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Just when Lin Chuan was reminiscing about his childhood, at the bottom of Cointreau Tower, three thugs were gathering together to smoke cigarettes.

Among them, a thug with a green mohican hairstyle squatted on the ground, pinched the cigarette butt that was about to go out, took a hard puff, looked at the balance information on the phone, squinted his eyes and said to his companion:

"What the hell do you say Jiang Jinglin is coming from, just by reporting an address, you can get back 5,000 yuan, and in the style of the vampires who intermediate, you will have to pay at least five figures for finding someone to find him."

"His name is Jiang Yang, big brother, you are also a good fate, you have dug with him, you will be content with so much money for nothing, if it is really a big person, we will have to go around if we can't eat."

The thug with ring-shaped luminous glasses next to him, with a dark red dreadlock, took the cigarette butt from his hand with a worried face, took a deep breath at the cigarette that had been holding it in his mouth, and spit out a smoke ring.

The green-haired brother said nonchalantly:

"Second child, you have too much heart, there is a copper fist, we are not trying to rob them, or borrow some money to spend it, third child, are you sure they go to the hotel upstairs?"

"Well, I saw them go in with my own eyes, it's on the 16th floor, but ...... Big brother, they all live in this place, can they still be rich? ”

The third child leaning against the wall was still wearing a school uniform, but his height of nearly two meters, coupled with his bright yellow head, didn't look like a student.

The green-haired eldest brother walked over and wanted to pat the back of the third child's head, but because of his height, he only patted the third child's shoulder:

"What do you know, if you really live above the 99th floor, then what's the matter with us, don't do it if you can do it for a while, scare and scare them, borrow some money and leave, they are all from out of town, they definitely don't dare to cause trouble."

While talking, the three thugs all heard the footsteps coming from the mouth of the alley, and the bespectacled second child quickly threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and stood up honestly.

Soon, the bronze fist wearing a black trench coat walked in front of the three of them, and asked with some disgust:

"Are you sure it's a fat sheep?"

As he spoke, the bronze arm exposed by the copper fist made the three of them feel an inexplicable pressure.

In the underground black boxing arena in the eighth district, Bronze Fist once had an undefeated record of seven consecutive victories, but unfortunately he acted too high-profile, and when he was walking at night, he was plotted and removed the mechanical arm of his right hand.

After that, Tongquan said goodbye to the arena, slumped, and indulged in pleasure in the style street every day.

But even so, among these lowest-level gangsters, Copper Fist is also an existence that no one can afford to provoke, and occasionally substitutes for the gangsters, stands on the field, "borrows" some money, and lives comfortably.

The green-haired eldest brother said respectfully:

"I'm sure I'll get you some pocket money to come out......"

"Let's go, let's go, little rosette is still waiting for me."

Brass Fist replied impatiently and led up the stairs.