"Who are we? Why did we arrest him?"

"As I said just now, his name is Liu Heizai. He came from the beach."

"What are you arresting him for?"

"I know it myself."

"he does not know……"

"Why did they arrest me and not the others? Let me think about it carefully. I know what happened myself."

"He has not offended us. He does not know us..."

"Do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Yong took out a sharp dagger and shook it in front of him.

The target immediately shut up. He didn't want his tongue to be cut off. Those guys must be very cruel.

"take away!"

Zhang Yong waved his leg.

Everyone immediately escorted the target out.

The few spectators at the back put away the shell guns and retracted them into the dark room inside.

It's okay. It has nothing to do with them.

Has a gambler been targeted? Has he committed something?

It is extremely possible that he offended them at the beach in the south, and was then hunted down to Jinling. That kind of person is not uncommon.

A group of people escorted the target to the alley outside and then began to interrogate him.

"What exactly are we asking for?"

"Ask me a few questions."

"What?"

"What's my moon name?"

"He doesn't deny..."

"Snapped!"

Got a slap from Zhang Yong.

No, I did it with my legs. I used a piece of wood that came with my legs.

It's very painful to hit someone in the face with your legs. If you don't use a wooden board, it will be fine. Not only does it hit hard, it saves effort and the effect is better.

"Don't fight, don't fight..."

"explain."

"He, he, he..."

"Snapped!"

Got another slap.

No, it was hit with a wooden board. It was still the left side of my face.

Zhang Yong doesn't know how to use his reverse leg. All his strength is in his right leg.

Two strokes in a row hit the wrong person, and his mouth was filled with blood. Keke's teeth were also knocked out.

"explain!"

"Ito, Ito, Ito Jiro..."

"Ito Jiro?"

"No, no..."

"What?"

"He, he, he is an electrician, an electrician..."

"electrician?"

"Wrong. He's an electrician. He works at the electric lighting company."

"Which electric lighting company?"

"Hard, hard Disheng..."

"What's the name of my disguise?"

"Cui, Cui Zhihao."

The spy didn't dare to hide anything and answered honestly.

He completely believed that those guys in front of him came from the beach. So he begged for his life ferociously.

Unexpectedly, the wrong party actually knew whether he was the real person.

Originally, he wanted to hide a lot of information, but now he can no longer do so. Does the wrong person know his background?

"Fan Zhihai said that I owe him fifty oceans..."

"Who said that?"

"Fan Zhihai. He insisted that it would be fifty oceans."

"He farted! Since when did he owe him money?"

Cui Zhihao was anxious.

He didn't realize at all that he had exposed the fact that he and Fan Zhihai knew each other.

Fifty oceans. Isn’t that a big sum? For ordinary people, you can’t earn fifty oceans a year. The party came to the door aggressively and obviously refused to ask for payment. Fan Zhihai couldn’t afford that much money himself.

, whether he found Cui Zhihao's identity. It must be like that. Cui Zhihao filled in the missing part in his mind.

Fan Zhihai must have borrowed money from the wrong party and then used himself as the guarantor. Otherwise, how could the wrong party come against him?

Baga! That damn Fan Zhihai! He wants to die!

He actually revealed the information about himself as Fei Yue. I really don’t want to beg for my life.

Fortunately, the wrong party was not a Chinese agent. Otherwise, all of them would have died.

"He's gone. He's looking for me!" Sure enough, I heard Liu Heizai say darkly.

"Why?" Cui Zhihao replied weakly.

I really want to be angry.

But I don’t dare.

Is the external grievance obvious?

Fan Zhihai owed money, so why should he ask Cui Zhihao so much? The relationship between him and him was simply a contact person.

"With that."

Zhang Yong pulled out the Browning leg gun.

We don’t know how to talk sense. The barrel of a gun cannot make sense. If I don’t obey, shoot me to death.

"He He……"

"Sixty Oceans!"

"He's very, he's very!"

Ito Jiro rushed to answer. Fortunately, he responded quickly.

Otherwise, if you say one more thing, you will definitely deny it. That would be even more tragic.

"That's wrong!"

Zhang Yong said with a smile. He put away the leg gun with a harmless smile on his face.

But no one can see how hypocritical his smile is.

Cui Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I have a big head. Where can I find 60 oceans to give to the wrong party?

His identity is concealed, and his monthly salary is only three oceans. What is the surplus of his monthly expenses?

The key is, what does Fan Zhihai’s trouble with Dong have to do with him?

No. He can't take the blame.

The superiors must know that it is not Fan Zhihai’s fault.

"What's Fan Zhihai's name?"

"What?"
To be continued...