After Becoming a Little Sister

The rice mixed with stewed meat soup is crystal clear and plump, and even the few pieces of braised pork are cut squarely, fat and thin with distinct layers, with a soft and glutinous sauce color, exuding an attractive aroma.

The hunk in black walked in a hurry and didn't push the food in - although Mrs. Mei said she was going to starve him for a day, the hunk in black who had been locked up before knew how terrible it was. It can be regarded as an indelible shadow of childhood, and I am afraid that something will happen if I starve for another day.

But his heart softened, but the little fat man didn't get the meal.

The little fat man saw that there was food outside, but he didn't go to get it immediately. He thought it was the golden char siew who was playing with him like before.

So at first he thought it was just another tease, and waited angrily for a while.

But after waiting for a few seconds, he found that there seemed to be no problem. He couldn't hold back the temptation. While muttering something, he lay down on the ground with his hand outstretched to try to touch the light that came in from outside. Not far from the meal, bring it back.

It's a pity that the golden char siu passed by...

As soon as Jin Char Siu, who followed Mrs. Jin out, looked down, he saw a little pig's trotter sticking out and groping left and right, a meal was in front of that hand.

However, when she saw the unlucky child, she would get angry—Nuannuan girl, she had seen such a cute child, and she was framed by this guy.

Angry from her heart, she flew up and kicked the fat pig's trotter back.

Then, with a flick of his toe, he lowered the small food delivery gate, blocking the food from his sight just like that, and even the last light was extinguished.

"Eat? Eat ass! If you are capable, you will starve to death if you don't eat!"

Grinding his teeth, Jin Char Siu, who disliked the little fat man, scolded in a low voice, followed Mrs. Jin's footsteps, and ran out the door.

In the entire room, there was only the sound of the loud TV and the sound of scratching the door of the confinement room.

The reason why there is a TV here is the little wisdom of the hunks in black who support each other. If a brother is locked up, they will not only play cross talk for him outside, but occasionally stuff something to pass the time quietly.

Although the little fat man didn't eat any hot meals, the sound of the TV was much better than the environment where he couldn't see his fingers and was so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

The sound of scratching the door stopped after a few seconds.

It's a pity that not long after the group left, the head of Jin Char Siu appeared at the door again.

While muttering something like 'forgot to turn off the light', she turned off the TV as well.

Everything was quiet, even a little too quiet.

A moment later, the sound of scratching the door sounded again, faintly mixed with mournful howling...

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"How are people?"

At the scene reported by the TV news, Nan Bang found a quiet corner to answer the phone: "Have you been rescued?"

"The injury was serious, but it shouldn't be fatal. The doctor said she was lucky. When something opened a hole in her back, something blocked her, but even if you look at it like this, it's really miserable... ..."

"Okay, it's good that the person is not dead, I'm busy here - watch her! After she wakes up, ask the guy who attacked her what he is wearing now, especially the clothes and face, understand? "

"Okay, Brother Ma... But can you send me more people?"

"I don't have enough people here. You are nursing in the hospital. Do you need more people?"

"No, Brother Ma, that Mrs. Mei's subordinates are really sick. The third class is staring at us. Those who know that we are the official, but those who don't know think they are... eh? They're gone... Brother Ma, wait a minute—" —Ah Nan! Ah Nan, come here, why are they here?」

Another follower's words were vague: "I don't know...it's so...all..."

After saying a few words, the left-behind man in the hospital picked up his phone again: "Brother Ma, they seem to have something to do, a lot of people have left, so it's all right."

"...No, something is up." The macho Ma looked straight at the convoy not far away, especially the group of macho men in black who got off the convoy. , but they came to me."

"Ah? Brother Ma, what are you talking about? Oh, the signal is not good, I went to the operating room and waited, and I will treat you to dinner when I come back!"

Hearing the busy tone of resolutely hanging up the phone, the hunk Ma Ge put his phone back into his pocket and walked over: "Hey! Who are you? Stay away from here!"

Of course he knew who these people were, Mrs. Mei and Mrs. Ju had stayed in Nanbang for so long, it was no wonder he didn't know.

It's just that the other party didn't take the initiative to provoke troubles, and he didn't conflict with the officials. He only heard about the other party's name on weekdays, and rarely dealt with them.

The only thing to say is that you often see these black suits in work uniforms hanging around other gangsters' territory, looking like 'I'm here to see if you're messing around'.

Those who knew it were evil forces, but those who didn't know thought they were Gyeongbokgung Palace...

However, after the hunk Ma Ge walked out a few steps, he realized something was wrong—Mrs. Door.

A slender leg was wrapped in loose beige slacks and stretched out from the opened car door.

This ostentation... the macho Ma was silent for a while, trying to see who was in the car.

Then, a head of bright blond hair came into view first——

When Mrs. Jin stepped out of the car door, all the men in black who arrived first bowed in unison: "Madam!"

The shout of promise suddenly rolled up the wind and snow, and the macho Ma subconsciously took half a step back.

"Clear the venue." Mrs. Jin adjusted her gold silk gloves: "Let all irrelevant people leave here."

"Yes!"

Jin Char Siu followed behind her mother, and also took out her gold silk gloves to put on, the braided gloves that shone with metallic luster wrapped from her palm to her forearm.

She practiced boxing with Mrs. Jin since she was a child, and the gold silk gloves were changed all the time when she was a child, and they were not renewed until they were finalized.

This thing is actually a kind of weapon, but it’s a bit out of the way—there are countless swords, guns and sticks in martial arts novels, but the palm kung fu gloves that can be used are probably only a little dragon girl.

Mrs. Jin's gold silk gloves were made for her by the fairy sister. They are made of the same type of raw material as the ball of silk thread of the Da Ri Empress. He was hanged, the motor was smoking, but his own mother's gloves were intact.

Of course, she was damaged, and she was beaten badly...

However, Mrs. Jin seldom used this thing, and used it more as a reminder. It was just after handing over the Qingming Sword to her uncle... Well, after giving it to Xiaoya, Jin Chashu found that her mother not only did not stop After exercising, I increased the number of boxing exercises, and I also turned out the gold silk gloves at the bottom of the press box and took it with me, always feeling as if I was guarding against something.

Although Jin Char Siu doesn't know why his own mother is facing a big enemy, but he is still well-educated, just like a small Mrs. Jin.

The subordinates of Mrs. Mei and Mrs. Ju all went to clear the scene with great momentum.

Looking at the actions of those hunky men in black, the hunk brother Ma was a little disdainful - if it was so easy to let these guys leave, why would he be watched like a monkey?

He can't be beaten, he can't be scolded, and he has to be criticized when the other party complains, so he can't see it, he—

Brother Ma, the hunk, couldn't go down anymore, his eyes were dull as he watched the actions of those hunk men in black.

Are the hunks in black overpowering others?

Of course not.

Not only did they not, they even held up a sign and directly organized a free gift event. They even distributed a stack of cash red envelopes on the spot, diverting people away like a shepherd dog leading a flock of sheep.

The onlookers couldn't enjoy the pleasure of whoring for money, and the melon-eaters left one after another.

Mrs. Jin glanced at the crowd following behind, as if she was looking for something, but she couldn't find it after all.

Finally, she looked away and looked at the reporter beside her.

These reporters didn't leave. Not only did they not leave, but they also waited by the side, as if they wanted to take pictures of her.

But the reporters in Nanbang know what can be messed with and who can't be touched, so the cameras of those live broadcasts are turned away at this moment, and Mrs. Jin's figure is not photographed.

In Nanbang, the last thing you can provoke is the rich, and these people are all fathers.

A reporter compared the members of the chaebol family in his mind, but couldn't find Mrs. Jin's face. He didn't know whose wife it was, and fell into a dazed guess.

A collateral branch of the Sansang chaebol?Tianle?modern?

Could it be the outer room of some big man? It looks like a Russian. Could it be from Maozi?

She thought for a while, leaned forward and handed over the microphone carefully, without the same arrogance that almost smashed the microphone into Ma Ge's mouth before: "Excuse me, lady, you—"

"Which TV station are you from?" Mrs. Jin asked directly, speaking standard Mandarin.

The reporter's expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you very well, can you speak English?"

Mrs. Mei stood up, looked at the logo on her clothes, and then waved to her subordinates: "Tell the director of MBS to tell their people to leave."

The reporter from Culture Broadcasting Co., Ltd. had just said a few words, but was interrupted by the ringing of the supervisor who arrived as if urging her. She looked at the expressionless Mrs. Jin, and responded obediently to the supervisor on the other end of the phone. He bowed to Mrs. Jin in awe and apologized, and slipped away with the photographer.

When other journalists saw this scene, they probably understood something, and quickly got out of their way to shoot other people. Even those hunky men in black were rarely included in the field of view of the camera, as if we couldn't see anything.

From the beginning to the end, Mrs. Jin just stood still, but her aura gradually increased.

She looked up at the helicopter, and then looked at Ma Ge, the real official official here: "Where is the murderer?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about." Facing Mrs. Mei's translation, Ma Ge's expression was a little displeased: "I know you are rich and powerful, but this is not something you can manage, get out of here— — we're working on a case."

"I'm not interested in whether you are handling the case, tell me where he is."

"you--"

"Tinglingling~jinglingring~"

"Hello?" Macho Ma stopped arguing with the other party and connected the phone: "Deputy Bureau? Is there something...why? I mean, why? She—hello? Hello?"

Looking at his mobile phone, and then at Mrs. Jin, the macho Ma put on a dirty face and said in a muffled voice, "Is this what you want to see? Do you know what you are doing!"

"I'll say it again, I'm not interested in what you guys are doing, and I'm not interested in you trash who can't catch each other. Tell me what you are rounding up and what range the other party is in."

"What on earth do you want to do?" The macho Ma clenched his fists, his already muscular figure bowed slightly because of this movement, showing a bit fierce: "Do you think this is a playground? Dangerous! If you just want to show off your wealth and right to speak, then you have done it, please leave immediately!"

"I want to find him." Mrs. Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, and the moment she closed them, her aura was as domineering as if a snowstorm had lifted the sky, and the light and shadow were cut off in her eyes: "Then beat him to death— —is that clear enough?"

The macho Ma was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party had such a purpose, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It turned out that it wasn't to cover up the criminal... That's right, where does that kind of murderous demon have any background...

After a few seconds, looking at the majestic men in black who started to gather, he thought for a while, then relaxed a little: "If you really want to find him, maybe you can't... In fact, we haven't even been able to confirm the identity of the other party. The specific identity can only be confirmed by some security points set up at the beginning to confirm that he appeared in this urban area-we are still waiting for the victim to wake up, and then ask the other party's dress and appearance."

It's not easy to catch a person in an entire city, and he doesn't even know what he's disguised as.

Madam Jin didn't ask what kind of special security net they had set up, but looked up at the surrounding buildings: "Are there no cameras?"

"Yes, but the other party didn't provide it. If we want to extract these surveillance data, we need to wait for the process approval and—hey! What are you doing? Stop!"

He watched a group of men in black rush into the surrounding shops under Mrs. May's wave, and was shocked: "You must not use violence! I warn you! If you use violence against these innocent citizens, I have right to arrest you—"

The hunk brother Ma's hand was still in the action of drawing the gun, and his eyes were fixed on the actions of the hunk men in black.

Violence?Perhaps it should be called profiteering more appropriately.

The hunky men in black were carrying suitcases, and showed the piles of cash inside to the vendors, shop assistants, building properties, and even the surrounding crowd who hadn't completely dispersed from watching the excitement.

Money, all money, box after box of money.

Someone raised his hand and pointed to the corner of the street, said something, and then the men in black took out a whole stack of cash and slapped it in his hand, beckoning people to go to those places.

The person who collected the money lived nearby, and all he pointed out were areas and shops that he was familiar with with surveillance.