Feral cat domestication manual

There is no gate in this community, there is only a rather non-existent guard standing in the middle, before Jing Cong passed the pavilion, he looked behind the flower bed in the distance, and when he turned his head, he saw Xiao Wu squatting on the side, with a guy in the car .

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it, only hanging it in his hand to light it.Walked over and flicked Xiao Wu's forehead, and said, "Drive the car over there, don't be eye-catching."

"Brother Cong, why did you come out of here?" Xiao Wu scratched his head and asked.

"Stay here." Jing Cong kicked the small tree branch beside the flower bed, and looked around with no expression.

The debtor was a businessman before, and he was tricked into sitting on the gambling table. The company suffered losses and owed hundreds of thousands of debts. But Jing Cong couldn't take care of it, he had to help the boss collect the bad debt.Although he is only in his early twenties, his height is 1.7 meters [-], just one centimeter short of the standard [-], and he is not a burly man, but fighting is not a problem, and no one can control him when he was in school.In the past two years, I have learned a lot of tricks to deal with debts. After all, the ruthless and oily old slicker owes money. As long as he is caught, he is not afraid that people will not be able to spit out the money.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening.

Jing Cong squinted his eyes, and he didn't make up for his sleep in just a few hours in the afternoon.

"Xiao Wu, over there, is that the person who wants to get in the car?" Jing Cong asked with a serious tone.

Xiao Wu looked up, "Brother Cong, right."

"Copy guys, take advantage of the lack of people now." Jing Cong quickly pulled the collar of his coat to his mouth, put on his hat, and walked forward with the hammer first.

Jing Cong hid the hammer behind his back, walked to the side of the car and pressed the door, and the middle-aged man who was about to step on the driver's seat turned his head.

He said coldly: "Boss Liu?"

Boss Liu replied suspiciously and vigilantly, "...you are?"

Xiao Wu had already followed, holding the spray paint in his left hand and spraying it on the car suddenly, Boss Liu's face was inevitably splashed a lot.Jing Cong followed up and punched Boss Liu's nose with his fist. He took an iron hammer and hammered hard on the car body without moving. He leaned over slightly and stared at the shivering man with narrow and sinister eyes. .

"I thought you were really cold-blooded and ruthless, and you just ran away. You are good at hiding. Then pay back the money while you have money. If you don't transfer the money tonight, wait for the family to die."

The tone was light and fluttering, making people tremble even more.The blood from Boss Liu's nose merged with the red spray paint, he was already blinded, he didn't speak for a while, he just nodded indiscriminately, he thought he would hit himself with the hammer just now.

The nightlife in the broken community is very rich at night. There are many night food stalls on the roadside, and the business is also very good.

There were more and more people, Jing Cong put down the hammer when he saw it was good, and only uttered a harsh word and then threatened a few times: "No. 40, Furong Street, Zhonglin Road, wife and children are not afraid of trouble, don't try to pay back if you don't want it. , don’t try to hide, I understand.”

Xiao Wu didn't speak the whole time, but stared fiercely at the debtor.

After finding the community where he took refuge, intimidating and threatening him, and then reporting the address where he settled his wife and children, anyone with eyesight will know what is going on.

Watching the debtor tremblingly close the car door, Jing Cong whispered to Xiao Wu beside him: "I should be able to pay it back tonight, you follow."

"Okay Brother Cong, don't worry." Xiao Wu took the hammer from Jing Cong's hand and got on the motorcycle.

"I'll go back to sleep first, and then I'll call. After finishing this job, rest for a few days, and you go to school too."

"Okay, got it, Brother Cong, I'm leaving." Xiao Wu started the gas pedal, and the sound of "rumbling" made Jing Cong feel for the third time today that he was here to remind him to die. He pressed his temple and waved his hand to Xiao Wu.

Seeing Xiao Wu walking further and further away with the two cars that were horribly sprayed with paint, Jing Cong turned around and planned to go back to sleep.

There was a barbecue stand in front of him, so he caught a bunch of eyes.

Looks like you've seen it all.

Jing Cong didn't intend to pay attention, just ignored the gaze, and walked past the stall without stopping.

"It's hard work for you to wear a coat on a hot day." Jiang Ci said jokingly, but his expression was not obvious.

"Those two strokes were quite powerful. I was lucky if you didn't silence me when I went up this afternoon?" He continued.

Jing Cong stopped to stare at Jiang Ci as he stuffed the meat skewers into his mouth. He looked like a handsome and well-dressed man, and then glanced at the man sitting next to him. He was rather burly and he was the agency manager who signed the contract that day.

He gave Jiang Ci a sharp look, and said coldly: "Then knocking on the door is indeed your fate."

Jiang Ci laughed, and when he was about to speak, he saw an aunt on the side of the road gesticulating with the security guard, "Yes, yes, someone beat someone here just now..."

Jing Cong also noticed this time, he just lifted his collar and was about to leave quickly, but the aunt brought two security guards and pointed at him, "That's him, one of the beating people is him, don't you know what they are doing?" Posture..."

Just when the two security guards were about to come up to hold Jing Cong's hand, Jiang Ci got up and took a step forward, greeted the two security guards cheerfully, and said familiarly to the tall middle-aged man with a dark complexion. : "Uncle, it's late at night, are you on patrol?"

Then he opened the cigarette case and handed someone a cigarette.

Heigao took the cigarette, "Jiangci, are you eating barbecue here? Yes, let's ask for a meal."

Jiang Ci lit the lighter again and passed the fire to the two security guards to light their cigarettes.

Jing Cong looked at Jiang Ci who was chatting with the security guard. The landlord was half a head taller than himself. A feeling that feels different.

According to the experience he read from others when he was asking for debts, Jiang Ci was the kind of person who was tactful and sophisticated, gentle and easy to get along with, but he couldn't see the end at a glance.

Another security guard next to him spoke indirectly, pointing at Jing Cong: "There was a fight just now? Did you participate?"

"It's him, I saw him beat someone with my own eyes." The enthusiastic aunt looked at the excitement, maybe she ate too much for dinner, so she didn't think it was a big deal.

Jing Cong looked up at the security guard and the aunt next to him who was wearing an old red gauze dress like a broken lantern, but kept his mouth shut.

Jiang Ci thought that this little prickly head really had a hard time opening his mouth and was very crazy, but he said: "What's the matter? The kids are playing house."

Hearing this, Jing Cong finally felt a little surprised, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci leaned over and said something to Heigao, Heigao smiled and patted Jiang Ci on the shoulder, beckoned and dealt with the aunt with his companions before leaving.

The aunt didn't see it as a good show, she walked towards the square to do a square dance, muttering and cursing.

Jiang Ci sat down again, picked up the skewers and continued eating.

Jing Cong pursed his lips, and finally said, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, half-baked neighborhood, the old security guard watched me grow up," Jiang Ci's mouth was a little greasy, but it didn't look greasy, which made him look casual and unrestrained, "It's not for anything else to help you, Just promise me not to let my toilet flood again. Is there a leak in the evening again?"

Jing Cong fixedly looked at Jiang Ci for two seconds, then left without replying.

Jiang Ci watched his slender and well-proportioned back go farther and farther, looked away, clinked glasses with He Guang with a beer in his hand, and took a sip.