When Zhang Jian saw Zhang Fugui, whom he had never met before, he no longer felt any arrogance in his heart.

I just hope that one or two of those who have run away can have some conscience and run to send a message to their fathers.

Zhang Fugui squatted in front of Zhang Jian, regardless of whether he was really dizzy or fake, and said with a smile: "I heard that you are looking for me all over the city? What a coincidence, I am also looking for you all over the city."

After saying that, he held Zhang Jian's fingers and pulled them out with all his strength, but he still couldn't pull them open.

Zhang Jian closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, intending to hold on until he pretended to be faint.

Just now, Zhang Fugui pried off his fingers, which caused him great pain.

But I finally endured it.

Zhang Jian secretly praised himself in his heart, saying that if he couldn't bear the big sin, he couldn't stand the rich.

What is Gou Jian's humiliation of the crotch, what is Han Xin's humiliation of the crotch, today Zhang Jian, I... I wipe...

Zhang Jian shouted instantly and then stood up.

It turned out that after Zhang Fugui broke it off a few times, he realized that he was not strong enough, so he winked at the second master. The second master came up and twisted it with one hand, and heard a snapping sound.

Zhang Jian's two fingers were broken immediately.

It wasn't that Zhang Fugui was ruthless, but that Brother Ya and Huang Batian were beaten even worse by Zhang Jian.

He was lucky enough to escape Zhang Jian that night. If he hadn't escaped, would Zhang Jian have let him go?

In other words, if there were not people like Erye Lao Cao, would he have been dealt with long ago?

The more Zhang Fugui thought about it, the angrier he became. He asked Zhang Jian: "It's indecent to call someone back but not to return. I almost thought I was going to be molested by the person you were looking for last night. These two fingers of yours were given to our security team as compensation."

Vice-captain and Brother Ya, do you want to have a good chat next, or do you want to greet you and then have a good chat with you?"

The heartbreaking pain kept rushing from his fingers to Zhang Jian's mind. He gasped and looked at Zhang Fugui.

To be honest, he hates Zhang Fugui now, but he is still more afraid.

"If you don't say anything, don't say anything. Just think you want me to choose for you. Brother Ya, go and heat some hot water. Heat more." Zhang Fugui ordered to Brother Ya.

What he was thinking about was that his group had been working all night to rescue him, and now they had to interrogate Zhang Jian and his group.

So I asked Brother Ya to boil some water, make tea when it's time to make tea, and wash his face when it's time to wash his face, which can relieve his fatigue to some extent.

But when Zhang Jian heard these words and the context behind them, he didn't mean it that way.

Choose for me? Boil water? Do you want to boil more? Are you going to stew me?

In fact, not only Zhang Jian was afraid, but Cao Cao who was standing next to him misunderstood what Zhang Fugui meant and thought Zhang Fugui was planning to cook Zhang Jian.

After all, this kind of torture method was not uncommon during his lifetime.

So Cao Cao yelled at the side: "Choose a big pot, as big and big as you want, hehehehe... OK, wealth and honor, ten thousand have never been seen, and it has grown."

Zhang Fugui thought that his words brought out such a rhythm. He simply thought that Cao Cao was teasing him, so he smiled and replied: "Where, there is still room for improvement."

Zhang Jian was so frightened by the singing and harmonizing of these two people that he almost cried. What do you mean? The sun has been upgraded. Can a person be so upright?

"Don't, don't. If you have something to say, please say it. If you have something to say, please say it. How about I call my dad and ask him to redeem me? You give me a price." Zhang Jian endured the pain and said to Zhang Fugui, trying his best.

Put on a very talkative attitude.

Zhang Fugui was originally thinking about how to pry open Zhang Jian's mouth after washing his face, but he didn't expect Zhang Jianjin to take the initiative to speak.

"I don't need the money. I just have two things to ask you now. The first one is the origin of the man named Zhou who broke off Huang Batian's and his two fingers. The second one is that we met someone in the orphanage some time ago.

I was almost defrauded of more than two million yuan in fraud, how much do you know about this matter?" After Zhang Fugui finished speaking, he stared at Zhang Jian, waiting for his answer.

"This...this..." Zhang Jian stammered several times, but couldn't form a complete sentence.

Because he knew that neither of these two things could be mentioned, and the two things were inextricably linked. Even if one was mentioned, the other would be implicated.

If Mr. Zhao is finally pulled out, he might as well be cooked now.

Cao Cao saw the scruples in Zhang Jian's eyes, so he advised him: "If you tell the truth, our account will be wiped off. If you are afraid of any bad consequences, we will take care of it for you."

How could Zhang Jian listen to these words? He knew clearly in his heart that he had spent his entire life working as a dog for Mr. Zhao.

No matter how powerful Zhang Fugui and his gang are, they are only more powerful than this dog.

Is Mr. Zhao an ordinary person? He has always been a master since he was born.

Most people are born to suffer, but Mr. Zhao was born to enjoy happiness.

With a guy like himself, if Zhao Ziran wanted to, he could produce Li Jian and Wang Jian within half a month.

Now as long as he grits his teeth and holds on, even if his reputation is not good from now on, Mr. Zhao will still take care of him to some extent. Even if someone throws a little bit through his teeth, it will be enough for him to feed him for a lifetime.

But if I leaked something about Mr. Zhao, I might have to stand up and go out today, but I would have to lie down on the street the day after tomorrow.

What do people care about in this life? Isn’t it just money? Although Mr. Zhao’s surname is Zhao, every stroke he makes is covered with golden light. They are all money.

"Don't ask, I don't know anything. Either you beat me to death or let me go. I, Zhang Jian, have admitted defeat today." After Zhang Jian thought about this clearly, he was no longer confused and just said it to death.

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"Then you don't care about the Sunshine Group?" Zhang Jian suddenly remembered what Qian Zhenduo said to him when he said goodbye last night.

"How could it be my turn for Sunshine Group... How do you know about Sunshine Group?" Zhang Jian suddenly realized that he had let something slip, and quickly added: "I mean, how could Sunshine Group let me play a small role like this?"

When it comes to management, I don’t even know about Sunshine Group, but you actually know about it.”

Although Zhang Jian kept making excuses, he was already shocked in his heart.

How did Zhang Fugui know about Sunshine Group? Except for a few people, no one knew that Sunshine Group was involved in real estate development in this city.

Although he just made up for what he said, his panicked eyes could not escape Cao Cao's observation.
Chapter completed!