Shenhao: Confession 99 Times, the School Belle is In a Hurry

But at this time, what Xiao Yang didn't know was that in one room, everyone who just went to smash the shop was in this private room.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with some scars on his face, and looked a little fierce.

There were several bottles of wine open in front of everyone, with smiles on their faces.

"Damn it, Brother Dao, those girls were so luscious just now, we shouldn't just leave after smashing it!"

"Yeah, especially the one in black, that figure is amazing!"

The younger brothers licked their lips, thinking of the girls who were in Xiao Yang's shop just now.

"Don't think about those messes, smashing a store, it's a trivial matter, if something happens to those girls, it will be a big deal, and then all the brothers will have to go in, if you can't bear it, spend some money to find some girls That's it!" Brother Dao patted the younger brother's head and instructed.

"Yes Yes Yes."

At this time, the door of the box opened, and a young man walked in, followed by several people, all of whom seemed to be college students.

"Young Master Fang!" Brother Dao quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

They are all rough and rough in society, but they respect this young man surnamed Fang extremely.

After all, it's time to eat!

Fang Jingyuan sat down and threw a bag on the table.

All the bright red hundred-yuan bills spilled out, and everyone's expressions were full of exhaustion.

"Two hundred thousand, not one penny!"

"Thank you Fang Shao!" Brother Dao chuckled, and the scar on his face became even more ferocious.

"How is that kid?" Fang Jingyuan asked aloud.

"You have to lie down for at least two or three months." Brother Dao smiled lightly.

"Didn't I ask you to depose him?" Fang Jingyuan frowned.

"No, Young Master Fang, the management is strict now, if it is really abolished, there will be too much movement, and it will be difficult to end at that time..." Brother Dao seemed a little embarrassed.

"Fuck, what's the problem!" Fang Jingyuan was a little dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, he was always beaten, and his anger was considered exhausted, so he didn't worry about it anymore.

Then, the younger brother at the side took the phone over.

On the phone, it was Lu Xing lying on the ground with blood all over his face.

What followed was the smashed Phaeton.

After seeing the photos, Fang Jingyuan sneered and said, "Just this kind of guy, I really don't know what Qing Xuantong likes about him!"

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On the other side, after Xiao Yang tidied up the store, he asked the girls to go back, while he called around.

In his thirties, with a scarred face and a bald head.

Such morphological features are actually not difficult to find.

"I seem to have a little impression of this person."

Not long after, Xiao Yang got some news from the owner of a milk tea shop.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Brother Dao's group!"

"Brother Dao?" Xiao Yang was a little puzzled.

What does this character have to do with me?

"Brother Dao, he used to hang out in this area. He often fought around and collected protection money. Later, the management became stricter, but he didn't show his face."

"However, I'm not very clear about this matter. According to what you said, it should be this group of people."

"Speaking of which, when I first started business, they also came to me to collect the bill..."

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After listening to the milk tea shop owner's words, Xiao Yang thoughtfully said: "Could it be that they want to collect the bill because they saw the opening of our new shop?"

"Probably not, they stopped doing this a long time ago!" The boss shook his head.

"And if he just came to collect the bills, why would he smash it for no reason? If he was trying to make money, he would definitely not do it directly!"

Xiao Yang nodded.

That's what it means.

That is another picture.

But whatever the reason, he doesn't mind anymore.

Just know it's this group of people!

He took out his mobile phone and was about to provide some information to the police, but at this moment, the boss pressed his hand down.

"You want to report to the police station?"

"Yes!" Xiao Yang nodded.

"It's useless!" The boss shook his head and pointed to the ceiling.

Xiao Yang's expression suddenly became serious.

He doesn't have much social experience, but he doesn't understand everything.

Xiao Yang naturally understood the metaphor of the owner of the milk tea shop.

However, he still maintains an optimistic attitude towards this, but the attitude belongs to the attitude, Xiao Yang still decided to press this matter first, and see what result there will be.

After all these things were dealt with, Xiao Yang was already a little tired.

Back at the dormitory, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Taking out her mobile phone, Lin Qiyue sent a lot of messages, saying that the brown sugar **** tea is delicious, the carrot soup is very appetizing, and so on.

After replying a few words, Xiao Yang found the girl who asked to go to the hospital to take care of Lu Xing.

There is also news from over there that Lu Xing has some skin trauma. He will be hospitalized for a period of time and will be discharged after observation. As for the cost, it probably won't cost much.

fell asleep.

In the morning, Xiao Yang still woke up very early today.

Very early on, Xiao Yang had already left school, and asked the owner of a steamed stuffed bun shop to make brown sugar **** tea.

It was still sent to Lin Qiyue.

After class all morning, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Xiao Yang planned to go to the patrol room to check the news.

The police station in the university city is not far away, Xiao Yang just took a taxi and passed there.

After finding yesterday's patrol, Xiao Yang directly reported all the news he knew.

The patrolmen took notes and drew portraits, and asked Xiao Yang to go back and wait for news.

nothing.

Another two consecutive days passed, and Lin Qiyue's relatives also left.

At this moment, Xiao Yang was playing Wing Chun in a nearby park.

In the past few days, it has become Xiao Yang's morning exercise habit to practice Wing Chun every time he wakes up.

Dressed in casual clothes, his back was soaked with sweat.

The weather was cool, Xiao Yang put on his clothes and was about to go back to school and take a hot bath.

At this moment, Xiao Yang bumped into someone head-on.

"Jiang Shangxue!" Xiao Yang recognized it at a glance.

"Mr. Xiao!" Jiang Shangxue was wearing sportswear and seemed to be here for a run.

"Don't call me Mr. Xiao, the store won't even open!" Xiao Yang sighed, "Call me Xiao Yang!"

Jiang Shangxue nodded and asked, "How's the matter in the shop going, is there any news?"

Xiao Yang shook his head.

In fact, he was planning to go to the patrol house again to ask questions.

Logically speaking, the portraits have all been drawn, and this person is not an unknown person. Some shop owners in the university town know such a person, and it is impossible for the higher-ups to find out.

But it has been several days, but there is no news at all!

"Let's go over and ask in a while, after all, I was there at the time, maybe I can help." Jiang Shangxue suggested.

Xiao Yang nodded in agreement, and the two made an appointment, planning to go there together after lunch to ask.