beauties please stay

"I can't be the master of Baldhead's property!" Huang Mao said, "All of these have to go through legal procedures. He has relatives, and these will be given to them first. The only thing I can get is his power. I am baldheaded. The second leader here, now that the bald head is dead, I can be the boss, and I still have to do the money making by myself."

"I thought everything would be yours if the bald head died!" Zhao Gangjun curled his lips helplessly.

"If that's the case, the bosses in the world will be in danger, because as long as they die, whoever kills them can get their property!" Huang Mao said, "I can get it, but it's only a part of the shares That's all!"

"That's easy."

Zhao Gangjun smiled and said, "I don't care if you are your boss, but I want you to be my gun."

"gun?"

Huang Mao looked at Zhao Gangjun suspiciously.

"I don't care what you do, how you make money, I want a piece of the pie, 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 friend.” Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, “Underworld, you come here to make money, give me a copy, that’s it, what do you think?… Phoo!!”

After saying these words, Zhao Gangjun took a deep breath, his face turned red for some reason.

"This..." Huang Mao glanced at Zhao Gangjun's face. For some reason, his heart felt cold, and then he said, "Yes!"

"Okay, let's start with the nightclub cooperation first. If the bald head is dead, the cooperation must continue. How much is the bald head's share? Tell me honestly!" Zhao Gangjun asked.

"30.00%!" Huang Mao said.

"That will cost me 15.00%." ​​Zhao Gangjun said, "Give me 15.00% of the dry shares of the bald head. Correspondingly, I will still go to that nightclub when the time comes, and if you have anything that you can't handle, you can also come to find me." Me, we are partners, right?"

"this is okay!"

After weighing the pros and cons, Huang Mao nodded and said, "I'm dead. It won't do you any good. It will only make the bald men fall into another round of melee. You should just want to make money, and I will I need a strong helper to prevent the people in Yunlong District from killing me, and then I will give you shares and money, and you can help me do something within your ability, right?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Gangjun nodded, and said, "This way, my young master is no longer a gangster. I make money from you, which is good for the country and the people for the people, hahaha!"

So, on such a night.

The bald head died and was stabbed to death by his own people, but Zhao Gangjun reached an agreement with Huang Mao.

In this way, Zhao Gangjun began to embark on a half-black and half-white road, which was somewhat different from his father's all-black road back then.

And where this road can go depends on Zhao Gangjun's own good luck.

After leaving the parking lot, Zhao Gangjun went home. How to deal with the following matters is not Zhao Gangjun's concern. Anyway, just give me the benefits that should be given to me. I hold your lifeline in my hand. I forgive you for not being able to run away. Where to go.

"It's late enough!"

Guo Furong was watching TV on the sofa, and when she saw Zhao Gangjun coming back, she smiled and said, "Where did you go to meet girls at night? You still smell of alcohol! Are you afraid that your sister Lingling will scold you if she finds out?"

"Sister Lingling doesn't know?"

Zhao Gangjun chuckled and said, "Sister Furong, I'm going to bed first, see you tomorrow!"

"Go!"

Guo Furong nodded, watching Zhao Gangjun enter the room, Guo Furong frowned slightly.

"There's a bloody smell on your body, boy, why did you go there? Could it be that you went to harm an ignorant little girl?"

Guo Furong thought to herself.

Zhao Gangjun who returned to the room naturally began to practice Yin-Yang massage.

After the yin and yang body reached the third floor, it resumed its cultivation speed at a tortoise speed.

Zhao Gangjun can feel that his yin and yang body has hardly improved after absorbing yang and yin every day.

This root is much worse than when I first practiced.

It's just that I heard from my father that this thing depends on opportunities. If you don't have the opportunity, no matter how much you practice, you will still be slow, but if you have enough opportunity, you might be able to rise to several floors if you fart.

Zhao Gangjun lay on the ground and touched a white thing hanging on his chest.

This thing starts cold.

It is said that this thing is made of bones, and it looks like a copper plate. It is said that this thing did not look like this earlier. Later, my father spent several years of hard work, using chemical agents and biological agents together, and successfully transformed his home. The zodiac-shaped sign made of the 12-yuan bone on the head was smashed, and then made into such a copper plate, saying that it can bless itself to make a lot of money.

"call!"

Zhao Gangjun pressed that to the position of his heart, and his beating heart finally returned to normal slowly.

"It's really hard to see such a scene!"

Zhao Gangjun sighed helplessly. Whenever he saw this kind of real bloody fight, his heart would always beat very fast for no reason, and then he would feel a pang in his heart that he didn't know how to say. killing intent.

This killing intent can be strong or weak. When it is weak, it is naturally when I am fighting with ordinary people. This killing intent is relatively weak. It can restrain some ordinary people, but it cannot shake my mind. For example, when I am threatening Zhou Hai When it is strong, it is like this, and when it is strong, it is like night. If you don't control it alone, it may cause too much killing intent, and temporarily blind your mind, then you may have to open it up. Killed.

Let's kill...

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 designed to deceive him, and he killed him once at that time.

It's just that I completely lost consciousness that time, and when I regained consciousness, I was already in the school's infirmary, and the Japanese, including the few people who united with the Japanese to deal with me, all disappeared. It didn't show up either.

At that time, the Japanese was said to have the strength of a C-level hunter.

Zhao Gangjun shook his head. The years in the hunter school can be said to be the years when Zhao Gangjun really transformed, but these transformations were always accompanied by blood and fire.

Zhao Gangjun held the copper plate and pressed it against his chest, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly.

(The 5th is here. Secretly ask, do you still have tickets?)