Three Zhao Junkai quickly followed two n in suits to the street corner. The two n in suits suddenly sped up, disappearing around the corner. The three Zhao Junkai hurriedly chased after them. What they saw was a dead end. The entire alley only had one house that looked quite ordinary.
Zhao Junkai and his three companions quickly arrived at the door of the house. There were two small hooligans dressed in flowing clothes.
One of the hooligans with yellow hair was facing the wall, smoking. He looked at Zhao Junkai and said, "Young man, are you trying to borrow money from our boss?"
Zhao Junkai’s face suddenly turned ugly: "Call your boss out! I’m looking for him!"
"Car, looking for our boss?" The other hooligan looked at Zhao Junkai disdainfully. "Young man, how much do you want to borrow? Can you even afford it?"
Furious, Zhao Junkai waved his right hand. Huang Maogen didn’t expect Zhao Junkai to suddenly attack him. Caught off guard, Huang Mao was hit in the chest by Zhao Junkai. He kept retreating. The door behind him got slamd open by Huang Mao. Huang Mao fell to the ground directly, crying out loud with big tears.
The other hooligan quickly pulled out a switchblade from behind, carefully looking at Zhao Junkai: "Lying in the gutter, young man, what are you here for?"
Zhao Junkai’s face turned blue, his eyes locked onto the nearly urinating hooligan: "First, I’m here to ss with you! Second, I hate it the most when people call ’young man!’"
The hooligan squatted down, his right hand waving the switchblade: "Don’t co over, I’m telling you, my knife is an ancestral treasure! If you offend , I’ll spend a minute..."
Axin pulled out a handgun from his bosom, aiming at the thug’s head.
"Dang dang"
The thug’s hand slipped, and the switchblade fell directly to the ground. The hooligan quickly knelt on the ground, hugging Zhao Junkai’s leg and sobbing: "Brother, spare my life. I’m blind, I don’t understand. Please forgive . I have an 80-year-old mother and an 8-month-old baby crying at ho. You think I’m a fart. Please pity and let go!"
Zhao Junkai glanced at the hooligan and said: "I guess you’re only 17 or 18? An 80-year-old mother? Your mom had you when she was in her 60s? Amazing! You’re only 17 or 18 and you have a kid? I admire you!"
The hooligan was embarrassed: "Um..."
Zhao Junkai kicked the hooligan and said: "I’m not embarrassed. Take to your boss. Where are those two n in suits from earlier?"
"I can take you to see the boss, but big brother, you an the n in suits? We don’t have anyone wearing suits..."
"Nonsense! We followed those two n in suits!"
"Big brother..." The little thugs were about to cry, "I really didn’t see a man in a suit co in! How dare I lie to you."
"What a racket! Can’t even get so sleep!" A man with a shaved head and a big gold chain erged from the room.
Axin and Aying imdiately pointed their guns at the bald man.
After a while, the bald man looked dumbfounded, quickly turning his head to leave: "Sorry for disturbing you. You may continue..."
"Stop right there!" Zhao Junkai stopped the bald guy.
The bald man turned around, revealing a smile more difficult than crying: "What’s the boss’s order?"
Zhao Junkai asked softly: "Are you the boss here?"
The bald man was scared, dropping to his knees: "Boss, you are the boss, we are all your servants!"
"..." Zhao Junkai was speechless again. "I’m asking you, are you the boss of these two guys?"
"No, no, no, you are their boss..." The bald man was about to cry. Inside they constantly cursed Zhao Junkai. On the horse’s big desert, can you pretend to be forced like this
"Don’t interrupt !" Zhao Junkai kicked the bald guy’s shoulder, "I’m asking you about the right thing!"
"Huh?" Only then did the bald guy understand that Zhao Junkai was not pretending to be, but was really asking about what he said. The bald man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, yes, I’m not sure what big brother wants to do."
"I’m asking you, do you know soone nad Jiang Rongguang?"
"Who? Jiang Rongguang? Who is Jiang Rongguang?" The bald man looked at Zhao Junkai in confusion.
"Ah?" Zhao Junkai furrowed his brows in confusion. "Are you sure? Think again, Jiang Rongguang, the surna under the grass script head. He’s a student!"
The bald man shook his head definitively: "Big brother, I really don’t know the labor big brother Jiang Rongguang. I dare not boast about other skills of the bald guy. My ability to rember nas is top-notch. Whoever ntions a na, I will rember it. I’ve really never heard of Jiang Rongguang!"
"Hiss..." Zhao Junkai looked at the bald man as if he wasn’t lying, his brows furrowing more. "What about those two n in suits who just went in? Where are they?"
The bald man was also puzzled: "Suit guys? I don’t have n in suits, I’m just a small hooligan who borrowed so big loans. I have only four n under , including the two of them. One is accounting in the room, and the other hasn’t returned yet. Where are those two n in suits..."
"Nonsense! We saw both of them co in!"
"Big brother, big brother, listen to ..." Huang Mao covered his big tears with his left hand, using his right hand to point behind the big door inside. There is a surveillance cara. Everyone entering and exiting the door will be recorded. Would you know if you checked the surveillance logs on the computer?"
"Hmm..." Zhao Ju.
Zhao Junkai and his three companions quickly climbed off from the bald guy. After checking the surveillance logs, they did not see any suited n entering the house. In fact, today, apart from the bald guy, no one had entered or exited through the door.
Zhao Junkai walked to the end of the dead end, lost in thought against the wall.
Axin asked curiously: "Junkai, those two n never entered the house, where did they go? Did they grow wings and fly away?"
Axin’s words reminded Zhao Junkai. Zhao Junkai couldn’t help but scrutinize the dead end from top to bottom but didn’t say anything.
Axin imdiately understood Zhao Junkai’s aning, looking at the corner of the dead end with an extrely surprised expression: "Brother Junkai, are you saying those two n disappeared in front of us in about five to six seconds, walked from the intersection to the bottom of the alley, and then climbed over a 3-ter-high wall?"
Zhao Junkai did not deny it, simply staring at the wall in front: "Let’s go, head back first."
"Okay."
Soon, Zhao Junkai and his three companions returned to the school gate, where Jiang Guangrong and four others were waiting for Zhao Junkai.
Embarrassed, Zhao Junkai hung his head: "Jiang Shao, things got ssed up."
"Ah?" Jiang Guangrong looked at Zhao Junkai in surprise. Jiang Guangrong, Zhao Junkai’s skill, had his own experience. Zhao Junkai is a vicious character, who nearly killed himself after being paralyzed by powerful paralysis powder. "What happened? Were there many people on the other side?"
Zhao Junkai shook his head: "No, we followed two people into a dead end. Five or six seconds later, those two people vanished like that. There’s a small high-interest loan group in the dead end but when we checked the door’s surveillance, no one entered the house. The wall at the dead end is estimated to be 3.5 ters!"
Jiang Guangrong looked back at Tian Jue in confusion: "A 3.5-ter wall, climbed over in five to six seconds?"
In Tian Jue’s mind, a woman’s figure suddenly erged: "This woman once received a family mission to assassinate a leader of the White Hand Gang in Lijiang County. The woman jumped into the riverside courtyard of the White Hand Gang’s Leader A Sleeve. The woman used two lines in 3 seconds to guard the blind spot, climbed over the more than 4-ter-high wall, and finally successfully completed the mission of killing the target!"
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