"Go and bring people up." The young man turned around and said.

The young man walked towards the door and looked at the other person's back. Hu Zhongming showed a puzzled look and brought the person up? Who? The next moment, he suddenly remembered that the two little brothers sent out last night had not returned and had no phone number yet. Could it be...

The purpose of coming was not good! Hu Zhongming sneered. No one in Tianhai City dared to make trouble on his land. Even Hao Sihai wanted to give him some shame.

Not long after, the middle-aged man reappeared. He had a black tuck in his hand, and a woman was following him. The woman was blonde and blue-eyed, obviously not from Dongzhou, and had scars on her face and dried blood on her mouth. She seemed to have been beaten a lot a while ago.

"Boy, what I want is your sister, not this blonde girl." Hu Zhongming said coldly.

The young man ignored Hu Zhongming and walked slowly to the blonde woman with blue eyes. The woman seemed very scared and her body began to tremble. The closer the young man walked, the more she shook, and her eyes were filled with despair.

"Did you see him? His name is Hu Zhongming." The young man turned around and pointed at Hu Zhongming.

The blonde woman nodded anxiously.

"A month ago, you sold him 300 grams of K3 poison powder, understand?"

The blonde woman nodded again.

"Boy, what did you say?" Hu Zhongming was shocked and hurriedly stood up.

The young man shook his arm lightly, then raised his hand, and there was a silver pistol in his hand. A muffler was installed on the black muzzle. This thing was not something that could be installed in an instant. Obviously, the young man was ready.

Before Hu Zhongming could react, a tongue of fire spurted out from the muzzle. A blood hole suddenly appeared in Hu Zhongming's eyebrows, and then a blood mist splattered on the back of his head.

The young man was very fast, and it was obviously a pistol, but the sound of puff guns rang out in a series of sounds, sounding like a submachine gun being fired. From firing the first shot to emptying the magazine, it was no more than two seconds before and after. The other three men, including the girl watching the game, were all killed!

Hu Zhongming sat on the chair, staring at the ceiling with his lost eyes, a few seconds ago, he was still a big brother in Tianhai City, but now he has become a corpse.

The young man walked up, grabbed a man's hair, threw it on the ground, then turned around and said to the middle-aged man, "Start the record." His expression remained calm, as if he had just done something insignificant, but the blonde woman was frightened, and tears fell down the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

The middle-aged man sat on a chair, took out a stack of prepared paper, and quickly started writing.

The young man picked up his black pocket, took out a few white machetes from it, threw them on the ground casually, then took out a shotgun that was obviously made by folks. Then he walked to Hu Zhongming's body, placed the shotgun on the table in front of Hu Zhongming, and picked up Hu Zhongming's hand and pressed it at the trigger.

It took only seven or eight minutes before the middle-aged man had finished writing the transcript. It can be seen that he must have been a policeman before, often interrogated prisoners, and was very skilled in his business.

"Sign it." The young man said lightly.

The young man walked to the blonde woman, handed her the transcript, and handed her another pen. The woman finally moved and wrote her name crookedly on the transcript. The young man opened the ink box again and asked the woman to press the fingerprint on it.

At this time, the phone in the young man's pocket rang. He picked up the phone, listened to a few words, his face turned solemn, and his brows frowned.

The middle-aged man whispered: "Young Master, what happened?" Five years ago, he became the young man's bodyguard. In his impression, the young master rarely showed such a solemn look.

"The blue has moved to Tianhai City." The young man said slowly.

"What? Why did he come?" The middle-aged man was shocked.

The young man did not answer, but just gave a wink, signaling the middle-aged man to get out of the way, and then raised the shotgun on the table.

Bang... The deafening gunshot sounded, and the blonde woman, as if she was hit by a train, suddenly flew backwards and hit the wall heavily. Then she slid down against the wall little by little, and her chest became bloody and bloody.

"Young Master, this is..." The middle-aged man was surprised.

"Only if a dead person can keep the secret, I can't let her fall into Lan Dong's hands." The young man said lightly: "Anyway, Hu Zhongming killed people." After that, he put the gun on the table.

The deafening gunfire alarmed everyone in the chess and card club. At this time, seven or eight men with pistols rushed in from outside, looking at the black muzzles, the guests of the chess and card club, the service staff, and Hu Zhongming's brothers, did not dare to move rashly.

"Say hello to Zhang Jingfeng, ask him to bring a few armed police officers over and move the bodies away. The police station cannot take over. If there are really a few old criminal investigation officers, you will definitely find suspicious points." The young man glanced around and said, "When we clean up the place, even a god will have no choice."

"I understand, young master." The middle-aged man agreed, immediately took out his phone, dialed the number, whispered to the other side, and nodded to the young man: "Young master, Zhang Jingfeng said to bring people here immediately."

"Then we're all right, let's go." said the young man.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

"Go to find my sister." The young man smiled again: "I haven't seen her for a long time..."

The two of them walked towards the door of the private room one after another. As soon as they reached the door, the young man stopped and asked softly: "Give me the transcript."

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out the transcript.

The young man looked through page by page, kept seeing the last page, and then frowned: "When did this record take place?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused, so it was not written on it? But he still answered carefully: "No. 27."

“What day is today?”

“No. 31.”

"Since it's 31st, should I remove the ink on the woman's finger?" The young man said slowly: "If Lan Dong asked me why the witness was shot, or the bullet marks on the corpse were suspected, or if I might accidentally leave my fingerprints, I could give hundreds of reasonable explanations. However, if he asked me why the ink marks on the fingers remained fresh after four days, what should I answer?"

The young man had a cold sweat on his head, and he was stammering and did not dare to speak.

"I hope you can deal with this technical details in the future." The young man felt a little chilled in his tone: "I'm not your nanny."
Chapter completed!