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Thinking about it, Ouyang Min snorted slightly, and then went downstairs, leaving Han Dong with an uneven back.

Han Dong knew that he had acquiesced to staying in the studio, otherwise with Ouyang Min's character, if he insisted on leaving, he would definitely make it clear.

Shaking his head slightly, he continued back to the office.

In the midst of the busy machinery, the sky became dark again.

When you think about it, it doesn't seem to be doing anything. But when you are truly immersed in your work, time is simply imperceptibly fast.

In the past few days since he left the Xia family, he could only enrich himself with work, so that he could forget the unique atmosphere in the Xia family as soon as possible.

In the rainy season, I don't know when the rain is falling outside.

Han Dong stood by the window and opened it.

Occasionally, the rain will be swept into the office by the wind and drenched on the body. The scorching summer weather is a little brighter at first glance.

The air, fresh as never before, smells it all pleasant.

On the street, pedestrians quickened their pace.

There are couples holding umbrellas together, children having fun in the rain, and pickpockets slitting open pockets with knives while rubbing shoulders with passers-by.

The black wallet fell into his hand by chance. Immediately put it in his arms and ran wildly like hiding from the rain.

Han Dong subconsciously threw down a pen on the desk, and when the pedestrian heard the sound and looked up, Han Dong pointed to his badly damaged pocket.

Only then did he realize that he had lost the money, and the pedestrian hurriedly turned around and chased after the pickpocket: "Stop me!"

Han Dong couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt that Sanshou Street had an indescribable charm.

This kind of scene that can only be seen on TV, I can't imagine that I can witness it in person today, just like a joke, and the person who is stolen or the thief seems to be accustomed to it......

"Brother Dong, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Zheng Wenzhuo walked into the office, rubbed his rain-soaked hair, and asked casually.

Han Dong came back to his senses: "I'm going to leave." How's it going today?"

"It's all right, the stage team is looking for the top in the city, and the price of one game is 60,000. In terms of publicity, the billboard can be picked up tomorrow, and the leaflets have been redistributed until the opening. ”

"Oh, can you show the contents of this leaflet?"

Zheng Wenzhuo said, opened the briefcase, took out a flyer and handed it over.

A detective agency is actually a non-governmental organization for investigation and evidence collection, which is not recognized by law. Usually the core of the business is basically the same.

Such as business anti-counterfeiting, tracing services, marriage investigation, child behavior guardianship, debt collection, whereabouts investigation, credit investigation, intellectual property investigation, etc......

On the leaflets, these were also printed.

One of the more intriguing is the recovery of lost property.

This business is simply tailor-made for Sanjukai, because there is no telling how many people lose things here every day.

Some are money, some are others.

Han Dong thought of the pickpocket's professional methods just now, he always believed that there was a well-organized theft gang on Sanshou Street, otherwise it would never have been active for so many years. And the business of recovering lost property is undoubtedly on the opposite side of pickpockets.

The police are reluctant to interfere easily, and Han Dong doesn't know whether this business is suitable for the studio or not, and whether it will cause trouble.

Zheng Wenzhuo said: "Brother Dong, to do our business, you have to be bold first. Otherwise, there are dozens of large and small detective agencies in Dongyang, why should we be competitive and do it. ”

"What's more, evil doesn't overwhelm good, I'm afraid of what those thieves are doing!"

Han Dong nodded to know and said no more. Seeing that it was not early, I had some supper with Zheng Wenzhuo and rushed back to the hotel.

The name of the hotel where he lives is Rongyuan, which is not too far from Sanshou Street, and the surrounding environment is not very good.

I will choose this place, in addition to being cheap, because of the proximity to the place of work. Also, the environment is acceptable.

The only drawback is that it is too noisy, and there are night shifters who tend to talk loudly at two or three in the morning. In addition, the sound insulation effect is not good, and Han Dong can be easily woken up by various movements every time.

Today, I just fell asleep and was also woken up again.

He himself has a very serious wake-up gas, thinking about whether he wants to live in a different place.

I looked at the time, and it was two o'clock in the morning.

I thought it would stop after a while, but it seemed that I was deliberately working against him, and instead of disappearing, the movement outside intensified. There were even more screams of men and screams of women.

The sound of begging for mercy, the fierce threat, the desperate cry of the woman......

This is not uncommon, at least since Han Dong moved in, there have been two accidents in this hotel.

One was a burglary, and the other was a local thug who molested a young woman and got into a dispute with her boyfriend. The two sides called friends and almost fought a group fight of dozens of people.

In the end, it was the hotel owner who stepped forward to settle the matter.

Subconsciously, Han Dong put on his vest and opened the door of the hotel in shorts.

At the end of the damp and cold hallway, there were at least a dozen people, six or seven of them punching and kicking a man who had fallen to the ground, and others dragging the crying woman to the staircase.

Most of these people have tattoos. Some have bare backs and fierce faces. Just looking at it, it's definitely not a good thing.

There were many guests who were woken up like Han Dong, and they all only glanced at it, and then hurriedly closed the door, and hung it high.

"Don't fight, he'll die if you beat him again......" The woman's voice was cold and sad, as if she cared about the man who was beaten.

"Ignore this stinky bitch, keep fighting, Brother Kuroko's women dare to move, fucking yourself to death!"

Han Dong vaguely understood some clues, the woman with a good posture and figure should be the girlfriend or mistress of a famous local gangster. The man seemed to be hooking up with him, and was discovered by the black brother in these mouths......

If a woman is brought back, it is estimated that the end will not be good.

The kind of people that Han Dong came into contact with had their own means of making people fearful.

Looking at the arrogant posture of these gangsters, it is estimated that even if they kill people, the so-called black brother will have a way to deal with it.

It's very simple, you can't see anyone alive, you can't see a corpse when you die.

The police will never have much energy to investigate where a person is missing, and where another person is missing.

Even if it is filed, it is mostly hanging there, to no avail.

"What are you looking at paralyzed, go back!"

Someone noticed Han Dong and couldn't help but scold, and raised the stick in his hand and pointed it at Han Dong's nose.

Ordinary people, when they encounter this, they probably have to hide as far as they want.

But Han Dong himself is a veteran, and during his service, he stood on the opposite side of these so-called Taoists and criminals in disguise.

What's more, he is alone now, and if he becomes a shrinking turtle again, he will look down on himself.

He was surprised, "You said me?"

The gangster's patience was exceptionally poor, and he strode forward and grabbed Han Dong's vest collar: "What did Lao Tzu say, didn't you hear it......"

Before the words could be fully spoken, the thugs suddenly screamed heartbreakingly.

The upright body bent down in an instant.

It was Han Dong, who stuck the thug's thumb without a trace. Ten fingers connected to the heart, the feeling of breaking at any time, only let the gangsters bend lower and lower along Han Dong's strength left and right.

With a bang, the thugs didn't even scream and move, holding their stomachs and curling up on the ground retching.

The rest of the gangsters seem to have seen the most incredible scene, what a year, and there are fucking fools out to meddle in things.

After a while, a group of thugs who had been surrounding the beating man strode towards Han Dong with sticks in their hands.

Han Dong shook his head, his chaotic brain was slightly clear.

The short man picked up a stick dropped by the thugs on the ground and slammed it across the head of the fastest thug.

The waist and back are arched, like a tiger entering the sheep's den, rampage.

Every time the stick is raised, someone will inevitably snort and fall to the ground, and the means are more than ferocious.

It is difficult to collect when the water is covered, and the more Han Dong fights, the more violent his heart becomes.

He has his pride, and this pride in the Xia family is constantly compressed and compressed. As soon as it leaves, it rebounds violently like a spring.

The unjust messenger definitely doesn't mind teaching this gang of ninth-rate people who are dressed in human skin, but never do personnel.