The director stood in the rising sun and stayed up all night, making him look terrible.

The top that didn't button up was exposed, revealing the imitation cotton shirt that was almost wrinkled inside. The rough and dark neck still had the lip marks of a concubine when she was having fun last night.

Staring at the dark red blood stains at the crime scene, the director's eyebrows frowned like springs.

He pinched his eyebrows again, but he couldn't melt the gloom. The director straightened his hunched back, which was a little hunched and sore, slowly moving his stiff body.

Inadvertently, the director's eyes fell on the stone houses in the temporary prison. His pupils narrowed, and the director's numb eyes gradually became more shiny: "Yes, why did I forget these scums?" The director stopped moving and walked quickly to the prison.

Hearing the footsteps, the group of gangsters were about to make fun of him, but when they saw the director's iconic beard, they suddenly became silenced.

Several people hurriedly stroked the wrinkled clothes, and a small white flower appeared on their faces: "Dear Director, why are you here?"

The director's facial muscles twitched, and he grabbed a guy like a little leader with a smile: "Who am I?!!"

The director's actions immediately scared the guy. The little leader who was caught was stunned and opened his mouth and squirmed his lips: "You...you are the director!"

The director's eyes widened, and his face was wide open to the little leader: "Yes, I am the director, and your life and death are in my hands..." The director stayed up late, his tone was a little heavy, making the little leader feel desperate.

"Big... sir, right." The little leader tried to hold his breath and leaned back slightly to avoid the two of them accidentally getting on.

He threw away the little leader, and the director's hook-like eyes flashed across everyone's faces. The gloomy threat echoed over the temporary prison: "I lost something, it was a proof of the mining contract."

The official boots were stomping on the ground, and the "dao" footsteps were like a death knell. The director paced back and forth for a moment, and looked up violently: "If you can't find anything, I'm very likely to lose the position of the director, and even spend the rest of my life..." When he said this, the director seemed to see his miserable appearance in the mine, and his voice gradually became dry and hoarse.

It was as if the sky was thundering, and the director's expression instantly became as ferocious as a ghost. He turned his lips outward and eight whitezizi's teeth were exposed, and he roared: "But before I stepped down!! I can take you to hell together!!!"

His eyes were red and his decadent appearance, and his ferocious expression was chosen, everyone present had no doubt about the determination of the Director.

The facial muscles slowly relaxed, and the exposed gums were covered by the lips. The director seemed to have exhausted his strength, slowly opened the iron fences of all the stone houses, turned around and left.

Everyone stood there, looking at the freedom that was so close to each other, but they couldn't be happy.

Everyone could feel that the director was really crazy this time. Even the suspects were released, and they were probably forced into a desperate situation.

"Don't be in a fucking stand, hurry up and find something!!" The little boss gritted his teeth and walked out first, shouting with his opponents who turned his head and pretended to be calm.

Everyone walked out in a scattered manner, their faces as if they were dusted with the bottom of the pot, which looked very ugly.

"Hey, you... it's you, come here!" The little boss looked at the fair young man and immediately returned to his gangster's true nature, shouting at Rick like a master.

Rick smiled, walked to the little boss obediently, nodded and bowed: "Boss, are you calling me?" That look very terrible.

The little boss's eyes lit up, and he finally had a smile on his face: "Don't look at the delicate skin and tender flesh, you are quite good!" As he said that, the leader patted Rick's shoulder like a big brother: "I'll get along with me in the future. We can share the hardships. In the future, we will eat a bite of meat and we will never let you drink soup!!"

Rick was a little "touched" by the little leader's "Yibo Yuntian", and immediately called him brother and brother.

After walking a few steps in a bustling manner, a curious gangster next to him asked, "Brother, what did you do?"

Rick showed a green smile on his face: "I didn't do anything, I just killed a few people."

The gangster on the opposite side choked and then laughed: "Listen to everyone, our little brother Rick, but we killed a few people before we came in..." Everyone made fun of him. Even the little boss had never killed anyone. How could this young boy Rick kill someone?

After leaving the police station, everyone met an anxious policeman. The other party was stunned for a moment. It was not that everyone was released, but that it was unexpected that Rick, the murderer, was mixed with these street gangsters?

However, the above had already instructed that these people were now coming out to find a contract proof, which was considered the same trench. The police officer hesitated slightly, nodded awkwardly, and then turned around and left quickly.

The little leader looked at the policeman's back and immediately became arrogant: "Did you see it? This is the treatment for the director to work. Even the policeman should be polite when he sees us."

Although I nodded as being polite, it was a bit of that. But for the country gangsters, this was already a capital worth boasting about.

Rick walked in the crowd and enjoyed a fox and a fake tiger power. These gangsters seemed to be doing a disaster to the countryside. They took a head of garlic and caught a handful of onions. When they met a young girl, their eyes were like hooks, and they wanted to take off the big girl's clothes on her chest.

Rick also took the opportunity to come up on a little girl's butt with awkwardness, and welcomed the cheers of the gangsters. Recalling the soft and smooth feel, Rick's eyes were becoming more and more erratic. He avoided a piece of sewage and gradually walked to an abandoned demolition house.

The rest of the people were familiar with the road and quickly ran around the demolition ruins, and soon found a pretty complete house.

Stepping on the rubble all over the ground, Rick looked at the beggar gathered in the house, and his eyes paused: "These people are..."

A gangster of nose ring kicked open the pot and basin, and said disapprovingly: "These are our fat sheep, and we will harvest them in a few days..." Through the in-depth and concise description of the gangster of nose ring, Rick quickly understood professional terms such as "protection fee" and "traveling".

These old men and children were beggars begging in the dark corners of the street. Rick initially thought these people were pitiful, but when the beggar "manager" smiled charmingly and handed over a heavy wallet to the little leader, the cheap sympathy disappeared.

After a closer look, these beggars who had washed away the oil and mess had a rosy face, a long breath, and a healthy voice.
Chapter completed!