The surroundings are very cruel, and at first glance they are the ones that are not easy to mess with.

"I'm looking for Yin." Ying Huaixue was wearing a black robe and couldn't see her face clearly. She deliberately lowered her voice and said to one of her subordinates.

The man stopped, looked at Ying Huaixue's eyes, and then said coldly: "Boss is inside, you go in."

Ying Huaixue nodded and walked over quickly.

There was only one man in the dim room, looking about thirty years old. He was wearing white short-sleeved trousers and a long scar on his hard face. The mark ran through his left face to his right, looking a little shocking.

Especially the momentum of his body, with the bloody and murderous aura that hits his face, it seems to be something that only people who have been through the battlefield for a long time will have.

However, it would not be very strange to be able to become a person No. 42 who cannot shake it.

"Why are you here?" There are two evil spirits in the slum No. 42. He is one of the bosses, his name is Yin, and the other one is not in the same way for many years. At this moment, he saw a familiar and stranger, frowned slightly. He glanced around him and then whispered, "Didn't I tell you that it was the last order three years ago, and we will have nothing to do in the future."

"I know." Ying Huaixue sneered twice. She unbuttoned the black veil surrounding her face, then sat aside and stared at Yin, "But something went wrong three years ago."

Yin paused, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, "What do you mean?"

Ying Huaixue didn't say anything.

Yin Que saw a lot of information from Ying Huaixue's expression, and he said coldly: "Do you doubt me?"

"Aren't you?" Ying Huaixue asked back.

"Don't forget, we are a grasshopper on the boat! If someone knew about what happened three years ago, you and I couldn't escape. How could I go back and tell you what happened three years ago?"

Yin said this, but the portrait that night... Ying Huaixue has always carried this painting, and now she threw the painting with the rope tied to Yin, "This painting has come out again, no one has touched it, it has come out by himself."

Yin Jiangxin looked at Ying Huaixue suspiciously, then opened the portrait, glanced at the young girl on it, and sneered disdainfully, "I said, why are you getting more and less courageous after three years? Just a painting, maybe it's just someone's prank."

"Impossible!" Ying Huaixue retorted fiercely: "This is definitely not a prank. I have carefully interrogated all the guards. They all said that no one saw anyone breaking into my room. No one knew about this painting at all, and it was even more impossible for those guards to know, so why did this painting be spread out for no reason?"

Yin felt a little scared when Ying Huaixue said it, but he quickly calmed down and frowned, "I have solved that person completely. Don't you know my methods?"

"Of course I know your methods." It is precisely because of this that everything is moving in a worse direction. "Things from three years ago may have come out again."

"Who else knew about this except you?" Ying Huaixue asked.

Yin was a little upset. He habitually picked up the cigarette next to him and lit it.

In the smoke, he frowned, "There is no one else except me... I did this myself, and it was not passed by others at all. How could anyone know about it?"
Chapter completed!