After being forced to raise a crazy milk dog, I am so fragrant

Chapter 82 What kind of suit do you wear when fighting?
After everyone entered the fried chicken shop, the silver bell on the door rang.

The layout was still designed by J himself before, but the boss who should come out to receive him has changed.

"Long time no see, Lacey."

Although it was a kind greeting, it still made Lacey break out in cold sweat.

Pointing to the store manager's nameplate on his chest, J's smile was even more chilling,
"What? During my absence, you took over Mario's business?"

Mario is his confidant, and Lacey is Mario's deputy.

In this scene, J knew what happened without further explanation.

It's a pity that he originally ran a fried chicken chain restaurant for Lacey because he was an old man.

"I..., actually..."

Before Lacey could finish speaking, the bullet passed through his head.

And his last movement was the pistol hidden in his pocket.

Only by preemptive strikes can we live longer here.

The gunshots made the guests panic, but because of the gun in J's hand, they dared not move around at will.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to offend, today's fried chicken is completely free, please enjoy it."

After finishing speaking, J bowed politely as a gentleman.

It would have been perfect if he could ignore the blood splattered on his cheek.

"I, I'm full, can I take my wife out of here?"

A man at the table raised his hand and asked.

Although he was afraid, he still stood in front of his wife.

"of course."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, but J said again,
"But is your wife full too?"

"Yes, it is."

The woman held the man's hand tightly, her voice trembling.

“Enjoy your meal, welcome to visit next time.”

J waved at them, a smile on his face.

Seeing the backs of the two supporting each other to leave, J called them back again.

Taking out a golden coupon from the counter, J handed it to the couple in front of him,
"Lifetime free coupons, Jin's Group chain universal."

"King's?"

The man and woman looked at each other and asked again,
"Then who is this gentleman?"

"Maybe, you can call me JOKER."

Just as J was about to publish a long speech, he was slapped in the face by Jin Siwen.

"When did you become so good at inkblotting? I wonder if Xiao Qingqing is hungry?"

She's ashamed to use her Jin Group as a favor, tsk.

Forget it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was her man, today's beating would definitely not be able to escape!
J blinked his eyes, didn't care about the shocked eyes around him, and obediently went to work.

The world is big and the wife is the biggest.

There's no way, who made his baby the one he likes the most.

After getting J's permission, the guests ran out immediately, not forgetting to take away the fried chicken on their table.

It looks like this fried chicken is really delicious.

Cen Qing swallowed silently.

But one thing to say, she was indeed hungry.

Fortunately, J did things neatly, and everyone followed him to the underground casino.

Compared with the warm sunshine outside, it is very noisy and chaotic.

Cursing and crying mixed together, interweaving into a symphony called desire.

"Sir, please show your invitation."

A strong man in a suit outside the casino blocked the way of everyone.

This guy looks really big, but whether it can be hit is another matter.

"When does this casino need an invitation letter?"

A place that is sleazy is still so high-class and noble.

It is indeed something that Cohens can make.

Seeing that they were about to move on, the strong man frowned, but J knocked him down just as he was about to make a move.

"Tsk, I told you a long time ago not to mess with these useless things."

What kind of suit do you wear when fighting, and who do you show it to?
"After all these years, Cohens' aesthetics are still so bad."

Looking at the decoration in the casino, Jin Siwen complained a few words in disgust.

In the center is a giant multicolored turning light, the light is dim and the air is dirty.

Pinching the tip of his nose, Jin Siwen raised his eyebrows impatiently at J,

"Quick fight."

She didn't want to stay in this dirty environment any longer.

"Understood, Sir."

J winks at her playfully, and even salutes hilariously.

Jin Siwen didn't want Cen Qing and the others to interfere in this matter, so he took them to a quiet place.

When passing a gambling table, Cen Qing inadvertently glanced at the man who was already red-eyed.

A long mess of memories suddenly appeared in my mind.

[Drip, congratulations to the host for triggering a specific memory]

【Song Hui, the adoptive father of the original owner】

In this disordered memory, Cen Qing could only feel the fear of this man towards her.

And the last picture is staying at the gate of Arkham Mental Hospital.

It was him who sent the original owner into Arkham!

"what happened?"

Seeing Cen Qing rubbing his temples all the time, Jin Siwen asked worriedly.

But before Cen Qing came over, a knife was stuck on the gambling table beside him.

"No money? Why do you come here to gamble without money?!"

"I..., give me a few more days, and I will have money in my account soon!"

Frightened by the shining knife, Song Hui quickly knelt on the ground, begging for them.

The man in the village squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

He has observed this person for a long time.

He is a scumbag in the casino, but the money is always flowing.

However, he was born in an ordinary family, and there was nothing valuable in his family.

So where does such a large sum of money come from every month?

Well, it's really curious.

"Hey, brother, I want to share the rich business with everyone, maybe I can help you earn more."

The man patted his shoulder affectionately, his eyes full of calculations.

When he knows the source of the money, there is no need to keep this person.

"What business? I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Song Hui shook his head frantically, breaking out in cold sweat.

He really didn't understand what this man was trying to do? !
But the knife that suddenly crossed his neck made him almost completely collapsed, and the smell of fishy smell disgusted everyone present.

The man frowned and asked his subordinates to search him.

In his pocket was the bank statement from last month, and he received [-] ¥.

However, the company shown on the account managed to make the man frown even deeper.

"Q Group? I can't see that you still work for this company."

After his investigation, this person has no extraordinary ability.

He is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

It is difficult for people to associate him with the elite Q Group.

"Just, just small things..."

Song Hui's words were obviously dodging.

Originally, the man wanted to interrogate something more, but the sound of gunshots from inside made him have to temporarily give up the matter here.

"The familiar gunshots seem to be resolved."

(End of this chapter)