Cynthia’s Cat

Job squinted at the little brother next to him, "Did I make you laugh? Your expression is so loud that it seriously affects my speech."

Lun shrank his neck in fear. The boss was often moody, which made him not know when to laugh and when not to laugh.

As long as Boss Job is a little unpleasant, he will scold them. They were all very scared of Job, because he was the most courageous, and he acted ruthlessly.

The most important thing is that Job has joined the gang organization. They all mixed with Job.

"Sorry, boss, I... I didn't mean it."

Job glared at Lenn, then continued to look at Creel. When he first went to the mobile phone shop to collect protection money, Rupert told him that this man was rich.

So Job took a few younger brothers and hurried to catch up.

Boss Rupert was right. The man was wearing a shabby dark green coat with a wooden stick in his hand. Job recognized the man at a glance.

"I heard you are rich?"

Jeffrey’s eager voice came from the phone, "Krell, what's wrong with you? Talking? Hey! Hey! Hey! Krell, you talk!!!"

Creel said to the phone, "Jeffrey, I'm fine, I'll call you later."

"You still say it's okay? I have heard all of your conversations. Where are you now, I'll come over right away."

"These people can't hurt me. Don't worry, I will solve it later and call you."

After speaking, Krell cut off the phone.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Damn it!"

The phone has been hung up, and now Jeffrey is very anxious. If Creel was not injured, he would not be so anxious. Now that Creel is injured, he doesn't know how many people he is facing.

After placing the phone, Krell looked at the clamoring punks opposite.

Krell sneered at the corner of his mouth, not angry, he opened his mouth faintly, "Who said that?"

"Boss Rupert said, he said that you get one hundred euros every time you sell. If you are so rich, don't you mind if I help you use it?"

The surrounding boys booed and said, "If you have money, do you have to spend it?"

"Of course... mind."

There was a smile on Krell's face, but it became cold in an instant.

Looking at the man who was not afraid of them at all, Job was a little uncertain. The man's aura was so strong that they couldn't hold it down.

Job was getting a little nervous, but he couldn't lose face in front of these little brothers.

The news that he joined the gang organization is false, how can the gang be so easy to enter? He is just a small **** and, with his little brother every day to collect protection fees, the gangsters simply don't like him.

Boss Rupert said that this man is not lame? No matter how he looks at it now, he doesn't want to be stubborn.

Job's face turned gloomy, **** it! The old man lied to him, this person is simply not easy to deal with.

The little brothers around couldn't bear it anymore and began to agitate.

"You actually used this tone to speak to our boss? Don't want to live anymore? Huh?"

Krell looked at the iron rods in the hands of these little gangsters. These little gangsters were not too old, and the battle was quite bluffing.

"What do you want?"

"Looking at the iron rod in our hands? Hand over all the money you have if you want to live."

The younger brothers behind him also echoed: "Hand over! Hand over all the money!"

Creel turned the stick in his hand with his fingers, his eyes were scornful, "What if I don't pay?"