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"Take it from the people and use it for the people. How much can you pay."

"I have paid the management fee, I will help you if you have something to do!"

He Qihuan smiled faintly, said calmly, and walked calmly...

Seeing such a strange gangster come to his store and swaying around, and think about what happened to Boss Mei in the fur shop, many shop owners are busy paying money - anyway, they always have to pay protection fees, and giving it to a smile is better than giving it to a fierce face! At least the bottles and jars inside and outside the store will not suffer.

And... and this smiling boy looks quite pleasing.

Of course, there are also those who really can't pay - everyone sees that He Qihuan, a gangster, did not smash other people's goods, kicked them in the door, and slapped them in the face, and even smiled, and then said slowly: "If you have time, you have to pay." Not only did he say that, but he also did what he could do.

On this day, on this street, He Qihuan built eight doors, laid eighteen stone slabs, swept five piles of garbage, and told three stories to a crying girl...

Is there such a gangster? Are there such a gangster?

On this day, too many eyeballs fell on this street...

Many years later, when He Qihuan became the boss of the Black Dao in one of his identities, the residents here would relish telling the story of that day to their children and the pilgrimage of the Black Dao gangsters.

"He was the first to come to our fur shop. He came to me and smiled. It was clear all the time..."

"At that time, I could tell at a glance that the boy was not an ordinary person...

Then, let’s talk about it later—

He Feng, who was following He Qihuan, finally woke up. It turned out that he was a joke, but when he saw He Qihuan really received money from one family, he was stunned again; when he saw He Qihuan receive the money, he actually worked as a repairman, a cleaner, a nanny, and... he was stunned - poor He Feng, his rude and simple mind was fooled by He Qihuan's language, expression, and movements, and he woke up and stunned. Finally, when He Qihuan came to him with a smile and told him that the task was completed and we went home, he really woke up, especially when he looked at the bag in He Qihuan's hand, the yellow and orange and heavy copper plates, he naturally woke up.

He snatched the bag from He Qihuan's hand (of course He Qihuan didn't snatch it from him, otherwise, it would be amazing to snatch things from the junior general He Qihuan). After weighing it, a hot light flashed in his eyes and said, "Boy, it's not bad. You can collect so much for the first time! I'll take it and give it to the boss!"

"And this!" He Qihuan took out a piece of paper, "This is the person who has paid it. You should make a clear account, at least you need a voucher."

He Feng reached out to take it, but He Qihuan took it back and said lightly: "You can hand over the money, I will hand it over to the boss."

"What? Don't believe me!" The black boy He Feng's eyes glared. He Qihuan's dream of finding something was discovered. He was very unhappy.

"It's not a question of whether you believe it or not. I think there should be a rule. Those who take the money and those who keep the bill should be separated." He Qihuan said lightly.

"What?!" The black boy He Feng jumped up, and a black hand still stretched out to He Qihuan, asking for the notes of the record.

He Qihuan didn't say anything, but just looked at He Feng's young but cunning face.

He Feng really wanted to punch him, but looking at He Qihuan's figure is taller than him, the most important thing is that He Qihuan has an inexplicable power that makes him dare not act rashly. He had to withdraw his hand, pause for a moment, and left with a bag, but thought to himself: I told the boss that I collected all the money. You are new, and you dare not know what you are looking good in the future...

"Brother He Feng," He Qihuan called, "I... I have something to do tomorrow, I won't come anymore. Please tell me about it to Brother Huangmao."

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It was getting late, and there were fewer people on the streets, and some shops had already started to close the partitions. When everyone saw He Qihuan walking by, some were embarrassed, some were afraid to look at him, and some were smiling at him kindly. The little girl he had held ran over and pulled the corner of his clothes and asked him if he would come tomorrow? She still wanted to hear the story... Of course, before He Qihuan could answer, the little girl had already been scared by her parents who had turned pale face and called back - letting the underworld members come to the house to tell stories. Isn't this attracting the wolf into the house?

He Qihuan also walked back. While walking, he habitually reflected on what he did today. He reflected on three sentences a day.

He still feels ashamed! His mouth sounds nice - taking it from the people and using it for the people, but can it really be done? He Qihuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. Therefore, he could only do his best to do something for the villagers, such as paving the road and cleaning...

When he arrived at the corner of the street, He Qihuan looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, he immediately put on his robe and tore off the fake scars that were stuck on his forehead. In this way, he transformed from a gang member to an ordinary scholar.

Crossing Jiangnan Road and coming to Binhai Road, He Qihuan entered the territory of the Osprey Gang. Not long after he walked, he heard a noise coming from the front-

"His grandma, I'm here for the third time, the money is not ready yet!" The fierce shout accompanied by something broken.

"Don't calm down, don't calm down! We have paid twice... There are already two hundred cents in total! It should be enough, it should be enough!"

"Enough? What about the interest? The first time I didn't pay it, don't you need interest?"

"Yes! I still owe me fifty cents! Is my skin itchy? I still want to bargain with me?"

Then there were crying, the banging sound of fists hitting **, and the crackling sound of items crackling...

When He Qihuan arrived happily, an old man was lying on the ground with blood on his face. A woman beside him knelt and cried, while three men in black in the distance left with laughter. While the three men were talking sideways, He Qihuan clearly saw an eagle embroidered on their black ink chests - a silver osprey. It was indeed a member of the Osprey Gang. One of them was carrying a heavy bag in his hand. Needless to say, this was the protection fee they collected. The two gangs still collected protection fees on the same day.

He Qihuan looked at the people who were sobbing on the ground, and looked at the arrogant and proud man who was gone, and a nameless fire suddenly burned. Today, he was forced to "become a gangster and all the unhappiness of the underworld broke out at this moment. A terrifying light flashed across his eyes. "I want to attack your arrogance. I want to rob the rich and help the poor, no, rob the black and help the poor!" He Qihuan thought hatefully.

He took a deep breath and looked around with caution. No one noticed him. There was a wooden stick on the side of the road. He Qihuan picked it up and quietly climbed up the roof to follow the three people. Because he was afraid that these guys would associate the robbery with the charges of the last family, He Qihuan decided to wait for these people to go away before starting.

The three men in black had no idea that there was a bad star following behind. They walked horizontally while laughing, where to eat and drink when they had money, and what to find Xiaotao to have fun... He Qihuan felt his anger rising the more he heard it. The money he had worked hard for others, you are shameless and robbed them of wine and wine. If I don’t rob you, who will you rob?

"Young Master Chai Stick is here!" He Qihuan shouted, flew down, and the stick in his hand was knocked down quickly - "Rain hits Banana - fall!"

"Ba, bha, bha—" He Qihuan's wrists trembled, the stick was like lightning, like a poisonous snake, and the stick had already hit the heads of the three big men like a drum.

Hearing the screams, the three big men looked up and didn't even see the figure clearly. They felt a "boom" sound in their heads, and their eyes turned black, and the person was already soft to the ground.

It is naturally no problem to deal with these gangsters with He Qihuan's current martial arts level. He Qihuan flew down, pulled the wallet in the hand of the man in the middle, jumped back into the room, and threw himself into the darkness.

This short battle was as fast as lightning, but no one noticed that in a few breaths, the three men fell down and were robbed.

He Qihuan carried the purse and walked around, and saw that no one was following him. He found a secluded place, jumped off the street, and quietly returned to the place where the beaten old man he had just seen. There was no one at the door, only a little blood on the ground. There was also a crying sound inside the closed door.

"The money robbed can be taken back, but can the damage I have suffered before can be healed?" He Qihuan sighed softly, took out the mask he had been wearing when practicing in the forest and carefully put it on, knocked on the door gently, stuffed the three hundred cents into the stunned woman's hand, saying that it was because she saw the injustice on the road and drew her sword to help, and advised her to take the old man to see a doctor as soon as possible.

He Qihuan carefully checked the copper coins in the bag, and there were still many more. His eyes turned and he had an idea. He took out the piece of paper in his arms that recorded the list of protection fees paid today, and then weighed the purse in his hand, showing a playful smile.

A stream of black smoke rushed into Jiangnan Road like a sharp sword, rushing in and out of the shops on the street... If this stream of black smoke was seen by someone with excellent martial arts, it could be recognized that this was a running figure.

The next day, people from various shops on Jiangnan Street got up and went out, but everyone looked wrong. They obviously didn’t sleep well all night. When neighbors met, they looked around first, and then the first thing they said was - Did you receive it last night?

Then people began to recall and remember—

The man seemed to say "take it from the people and use it for the people"...

The voice of that person, I... I seem to hear it a little familiar...

After a day of peeking, I was in a house in the city.

Shangguan Ren was so angry that he jumped: "Is there anyone who is a gangster like this? Is there anyone who is a gangster like this? No, I want..."

"No, no!" Wuchen stood up firmly, smiling so hard that his eyes were in a line, "We can say yes, no interfere with the child! You must keep your promise."

"But...but that kid doesn't look like a **, he is clearly a good guy in Bai Dao who has been involved in the **!"

"Hehe..." Wu Chen smiled, "The nature of a man is good. After a man, his nature is still good..." Wu Chen sang a calm tone, looking at Shangguan Ren who was anxious and wandering around, so proud-
Chapter completed!