"That's right, we're civilized!", Lynch took a step back, he straightened his neckline, "Is there anything else, if not, I'll leave, I still have a lot to do!"

Michael couldn't help but take another step forward and roared in a low voice, "It's a matter between us, don't mess with my family, you're breaking the rules!"

"Rules?", Lynch had some doubts on his face, "I'm not from your industry, I haven't dealt with you much, are you sure the rules in your mouth are suitable for me?"

He said and smiled, "Of course, I am a law-abiding citizen, and I don't need you to remind me of this, if you have nothing else to say, I will be leaving." ”

He looked at Michael, and the two looked at each other for about three or five seconds, and Michael stepped out of the way, and Lynch nodded slightly past him.

Looking at the back of Lynch's departure, Michael showed off his ID in the placket of his shirt, then dumped the car off the sidewalk, and soon parked in the parking space in front of his house.

He quickly returned home, saw his wife watching the sitcom every afternoon, and quickly walked over and hugged his wife who was a little surprised, "Nothing unusual happened just now, right?"

"I mean no one knocked on the door, or no one invaded our yard, right?"

His wife is several years younger than him, which is why so many people want to join the IRS every year, with the highest salary, the best benefits, the best working environment and treatment in the government system, and all kinds of unexpected benefits.

This also makes every IRS employee a sweet spot in the marriage market, whether they are men or women, they can find their perfect match.

Most men will choose a younger woman, and it is not uncommon for them to be three or five years or even ten years younger than themselves.

Michael's wife is six years younger than him, and he has always cherished his wife.

"No, no one came, I sat here all afternoon watching the TV, and if anyone came, I would have found out. ”

Coming in through the door was directly facing the living room, and if anyone knocked on the door or entered the courtyard, she could see the intruder through the bright window on the wall, and the afternoon was so calm that she was about to fall asleep.

Michael sat on the couch with his arms around his wife's shoulders, not knowing how to talk about his business trip, let alone how to make her wife wary of Lynch, who might reappear.

On the other side, after a few turns outside, Lynch, who had bought some electrician's supplies, returned to his temporary residence, he took out the key and was opening the door, when the guy coming from behind suddenly approached his side, and a sharp object was pressed against his waist.

A voice with a strong smell of bad breath followed, "Where's my money?"

Lynch's movements only paused slightly, and then continued to open the door, he pushed open the door and stepped a leg inside, while saying, "If you don't want someone to finish the game, it's best to come in with me, if there is any problem, we can solve it through communication." ”

In less than five seconds, Lynch had already locked the identity of the guy behind him, thanks to the accumulation of so many years in his previous life, this body that was only twenty years old and full of energy, and everything was still at its peak, gave him an indescribable feeling of pleasure, everything was under his control, and he had not felt his strength as clearly as now.

The man outside the door hesitated, but he still followed, more than two thousand yuan was not a small amount of money for him, and he was surprised that Lynch, a young man, was not afraid of the knife in his hand.

The room is not big, a bedroom with a large door, a room for freshening up, and there is a faint ...... in the room The smell of, the masthead raised an eyebrow, he thought it would be cleaner here.

That night, Lynch came back and rinsed for a long time to get rid of the feces and water that had completely penetrated into his pants, but the smell could not be dispelled until now, and he had been rinsed many times and used aromatics, but there was still some stench that could not be hidden.

"You and Michael are your own business, it has nothing to do with me, give me back my money!", the masthead gestured with the dagger in his hand, reiterating his point again.

When the newsboys returned, he confiscated the newspaper packets in the newsboy's hands, and found that there were only about 2,000 yuan, which was almost 26,700 less, which was not a small amount, and in terms of his earning power from selling newspapers, it might have been his income for several months.

He wouldn't let the money disappear into his world like this, he went to Michael, and Michael said that this matter had nothing to do with him, and that he could only come to Lynch now, maybe this young man would be better to talk to.

"I just want my money back, you know, everything has nothing to do with me!"

Lynch sat down on the bed after a brief tidying up, he crossed his legs, his hands on his knees, he could see that the masthead was nervous, he was a little incoherent, and kept emphasizing the dagger in his hand, but in fact he was not necessarily so terrible.

His eyes were erratic, his eyelashes trembled slightly, the focus of his gaze was mostly on the ground between the two, and he himself was afraid, this was the first time he had done such a thing, holding a dagger, standing on someone else's territory, asking someone else to do something.

Lynch had already seen his strength, and he said with a smile, "You know, even if I kill you now, the judge won't judge me because you broke into my room with a murder weapon. ”

The maforeman jerked his head up and looked back at the door behind him, and an idea popped into his mind that Lynch had let him into the room to talk, not to avoid being seen, but to plot against him.

He suddenly became more agitated and more frightened, for he found himself transformed from a hunter to a prey, which made his breathing so rapid that he felt like he was about to suffocate.

He took a few steps back, raised the knife in his hand, and made a fierce appearance, wanting to step forward and give Lynch a little color to see, such as cutting his clothes, but he was afraid that Lynch would have some preemptive means, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

Seeing that this guy fell into a state where he couldn't continue, Lin Qicai pointed to the chair next to him, "Why don't you sit down and let's have a good talk, violence won't solve anything!"

He said it sincerely, perhaps impressed by it, or perhaps it was Lynch's calm and composited attitude that affected the masthead, who, after thinking about it, agreed with him and sat down in his chair.

After he sat down, Lynch asked, "Actually, my loss is much greater than yours, I lost five thousand yuan!", and when he finished speaking, the masthead showed an obvious shocked expression, and at the same time, there was a hint of "it really is".

"Have you ever thought that maybe this is a bureau?", without waiting for the masthead to react, Lynch continued to ask, "I divided the five thousand dollars among the five children, and they ordered it, and I ordered it in front of them, and this money will not be a problem with me." ”

"After they left my room, did they go straight to you, or did they go somewhere else?"

"If they're going to come straight to you, have you ever thought about whether these newsboys are reliable?"

"If they go somewhere else, will someone other than you and me me?"

Lynch shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, with a regretful expression on his face, "Michael told others that he didn't get anything from me, but I really lost five thousand dollars, and I think these five thousand dollars are in his hands!"

These words soon caused the less educated masthead to start thinking crankily, and in order to avoid exposing himself and to avoid being involved in the case, he did not appear in the vicinity at that time, but waited in an alley a little farther away.

The newsboys didn't go straight back to him when they got the money, but went to a room across the street to meet Michael, which lasted about a minute or two.

If something happens with the money...... , that can only be Michael's case.

He already had some belief in this by this time, and the newsboys he had sent were the kind he trusted better, and they all talked to each other about how they counted the money, and Lynch counted the money, and then wrapped up the money as he had seen before.

Just as he began to recall these events, Lynch added, "We are all afraid of certain people and dare not speak up, and I believe that it is not only us who dare not speak the truth, but those children may not be afraid to speak the truth." ”

"You came to me with a knife, but you found the wrong person, and then ask the children, maybe you will find something new. ”

Uneducated people are so easy to deceive!

Lynch once again showed a caring, kind look in his eyes.