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Inside the detention center.

Lin Yaozu walked in with ease, as if returning home.

Now, the people in charge know him well.

After all, if you come three times a month and come back to report after just two days away, it’s okay if you don’t know each other.

"Here! 7736, the clothes are reserved for you, it's still this number."

Listen, this is the card.

In less than a month, Lin Yaozu has been mixed into the exclusive detention vest.

I really can't accept it.

Lin Yaozu handed over his mobile phone and other personal belongings, put on the 7736 detention vest, and walked inside.

This time, the squatting room is still the previous Datong shop.

In the room, there are two rows on the left and right, each with ten bunk beds and forty beds.

At this moment, there are already people named Thirty Little, all of whom are acquaintances.

Qiao San, his more than twenty brothers, and the trio of gangsters and live treasures.

Two waves of people happened to be confronting each other.

To be precise, it should be the trio of gangsters trembling and crouching on the ground begging for mercy.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yaozu had a sinister smile on his face.

Sure enough, these social scum need to be repeatedly educated.

Otherwise, you will not realize your mistakes at all.

After a while.

The heart-wrenching cry resounded throughout the cell.

...

Seven days later.

Outside the detention center.

Lin Yaozu walked out, and immediately saw Li Yanran who had been waiting for a long time.

"How is it? During the prison visit, have you done everything I told you?"

"Boss, everything is OK."

"Where is the bus you hired! Pull them all over in a while."

"The bus is still on its way and will arrive in a while."

"Okay! Let's go first, they will take care of it by themselves in a while."

"Boss, are you not afraid that they will run away?"

"Run? Where are you going? They don't dare to run either."

"...Boss, stop! I still want to spend a few more months of salary."

"Whispering... I'm a chivalrous man doing justice and contributing to society."

After hearing these shameless words, Li Yanran was directly silenced.

The two drove away to their destination.

Ten minutes later.

Outside the detention center.

A dozen or so black people stood and waited, whispering to each other.

"Has the bus that grandfather said hasn't arrived yet? You can't be fooling us!"

"Yes! Yes! How about we go by ourselves!"

"If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, so who dares to go!"

"Let's go all the way to the dark!"

"Meeting grandpa, it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"..."

At this moment.

A bus appeared from afar.

The driver looked sullen, and while driving slowly, he was chatting with other colleagues in the channel.

"Old Song, you are still beating the farts here, your order is overtime, don't be afraid of customer complaints!"

"I'm going! I'm afraid of this? It's not me bragging. If you give that little girl three guts, she doesn't dare to say anything. If she dares to complain to me, I can scare her to death."

"Old Song, you are a bitch, you have only this little ability, and you still scare other little girls, shameless."

"Cut! If the company hadn't forced the order, I wouldn't have accepted the order! And pick people up outside the detention center, why use a bus to pick them up? You can't be fooled!"

"Indeed! What Lao Song said is right, there is indeed something wrong with the order, but you should be there soon! Did you see anyone?"

"..."

"Old Song... Lao Song... answer! Where are you?"

After a long time.

There was a dry voice on the channel.

"Everyone, I may have encountered a collective escape from the black and evil forces."

...

the other side.

Li Yanran parked the car, and while leading the way, introduced.

"Boss, it's just ahead."

Lin Yaozu looked up.

【Xingjian Martial Arts Hall】

"Is it still a traditional martial arts school? Xingjian? Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement?"

"interesting!"

The two walked in the door.

A 14-year-old boy greeted him, followed by a younger girl, their clothes were a bit old.

Seeing this, Lin Yaozu squinted his eyes.

"Tell me! What are you doing?"

Li Yanran coughed lightly.

"Boss, these two little guys are a bit pitiful."

"Not long after my father passed away, all the immediate family members died, leaving only the two of them."

"There are persecutions from the beheaded loan outside, and relatives who are out of reach inside, eyeing the inheritance covetously."

Lin Yaozu grinned and gave a thumbs up.

"Good guy! You are also a talent, and you can actually dig out such two super troublesome spirits."

"Tell me! What do you think? Are you deliberately making trouble for me?"

Li Yanran's tone was flat and extremely serious.

"My thoughts!"

"It's easy!"

"Since I've met it, and I don't like it, then let me take care of it."

"I can't solve the trouble, so fight poison with poison and leave it to the boss to solve it."

Lin Yaozu tilted his head, smiled coldly, and said ruthlessly.

"But what good does it do me?"

"Why should I care?"

"What if I don't want to!"

"Want to be a Madonna, but make others pay?"

"Why?"

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