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Artillery has lived for so many years, and he has never seriously thought about any problems, including when this kid was in school, he never had any interest in thinking in books, of course, if he had been interested in thinking at that time, he would not have embarked on the path of today's thugs.

To say that the artillery is a thug does not belittle him at all. Although this kid has always been known as the tyrant of West Street, in fact, he and his thirty-odd brothers are self-proclaimed, of course, and they are also indispensable for the praise of good deeds.

In fact, he is a little bastard in artillery, there are more than 30 brothers under his hands, which field has an accident, and he needs someone to help, call him over, give him some money, and then he will take his brothers to go to Pingshi with iron rods, and later, the more this kid plays, the more daring he becomes, and finally he began to take people everywhere to ask for debts.

In a place like West Street, there are many pubs, bars, and various entertainment venues, and if there is business, there must be someone who owes money on credit. There are those who gamble, and there are those who borrow usury, and there are those who borrow usury, and there must be those who cannot be repaid. If there is an opening, there will naturally be a loss, and if there is a loss, there will naturally be someone who has borrowed money, and if there is already borrowed money, there will naturally be something that cannot be repaid.

What to do if you can't pay back the money, or if you don't pay back the money, the owner wants the other party to pay back the money, but the other party doesn't pay it back, and you can't talk about it, at this time, you will ask the artillery to come forward. When the artillery comes out, it is mostly a violence, and the artillery is barefoot and not afraid of you wearing shoes, anyway, your store is placed here on West Street, if you don't let the artillery go along with it, he will bring people to your field every day, so that you can't do business, it's useless for you to call the police, you should still make trouble, the police can't control it, you yourself are troubled, and in the end, you can only pay back the money obediently.

After collecting the account, the artillery will inevitably take out some benefit fees, and it will not ask for much, only one-tenth. This dividend ratio is simply too small for people in this debt industry. Artillery doesn't care about money, what he cares about is the kind of respect that others have for him, in fact, the kind of worship that others have for him is fake, all pretended, but, artillery is complacent, believe it is true, in this era, it is all playing, if you take it seriously, then you will lose, once you take it seriously, you will become a dog used by others.

Coming and going, the artillery can make money by collecting debts, but the money is very small, and the brothers live a life of adding blood to the knife every day, but they are still not rich, and the clothes they wear are still tattered, but they don't care, as long as others call him Brother Cannon, the artillery will still be very excited, and he will still feel that he is the best person in the world.

In fact, artillery is happy, because he can't see the traps around him, he can't see the hypocrisy of the people around him, he takes this hypocrisy as reality, and regards those flashy scenes as the most gorgeous life.

And today, Ye Shaofeng's words woke him up with artillery, how long can he be mixed like this. He has been mixed for a long time, and there are fewer and fewer brothers around him, and the deviations are deviant, the dead are dead, the wounded, and the people who go to prison go to prison, and the people who used to mix with him have already become small bosses, and he is still the street gangster, he has witnessed the growth of many gangsters from childhood to adulthood, but he has never seen the ladder of his soaring......