The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Looking at the chip box in Qin Fangzhou's hand, I hesitated for a moment, took it over and said, "In that case, I'd rather be respectful than obey... I'll be the host tonight, Brother Qin will give me a favor, and we brothers will have a nice drink." "

"no problem."

Ever since that night, Qin Fangzhou and I were a little nervous about eating.

Although I know that saliva does not transmit HIV, I feel a little worried every time I come into contact with him.

However, we are finally leaving Area C soon, and we won’t be able to make contact if we want to.

A week later, things in Area C were completely finished, and I went to Area D.

The Dog King is also more concerned about reform.

I guess Jia Wenmin talked to him a lot, so when I was still with Qin Fangzhou, he urged me several times.

So as soon as I came over, he directly vacated his office for me and asked me to start working immediately.

There are a lot of miscellaneous things in his office, including military spurs, sabers, and some diagrams of the human body.

Others didn't know it, so they thought he was doing anatomy in the office.

I made a little space where I could barely work.

It took me a whole morning to sort out the list of people in Area D.

In the afternoon, I originally wanted to find Lao Gou to find out about his several supervisors and the business they had done before.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find him, and no one answered his phone calls.

Later, one of his men told me that he was in a room in the backyard.

Go through the rows of dog cages and come to the door of the room.

Before I entered, I heard a "crackling" sound coming from inside.

I couldn't figure out what the old dog was doing. When I opened the door, I felt something fly past my face.

When I took a closer look, I found a delicate lancet on the door!

I didn't realize it. Was this the thing that flew towards me just now?

Looking back, I saw the old dog's body with his upper body naked, his hands clenched in fists, standing in front of the wooden stake.

His back and arms were covered with intricate knife and cigarette scars, like a totem carved by time and cruel life.

He was dripping with sweat and looked as if he was about to collapse from exhaustion, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared at the wooden stake in front of him.

Suddenly, he let out a deep roar and hit the wooden stake with both fists violently, making a dull "ta-ta-ta" sound.

Every blow seemed to contain a powerful force, making the wooden pile crackle!

After a moment, he stopped moving, his chest heaving violently, and for a moment, the whole room could only hear his heavy breathing.

He turned his head and glanced at me, and a chill passed through me.

"What's the problem?" he said with a chuckle.

"Brother Dog...what are you doing?" I asked with a smile.

The old dog picked up a towel and wiped his face, then walked up to me and took back his lancet.

The delicate lancet seemed to come alive in his hand. It spun a few times, then he threw it away and inserted it directly into a wooden stake not far away.

"What else can I do? Of course it's practicing martial arts." Old Gou said angrily.

The smell of sweat on his body hit my face, making me suffocate: "Practice?"

"Just tell me if you have anything to do!" He said impatiently.

I still didn't realize it. Is this guy practicing? Does he know martial arts?

"I want to know the specific situation of your supervisors so that I can continue to make plans." I said.

He pondered for a moment, wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, then took the coat hanging aside and put it on, motioning for me to go out and talk.

When he came to the next room, he picked up a teapot, pointed it at the spout and started drinking.

Water stains spread everywhere along the corners of his mouth, and he didn't give up until he almost drank a pot of water.

Sitting on the chair, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking slowly: "In the future, you can go directly to Liu Laoba for anything. He is basically in charge of my affairs."

"Liu Laoba?" I was a little confused.

"Well, he is my most trusted brother. He grew up naked with me."

"Normally, you don't care about the things in area D?" I asked.

"What's there to do? My paparazzi are enough to keep me busy. How can I be in the mood for anything else?"

I'm a little speechless. This guy is really more hands-off than Hu Laosan.

"Okay... I understand." I asked him for Liu Laoba's phone number, and left without staying any longer.

Half an hour later, Liu Laoba came to the office.

This man was in his forties, wearing an old gray suit, and his face was extremely thin, as if all the life's oil and water had been squeezed out by time.

His complexion was as dark as if it had been baked by the years, but such an unspectacular appearance made my eyes tighten involuntarily.

Although I haven't seen countless people, I have been in the park for so long, and my eye for observing people has been sharpened.

But this man made me feel an indescribable feeling.

His introverted temperament is like a sealed black box, suffocating and perfect, without a single flaw, as if it hides an unreachable abyss.

He stood like that, as still as water, but I felt that there was a silent danger hidden in those seemingly ordinary eyes.

"Myna, right?" I smiled and said hello first.

Liu Laoba showed a smile: "Brother Yang, Brother Gou has told me to let me work with you."

I made a "please" gesture, motioning for him to sit down, then took two bottles of mineral water from the side and handed one over.

When he reached out to get the water, I found that his hands were covered with calluses, especially on the joints on the back of his hands. The calluses were particularly obvious.

This suddenly made me think of the dog king who was practicing just now, and I suddenly blurted out: "Bago also practices boxing?"

Hearing this, he glanced at me in surprise: "Brother Yang is also a practicing master?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know anything..."

"Then how do you..."

"I see that myna's hands are covered with calluses. Apparently he has been boxing a lot."

Hearing this, he laughed: "I have been practicing since I was a child and have been practicing until now."

"Oh?" I was a little surprised, "What kind of boxing does Bage practice? Boxing? Or?"

"Earth Fist."

"What kind of punch is this?" I asked with some confusion.

He smiled and said: "This is a traditional boxing method in Fujian, commonly known as dog boxing among the people."

"Dog punch?"

To be honest, this name really surprised me.

But at the same time, I thought of something.

Is it possible that the dog king likes to keep dogs just because of this "dog punch"?