"You...... What do you want? A man asked boldly.

"Damn, I beat someone up and lost money...... Losing money ......"

Jin Zeming was silent, and with a wave of his arm, the dagger flew out like a sharp arrow and pierced the tire of a motorcycle accurately.

The tires suddenly went flat, and the car shook and fell, making a heavy crashing sound.

"Ahh The girls standing next to the motorcycles screamed in fright.

Jin Zeming glanced at the crooked men under his feet, and opened the car door with a cold face.

A group of gangsters who don't know whether they are alive or dead, he really doesn't want to waste time with them anymore.

"I want to go, no way!"

At this moment, a thin man who did not know whether he was alive or dead drew a short knife from the motorcycle and rushed viciously.

Looking at the people rushing over, Jin Zeming squinted his eyes slightly and leaned lazily against the car door, casually took out a cigarette from his trouser bag, and held it at the corner of his mouth.

Just as the man rushed in front of Jin Zeming, a cold gun was pointed at his head.

His face turned pale and trembled. I was terrified to the extreme, but I didn't dare to move.

The man in front of him was like the Satan of hell, staring at his deep eyes as if they were infected by frost, so cold that he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Jin Zeming held a gun to his temple in his right hand, and lit a cigarette with a lighter in his left hand.

"Big brother...... No, uncle, uncle...... Grandpa, Ancestor...... Don't shoot...... Other...... I was wrong, wrong......" The man shivered, wetting his pants.

"Spare us, spare us......"

"Don't Shoot......"

Jin Zeming was still silent, holding a gun in his right hand and a cigarette in his left hand, smoking elegantly, looking at the men and women kneeling on the ground in front of him, frowning slightly.

In the dark night, there was another roar of cars and brakes.

Wei Ran hurried over with someone.

"Jin Shao," he looked at Jin Zeming respectfully, waiting for orders.

Jin Zeming's car has satellite positioning, and when Jin Zeming drives by himself and does not need them to follow, he will monitor the location of the car.

As soon as the car stays in the middle of nowhere, he will immediately lead someone to it.

So generally, even if he doesn't follow the car, the distance will not be very far.

"Let them remember tonight forever." Jin Zeming finished coldly, turned around and got into the car.

The car roared and swiftly out of their sight.

On the bank of the river, which had been quiet, there were suddenly painful wails one after another.

……

Returning to the famous city of Haidu, stepping out of the elevator, Jin Zeming stood silently outside the gate for a while.

He straightened the collar of his shirt, wiped the creases left by the fight on his clothes, and put his hand on the combination lock, but he didn't press it down.

He suddenly felt that what he wanted to say to Luo Xingchen after entering had become a problem that was more complicated than billions of investments.

After a while, he pressed the password and opened the door through fingerprint recognition.

"Jin Zeming, you're back!"

With a sweet and soft sound, his heart was warm, and a sweet voice came.

A familiar weight hung from his neck, and the long, straight and slender white legs were clamped around his waist.

He touched her arm and tried to rip her off, but he couldn't.

Worried that she would fall, he subconsciously lowered his arms and held her soft body steadily.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time......" Luo Xingchen looked at him with a smile.