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 a cold sweat.

  Pointing to the manager's nameplate on his chest, J's smile is 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 knows what happened without further explanation.

  Unfortunately, he originally gave Lacey a chain fried chicken restaurant for him because he was an old man.

   "I..., actually..."

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

   And his last move was a pistol hidden in his pocket.

   Only by pre-empting strikes can we live here longer.

  The gunshots rang out and the guests panicked, but because of the gun in J's hand, they didn't dare to move around at will.

   "Misters and ladies, 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 be 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 dining table raised his hand and asked.

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

"certainly."

  The man breathed a sigh of relief, but J said again,

   "But is your wife full too?"

"Yes, it is."

  The woman tightly held the man's palm, even her voice was trembling.

   "Enjoy your meal, welcome to visit next time."

  J waved at them with 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?"

   "Perhaps, you can call me JOKER."

  J just wanted to publish a long speech, but was slapped by Jin Siwen's big bullshit.

   "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 weren't for the fact that he is 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 sky and the earth are big, but the wife is the biggest.

  No way, who made his baby the most he likes.

  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 is indeed hungry.

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

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

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

   "Sir, please show your invitation letter."

  The strong men in suits outside the casino blocked everyone's way.

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

   "When does this casino need an invitation letter?"

  The place that is dirty and dirty 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 he was knocked down by J just as he was about to make a move.

   "Tsk, I told you a long time ago, don't do these fancy things."

  What kind of suit do you wear when fighting, and who do you show it to?

  “After so many 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,

   "A quick fix."

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

   "Understood, Sir."

  J winked at her playfully, and even saluted hilariously.

   Jin Siwen didn't want Cen Qing and the others to interfere with 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 and messy memory 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 man's fear of her.

  The final scene is at the gate of Arkham Mental Hospital.

   It was him who sent the original owner into Arkham!

"What's wrong?"

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

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

   "No money? No money, why are you here to gamble?!"

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

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

  The person sitting in the manor squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

   He has observed this person for a long time.

  Walk in the casino and is a bad guy again, but the money is always flowing.

  However, he came from 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, what business? I don't understand what you're talking about?"

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

  He really didn't understand what this man was trying to do? !

  But the knife that came across his neck suddenly made him almost completely collapsed, and the stench made everyone in the room very disgusted.

  The man frowned and asked his subordinates to search him.

   In my pocket is the bank statement from last month, and I received 20,000 RMB.

  But 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 skills.

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

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

   "Just, just some 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.

   "This familiar gunshot seems to be resolved."

  (end of this chapter)