"Xiao Liu, I can't tell, you still have a hobby of beating women."

"If you can't speak, don't say it. What do you mean by beating a woman? I beat a bitch." Rong Jincheng snorted.

"Then are you willing to beat your little girlfriend in the future? She looks so cute. If she makes you angry or does something that makes you very annoying, will you call us to beat her?"

"What are you saying?" Rong Jincheng was unhappy, "Will I hit her?"

What's more, Han Yurou has never been his girlfriend.

It didn’t count before, and it doesn’t count now.

"Tsk, tsk, Xiaoliu seems to like her very much. Are you really going to chase her?"

"Don't ask, it's none of your business."

"Damn it, we helped you fight just now, but now it's none of our business. It's so heartless."

"..."

"Xiao Liu, what if your little girlfriend falls in love with someone else? She is so beautiful, I guess there are many people chasing her."

"Didn't I tell you not to ask."

Rong Jincheng still had something on his mind.

Huang Wenwen's matter was finally settled, but he was still thinking about the box of medicine on the post.

That medicine...what does it mean? I'll go to the hospital tomorrow and ask.

A group of people walked towards the group rental house.

Halfway through, the third child answered a phone call. It was from the boss, saying there was work to do and asked them to come over.

Rong Jincheng happened to have nothing to do, so he lit a cigarette and followed them over.

The owner of the bar wanted to ask some old gangsters for payment, so he asked them to go and collect it.

This is basically what they usually do, and it's not difficult. After getting the address, Rong Jincheng and Lao San went to a chess and card room. According to the bar owner, these old guys played cards here.

The night was dark, there was only one table of people in the chess and card room, the lights were dim, and shouting could be heard from time to time.

After comparing photos at the window, Rong Jincheng made a gesture, and the two of them walked in through the front door.

After explaining his purpose, Rong Jincheng, relying on his youth and strength, immediately pressed the man down on the chess and card table, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and pretended to chop off his fingers.

The dagger shone with a cold light, very penetrating, and the cold blade rubbed against the fingers.

"Excuse me, forgive me. I didn't mean to default on my debt. It's just... money is really tight."

"Tight money? Then I'll chop off one of your fingers, and your hand won't be tight anymore." Rong Jincheng pressed his finger again with the dagger. In the dark room, the outline of his face was deep and gloomy, very

It can scare people.

"Don't, don't, don't do anything... I'll give it another three days. After three days, I'll take the initiative to go to the bar to pay back the money."

"How many days have you been given? Why are you so shameless? Are you still gambling here?"

"Sir, don't I want to take the money back? If all the money is taken back, I won't have the money to pay back the bar owner. There's nothing I can do about it." The man was pressed on the table, with a flattering look on his face.

"Panpanpan, I think you are going to lose even your pants! I won't talk nonsense to you. I came here today just to ask for money. If you have money, you can tell me!"

"No...Master, it really doesn't happen."

"It's not there now, but it will be there in three days?"

"Can I borrow it?" The man still looked fawning, not daring to offend Rong Jincheng.

"Are you treating me like a monkey? With your virtue, will I believe that you can borrow money? I will chop off one of your fingers today!"

As he spoke, Rong Jincheng slashed his hand with a knife.
Chapter completed!