Super Treasure Hunter

"what?"

Hearing these words, Kong Ziliang and Wang Shaolan were dumbfounded and tried their best. This shows that their son is over!

"Dean Peng, you can’t do this, you must save my son!" Kong Ziliang grabbed Dean Peng’s hand and said with a very solemn expression. He is just such a son. No matter what the price, he will take his son. Rescued.

Wan Shaolan was also crazy, and shouted arrogantly, "You return my son. My son was fine before. You killed my son!"

The three of Dean Peng looked very ugly after hearing this. The three of them were tired of saving people all night, but they were said to be harmful.

Dean Peng said coldly to Kong Ziliang: "President Kong, the three of us really did our best. We can only say that we are inadequate, but..."

"But what?" Kong Ziliang asked excitedly when he heard this.

"If you can find the young man before, the noble son may be saved, but fast, noble son can only hold on for a few hours." Dean Peng hesitated for a while before saying this. He really didn't want to say this. He was the best hospital in Zhonghai. The patients who could not be treated in the People's Hospital of the People's Hospital of the People's Republic of China were embarrassed to find a little-known yellow-haired boy to rescue.

Kong Ziliang understood what Dean Peng meant, and took out the phone and said in a deep voice: "Go and find me to treat the young man Kong Shao at night. You must find it! Don't act rashly after you find it. Tell me immediately!"

Under the order of Kong Ziliang, the entire underworld in Zhonghai was in chaos. The small gangsters in the streets and alleys were all dispatched, and they even went to the Public Security Bureau to take a picture of the surveillance screenshots in the hospital in the middle of the week, so that the Public Security Bureau quickly searched. this person.

However, the appearance in the middle of the week is disorganized, and it is impossible to find out. There is such a person in the world.

Located in Dongliu District, Zhonghai City, the most prosperous area in Zhonghai, the 600-meter-high skyscraper top, the entire floor is fully connected, and the decoration is extremely luxurious.

Standing in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the entire Zhonghai at an altitude of 600 meters. Even in the early morning, it is still brightly lit and cars are constantly flowing.

A beautiful woman, wearing a black gauze-like pajamas, leaned on a soft leather sofa, sipping red wine and looking at this huge city.

Behind him, an old man in a suit walked over and respectfully spoke to the beautiful woman who was facing him, "Miss, the reason has been found out."

"Say." The beautiful woman was expressionless, without turning her head back, her tone was as cold as a ten thousand year iceberg, everyone standing in front of her was ashamed.

The old man respectfully said: "Kong Ziliang is looking for a young man, the purpose is to heal his son."

“According to our people’s report, Kong Ziliang’s son Kong Xiao was hit by a large cement tanker when he was racing in Shekou Mountain this afternoon and his life is dying.”

The woman was silent for half a minute, and then said, "Go on, everyone stays still and watch out for all the movements of Kong Ziliang."

"Yes, miss!" The old man bowed to the beautiful woman and turned to leave.

Zhou Zhong didn't even know that the entire Zhonghai night was in chaos. The streets and alleys were full of punks and policemen, the purpose was to find him.

At four o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xiaoying ran on time to smash the door in the middle of the week and asked him to go out to buy boiled tofu.

I am used to it now in the middle of the week. I have to go out to set up a stall with her every morning. Their business has been very hot these days. Every household in the village in the city almost eats their boiled tofu before they go out. The long dragon has already been photographed, for fear that it will be sold out later.

Zhao Xiaoying happily pushed the car, and said to the middle of the week: "Today we have to sell more. I bought so many things yesterday and we have no money. Today we have to earn it back!"

In the middle of the week, she glanced at her speechlessly, she couldn't make any money according to her trick.

As soon as the stalls opened here, they couldn’t be idle at all. After several days of cooking tofu, the cooking skills in mid-week rose sharply. Whether it’s cutting vegetables or controlling the heat, they have reached the point where they are skilled in cooking. The more delicious it comes.

Unknowingly, more than half an hour passed, and it was five o'clock. More and more people came out to eat in the village in the city.

At this moment, seven or eight air-breathing punks walked over. One of the guys with a row of pierced ears, kicked over the chair, and cursed arrogantly: "Grass, whose is this? Booth, why are the chairs messy?"

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When the people who were eating saw this group of people, their expressions suddenly changed. Some timid people got up and left without eating. Even those who are bold, try to move their chairs as far away as possible and don't want to get close to these people. Then looked at them vigilantly, as if they were in danger, they ran away.

When Zhao Xiaoying saw this group of people dared to kick her stool, she immediately asked angrily: "What's wrong with my stall, why are you kicking my stool!"

When they saw how beautiful Zhao Xiaoying was, they all laughed lewdly.

"Oh, brothers, I said when there is such a beautiful lady in our village in the city, if this is a happy night, it would be so cool!"

Others all followed and laughed and said: "Brother Crooked, then you have to be careful, don't beat you up this run."

"Hahaha!"

The crooked gun suddenly cursed angrily: "Grass, second donkey, how many times have I said that Lao Tzu's English name is Wen Pu, not crooked gun!"

A few foul language made Zhao Xiaoying's face flushed when she heard it, and she pointed at these punks with angrily and cursed: "You gangsters! Get away from my booth. You are not welcome here!"

But the more Zhao Xiaoying was like this, it seemed that these little gangsters felt more interesting.

Wen Pu licked his lips and looked at Zhao Xiaoying in a fascinating manner. "Little sister, when does this become your territory? This whole village in the city is the territory of our Long brother, don’t you? Heard of us? No, Brother Long, Zhonghai Long, boss of the underworld, are you setting up a stall here, have you paid the protection fee?"

"You have to pay protection fees for setting up a stall? You are stealing money, I want to call the police!" Zhao Xiaoying said angrily.

However, the gangsters were not afraid at all, and smiled unscrupulously: "Call the police? Yes, then you should report to the police. You can ask the other merchants here whether they paid the protection fee?"

The other merchants lowered their heads and dared not speak. This group of gangsters was a tyrant in the village in the city, and no one dared to provoke them. Usually, it is not only these merchants who have to pay protection fees, but if they run out of money, they even go door-to-door to the villages in the city and ask for money.

Their boss is Long Ge. It is said that he has been in prison twice. One time he gave him a discount, and the second time he came out and beat him to more than ten fractures.

This Long brother shot viciously, and Juixi must report, so the people in the village in the city did not dare to provoke him.