zong put down the newspaper in his hand, leaned on the back of the seat, and said with a warm smile, "Five years have passed, why are you still so coquettish?
What does it look like?”
"I..."
"If you have anything to do, just say it directly. I will agree to it if it's okay, and I'll tell you if it's not okay."
After hearing Brother Zong's words, Wen Bo bit his gums first, and then he sighed and said, "It's about that Li Ming..."
"Oh?" Brother Zong raised his eyebrows and said with slight interest, "I remember him, what's the matter?"
Wen Bo lowered his head and his eyes swayed in his eye sockets for a few seconds. When he raised his head again, he seemed to be under great pressure, "Brother Zong, it's not that I'm talking behind your back, but that kid is really evil!
”
"Tell me more about it." Brother Zong picked up a cigar, put it to the tip of his nose and said while sniffing.
"Although we are not good people, nor do we do good things, if we insist on saying so, we are just doing evil, but that kid really has an evil spirit about him." Wen Bo continued with a complicated expression on his face, "
Brother Zong, he has successfully recovered eight bad debts in the past two weeks..."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Brother Zong turned his head slightly and looked at Wen Bo, asking with some confusion.
After taking a deep breath, Wen Bo continued,
"No action or threats, just two or three sentences, a bag of candies to kill one person and make the other crazy, and in the middle of the night, let us pull the person to the beach, bury the remaining head and then give him a spoon
Let him dig himself out, and while eating barbecue, he said to the owner of the barbecue restaurant that he owed money "pierce a nail on the side of the thigh and get a day's interest for free", but the problem is that he made the owner highly drunk
, and he moved the date on his mobile phone back three days and showed it to his boss..."
When Wen Bo said this, he showed a bit of fear and said,
"Brother Zong, when people on the street hear his name now, even if they go to rob, they have to pay back their debts. It's only been two weeks!"
After listening to Wen Bo's elaboration in silence, Brother Zong picked up the spray gun on the table and shook it to burn the head of the cigar, while saying expressionlessly, "Did you just say [let you]?"
With a look of humiliation and grievance on his face, Wen Bo pursed his lips and took a deep breath and said, "Yes, people on the street have called him [Red Dog] now, and even though he still calls me Brother Bo on the surface,
, but... now his words are obviously more effective than mine."
"That... I remember, his name should be Li Ming." The cigar was lit, Zong Ge held the nutty-scented smoke in his mouth for a moment and then spit it out, and then said, "It looks like he is a good knife.
”
"Brother Zong..." Wenbo was a little confused about Brother Zong's attitude, so he tried to express his pity again.
"I don't like him, but that doesn't stop me from using him." Brother Zong chewed the air in the thick smoke, and then spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with tobacco leaves, "But if the knife has burrs, it will cut my hand.
Not good."
Hearing the hidden meaning of Zong Ge's words, Wen Bo suddenly showed an excited expression on his face, "Brother Zong, do you need to beat that guy?"
After Brother Zong rubbed his hands and rubbed his chin, he opened the drawer and took out a file bag from the bottom of the cabinet and threw it on the table.
"Go and let him collect this bill." Zong Ge's narrow and sinister eyes slowly showed a sarcastic smile, "If you want to be a dog, you must at least know who your master is, don't you think so?" ·······
In an old gym in Xiyuan District, Baiye City, Li Mingzheng stood naked in front of a large sandbag that was lifted up.
Although he refused to eat supernatural powers, Li Ming never denied that violence has always been an extremely efficient way to solve problems.
But weighing the trouble caused by the [Military Police of Order] and the efficiency of solving the problem, Li Ming has to ensure that he will not be involved in a situation beyond his control.
Sweat as fine as dense beads slowly seeped out from the bottom of the skin, and then gathered in the slightly thin but well-defined muscle ridges, and then dripped to the ground.
The sweat on the tips of his hair slipped slightly into his eyes, making Li Ming feel a little uncomfortable.
After winking, Li Ming turned around and waved to the audience, and then said, "Xiaotian, please pass me the towel and tidy up the place by the way."
After hearing Li Ming's words, Xiaotian and Anzi, who were standing under the ring, immediately came to their senses from being immersed in the scene just now. One of them took ice water, and the other took a towel and hurriedly turned over and left.
Enter the ring.
Throwing away the gloves, Li Ming took a few sips of water, picked up a folding chair from the corner of the ring, sat in front of the sandbag, and then gently wiped the corners of his eyes with the towel on his shoulders.
.
After glancing at Li Ming, Xiaotian pursed his lips and took out a dagger to cut off the hemp rope used to support the weight of the sandbag. At the same time, Anzi on the side immediately supported the sandbag that was about to topple when the hemp rope broke.
Carefully square it on the ground.
Although sandbags are called sandbags, the filling inside is not necessarily all sand. It may also...
It’s a human being!
After Anzai loosened the strapped sandbag, a man who could only moan and whose face was covered in blood was exposed.
"I...return..." the dying man begged for mercy with a cry.
Li Ming looked at the man in front of him helplessly. He put his arms on his knees to support himself, and put his palms in the shape of an empty fist against his chin. "Many things are so simple and easy to understand. Why do you have to suffer to understand them?" Li Ming threw the towel on the ground, then stood up from the chair, then squatted in front of the man and said seriously, "I'll give you a week, if you still can't come up with the money, I will buy you a human life."
Accident insurance, the beneficiary of the insurance is me, do you understand what I mean?"
At this moment, the door of the gym was pushed open, and Wen Bo walked in with a bag. After his eyes stayed on the bleeding sandbag on the ring for a few seconds, he shouted angrily at Li Ming, "Li Ming."
Ming, let me tell you that something will happen sooner or later if you do this!"
Noticing Wen Bo calling his name, Li Ming rolled down from the ring with a support, stood in front of Wen Bo and showed a harmless smile, "Brother Bo, you are here."
"If you beat someone like this, who will pay back the money after you beat him to death? And you never thought about whether it would attract the attention of the police and what kind of trouble this would cause to the company?" Wenbo suppressed his anger and told Li
Mingfa Fire Road.
Li Ming shook his head and still looked at Wen Bo. He stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one and said at the same time,
"First of all, this guy looks miserable, but I hit him in a chosen place. It hurts a little, but he won't die.
Second, I want to say that this is a question of support ratio."
After a short pause, Li Ming spread his hands and said, "The support ratio between police and civilians in wealthy areas is about one to four, while here it is more than one to two hundred. As long as it is not a case involving extraordinary events, do you think those with
Do gentlemen with badges have the leisure to hang around our place? After all, the police are now in the service industry..."
The system of this country is the separation of powers. The overall system is similar to the capitalist country in Li Ming's previous life, and the slums in Baiye City are like the Queens borough of New York City back then.
It’s just that there are no dark people.
Li Ming slowly raised his neck and moved for a moment, then tilted his head and looked at the man in the sandbag, smiled slightly and said, "Besides, how long can I be locked up? I will always come out, right?"<
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Wen Bo looked at the erratic Li Ming in front of him, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and pressed the file bag in his hand on Li Ming's chest, "Brother Zong is afraid that you will be too slow to pay back the money, so I asked you to pay this debt."
