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Chapter 104 Trading
In the noisy alley, the heavy metal music from the street bar drifted over the windows, covering up the occasional wailing in the alley.

In the small space surrounded by three walls, even the air is thin, and people can only pant hard in it, competing for scarce nutrients with the biting cold wind.

The leading elder brother had a wrinkled scar on his face, and he was carrying an iron rod on his shoulder, and a group of younger brothers followed, surrounding a thin middle-aged man.

"Brother, please let me go. I have seniors and younger ones. I really can't afford the money! Give me a few more days!" Dirty, with despair on his face.

It was early winter, and he was still wearing a pair of ragged short sleeves, with a hole in some places, and the cold wind poured in.

He really couldn't help it, and the family really couldn't get a penny out of it.

The leader with a scar face picked up the iron rod and shook it at the middle-aged man. The man's back was instantly torn apart, and the severe pain spread, bringing a burst of heat that seemed to be burning, and only the man lying on his back was left. The power to breathe on the ground.

Scarface raised his foot and stomped on the man's back, spat on his forehead, and yelled viciously: "Grace? How long has I been giving you a fucking grace?"

He smiled viciously, moved the iron rod on the man's back, and finally tapped his cheek, with a bit of regret in his tone: "Tell me about you, there is no flesh on your body, I am too shocked to even hit you Hand, what's the point of being alive? If I were you, I would have fucked already."

"Brother!", the little brother behind Scarface suddenly ran up to him, holding his mobile phone in both hands, and smiled flatteringly: "Brother, we, we seem to be alive again!"

Scarface suddenly slapped the younger brother on the back of the head, and there was a bang, and there was a crisp sound: "What are you doing in a hurry? Didn't you see that I was doing something?"

How can you talk about business now if you don't find a decent time to pick up the job?
Fighting against the stick while negotiating terms with the benefactor?
Not a single heart.

Scarface snorted coldly, handed the iron bar to the deputy standing beside him, and then took the mobile phone from the younger brother's hand: "What job? Tell me."

Hou Cuicui's fingers trembled, listening to the man's howling on the other end of the phone, her voice trembled with fright: "I, I know Zhang Lianhua."

Zhang Lianhua?
Scarface stomped his feet, shook off the blood sticking to the toe of the shoe, and rolled it on the ground with the back of the shoe, closed his eyes and began to search for this person in his mind.

Zhang Lianhua, Zhang Lianhua, the name is familiar, but I can't remember who it is.

After a long while, he opened his eyelids again and said to Hou Cuicui: "I have an impression, what do you want me for?"

"I, I want you to investigate something"

Before Hou Cuicui explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly, Scarface interrupted Hou Cuicui's words impatiently.

"Auntie? Do you know what we do? You think of us as private detectives? We are gangsters, and what we do is killing people and stealing money."

Do you understand?
It's annoying when someone comes over and insults the nature of their profession.

Scar's face was troubled, and he was about to hang up the phone, but Hou Cuicui said cautiously: "50, I can drive to this price. As long as you help me find out about this matter."

"Okay! It's absolutely fine. We are professionals in inquiring about news. We handle things. Don't worry."

After Scarface heard the 50 yuan, he agreed, and he allowed someone to take money to insult their professional nature.

This is not the same thing as verbal insults.

Hou Cuicui organized the language, and stated her task requirements with Scarface: "I, I received a package a few days ago, which contained some photos. I want you to find out who sent these photos."

"Auntie, what's the photo?" Scarface smiled, took a step forward and threw a few iron bars in front of the middle-aged man, "If you don't explain clearly, it will be difficult for me to do things for you."

"Photograph of me meeting a man"

Before Hou Cuicui could finish his speech, Scarface guessed a general idea, and he said clearly: "Have someone discovered your cheating? Are you afraid that your husband will know about your cheating?"

Hou Cuicui's complexion was green and pale. Even though it was true that she had cheated, it was still hard for her to accept the words so bluntly.

She bit her lip, and boldly changed the topic: "I am your employer, so you don't have to ask so many questions."

"Hey, you're threatening me? You're quite capable." Scarface sneered disdainfully, and then deliberately increased the weight, "Auntie, now I also know about your cheating, give me another 30, and I'll shut you down." Speak up, and you can handle your affairs beautifully."

80 million!
Hou Cuicui's complexion changed, the economic situation is not good now, and the pocket money Shen Baicheng gave her is getting less and less, 50 is already the limit she can spend, there is no possibility of finding another 30 to give to the man opposite .

She made up her mind, and said tremblingly: "Then I won't ask you to do business, anyway, you don't know who I am, so you can't threaten me."

"Didn't you just expose your family when you came up? You know Zhang Lianhua, and if I follow Zhang Lianhua, I won't be able to touch you?" Scarface smiled, as if lamenting Hou Cuicui's overreach, "You are honestly ready 80, just wait for my good news at home."

Hou Cuicui wanted to argue a few more words, but the phone was hung up immediately.

She threw the phone on the bed, and began to blame Zhang Lianhua in her heart.

What to do, why did she leave such a phone number, and it cost her an extra 30.

"Brother, what shall we do?"

The deputy moved closer to Scarface, waiting for the elder brother's instructions.

Scarface looked at the man next to him who was beaten into a dead dog, curled his lips in disgust, kicked him with his toes, and asked, "Why is there no movement, can't it be dead?"

"Brother, that can't be done. The brothers are all counted, and they can be raised on the bed for half a month at most." Seeing the deputy at the side swearing the guarantee, Scarface also gradually let go of his heart.

He squatted beside the man, grabbed his hair, leaned close to his ear and warned viciously: "You boy, today's master took on a big job. I'm happy, so I'll give you a few more days of grace."

After finishing speaking, Scarface walked away with a group of younger brothers behind him, leaving only the heavy metal music from the bar next door still echoing in the alley.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground seemed to be dead. There was no movement for a while, and only the sound of weak breathing remained, implying the fact that he hadn't died yet.

(End of this chapter)