"Okay, don't worry, you will definitely get things done." The gangster boss nodded.

Huo Jinzhi took out a large piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the gangster boss, it was drawn by Tang Laijin, and he didn't understand it very well, but Tang Laijin said that if his father saw this note, he would definitely be so angry that his brain was congested.

Therefore, Huo Jinzhi brought this paper, Tang Laijin is more good at this, he really doesn't understand.

"This paper is attached to the woman, and it can't be broken."

The gangster boss took the paper, and after reading it for a long time, he didn't understand it, what does it mean?

The level of the person who drew the picture is too poor, and the writing is crooked, which is uglier than what he wrote, but he can finally understand what he is drawing, like a comic book.

Painted a city gate, hung a sign, wrote the toll five corners once, the second painting is an endless stream of passers-by, and they are all men, over a five dimes, the gatekeeper collects the money with a smile, and the third is the gatekeeper reports the performance-

"Report to Lord Huo, there were twelve passers-by last night, and they all said that this door is broken, and the five corners are too expensive."

There are three paintings in total, the painter has no skills at all, and even the gangsters dislike it, but it is simple and straightforward, and a fool can understand it, but they are connected together but they don't understand, why do they want to post a broken painting on Shen Banxia's body, inexplicable.

The gangster boss didn't dare to ask the reason, and carefully put away the paper, but he couldn't break it, he was really afraid of Huo Jinzhi, this kid was ruthless at a young age, and his brain was good, he couldn't fight at all.

In fact, he asked Huo Jinzhi and didn't understand, in the end, age restricts some knowledge, as long as this piece of paper is not stupid, the old fritter can understand at a glance, but Huo Jinzhi doesn't understand, it is estimated that it will take a few years to react.

Shen Banxia inside is even more desperate? Huangshan Road is where she and Huo Xiu live, and the neighbors around her think she is Mrs. Huo, so she is thrown to Huangshan Road like this? Anyone with a discerning eye knows what happened to her last night? Huo Xiu will definitely know that he will definitely get tired of her.

Can't she sit still? Gotta find a way to escape.

Shen Banxia struggled to climb up, and her flesh and bones hurt a lot? But how many steps did she take? Can't hold it up and falls to the ground? alarmed the gangster boss outside.

Huo Jinzhi said coldly: "Are you optimistic about this woman? If you don't do what I'm talking about, your confession will be on the desk of the Public Security Chief. ”

"Are you at ease? Surely there will be no leaks? There was a brother watching in the house, and she couldn't escape. The gangster boss bowed, for fear of angering Huo Jinzhi, so he really handed over the confession to the Public Security Bureau.

There was a scolding sound in the room, Huo Jinzhi was relieved? It's good that someone is watching.

"Eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock is the busiest time period on Huangshan Road, and you will pass at that time."

"Okay, I'll be on time." The gangster boss assured and asked flatteringly, "When will those confessions be given to us?" ”

Huo Jinzhi sneered, "What's the hurry, as long as you do good things, I will naturally return it to you." ”

"Yes, yes...... I'm not in a hurry, I'm just asking. The gangster boss didn't dare to ask anymore, although he hated it in his heart, he couldn't do anything about Huo Jinzhi.

Huo Jinzhi didn't want to stay any longer, and left soon, as for Shen Banxia, she would soon understand what purgatory was like.

This slut wanted his mother to go to hell, so he let this slut go to purgatory in advance, and by the way, he gave his father a big 'surprise', hoping that the ghost painting talisman drawn by Tang Laijin could really make his father so angry that his brain bleed.

It would be better if he could be half angry, and he was willing to be a 'filial son' praised by everyone.