ruffian detective

Say the other side.

The gangster robbed Zhan Feng of a thick stack of banknotes, almost two or three thousand.

The two or three thousand years in that era were very different from the present.

He is a gangster who does not do business all day long, and it is rare for him to have more than 100 yuan in his possessions. He suddenly made such a windfall, so naturally he cannot avoid squandering around.

Let him do it again for eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Of course, all of this was seen by caring people.

So, after he had been free for two days, this little bastard was blocked by several people.

The same scene, except that the protagonist who was blocked today has changed.

But those who blocked him were a few burly men who were obviously a bit older than him.

Judging by the cruelty on that face, it's obviously not on the same level as him.

This little bastard obviously doesn't have the eight-year-old Zhan Feng's backbone. He's just a bullying master. Once blocked, he hastily put on a smiley face: "Brother Long, what can you do with me?"

People in that era like to give themselves a domineering name.

That Brother Long didn't speak, but only winked at the people around him. One of the people with dyed yellow hair stepped forward and grabbed the little gangster by the hair.

He didn't save the strength in his hands at all, and the little gangster was pulled up by the corners of his eyes: "Ma San, I heard that you got rich recently, huh?"

It turned out that this little gangster was named Ma San.

Ma San still dared not speak out, so he could only continue with a smile on his face: "Brother Li, where did you hear about it, I... how can I make a fortune!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense to me! Take out the money!" Brother Li with yellow hair kicked him in the stomach.

Ma San held his stomach and coughed a few times, took out three or four one-hundred sheets from his pocket tremblingly, and handed them out tremblingly: "That's... that's all."

Huang Mao took the money and looked back at Brother Long.

Brother Long's eyes hung upwards, looking at Ma San coldly.

Brother Li immediately understood what he meant, and kicked Ma San hard in the stomach: "Which ancestor are you fooling with? After spending so much time drinking and drinking for so many days, all you have to spend is this little money? You don't want to honor Brother Long, do you?" !"

Ma San was kicked indistinctly by these two kicks, clutching his stomach, his face turned pale: "How dare I, Brother Long, I just... just robbed a primary school student, and the past two days are almost spent. That's all. If I really have a way to get rich, how can I not tell Brother Long? Don't you think so! Don't you still have to rely on Brother Long to help you?"

Brother Long automatically filtered out all his flattering words, and quickly extracted the key words: "Primary school student?"

Ma San was also clever, and easily smelled the breath that allowed him to escape.

He hurriedly wanted to break free from Huangmao's control.

Huang Mao held him down and glanced at Brother Long.

Brother Long raised his chin, motioned for him to let go, and immediately hurriedly moved to Brother Long, "Yeah, he's just a primary school student. It looks like his family should be quite rich. I have a bulging wallet alone. I stole a lot of…”

Thinking that he had robbed so much and didn't use it to honor Brother Long, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

But when he thought that if he didn't say anything, he would be begged for a big meal, so he immediately gritted his teeth and kicked the words: "There is a full 3000 yuan, and that kid still goes to and from school alone. I'm almost running out of money these two days. I want to go find him again."

Hearing the figure of 3000 yuan, Brother Long's eyes lit up immediately.

"A primary school student, with pocket money of 3000 yuan?" Brother Long's mouth was tilted up, and the tattoo on his face made him look even more terrifying.

Huang Mao leaned in front of him, flattering him: "Brother Long, if this kid is telling the truth, then we can also make a fortune."

Ma San immediately raised three fingers: "I, Ma San, swear to the sky, if there is a lie in what I just said, I will be struck by lightning and die a terrible death!"

Huang Maoyin laughed twice, and said again: "Every child brings 3000 yuan in pocket money, so their family must take advantage of at least a few million?"

Ma San finally understood the meaning of his words.

He froze for a moment, and asked in shock, "You...are you going to kidnap?"

Although he does not do his job all day long, and often does things like stealing chickens and dogs, but in the end it is just small things like sneaking chickens and dogs.

He originally thought that if the elementary school student confessed, they would just learn from him and blackmail him a few times in the past.

But it never occurred to them that they would even dare to kidnap.

Brother Long snorted coldly, and grabbed his shoulders: "It's not you, it's us."

"Us?" Ma San's voice trembled.

"Yes, it's us," Long Ge slowly leaned into his ear, with a chilling gloomy voice, "We want to kidnap you and all of us. After all, there are so many of us, only You just know him, don't you?"

Ma San trembled all over?

"What? You don't want to?" Brother Long raised his eyebrows.

Ma San's face was filled with bitterness: "Brother Long, I..."

This time the speaker was replaced by Huang Mao: "We do it, but you refuse, do you want to call the police?"

His words sounded more sinister.

Ma San instantly understood that it is no longer a matter of words to decide whether to do or not.

He had heard that this group of people could do anything.

This Brother Long also has some background. It is said that some time ago, a gangster provoked him, and he killed him directly, and the body has not been found until now.

Although the family called the police, they couldn't find the body or evidence, and even the police couldn't do anything about him.

Ma San does not want to become a missing person whose body cannot be found.

Compared with my own life, everything else seems to be less important.

Ma San gritted his teeth and nodded to Brother Long: "Yes, of course I will follow Brother Long. What Brother Long wants my younger brother to do, just tell me!"

Huang Mao and Brother Li looked at each other, showing a determined smile: "The first thing, of course, is to find out the identity of that kid first."