No. 1927

Smith was still struggling. Who was so brazen as to dare to touch him?

"Do you know who I am? How dare you say such a cruel thing!"

Bo Jiu smiled when he heard this: "Smith, started his business with oil. Now the company is running well, but he is a little dirty. For example, when he was dealing with oil, he also did some other business."

When Smith heard the latter sentence, his face suddenly turned pale and his eyes narrowed.

"Just now you asked me if I knew who you were." Bo Jiu tilted his head: "Now it's my turn to ask you if you know who I am?"

Smith was not sure of the other party's identity, so he didn't understand where the boy knew about him!

"Remember this name." Bo Jiu raised his hand and sprayed a letter on his chest with spray paint, and said slowly: "Z."

Smith's eyes widened when he saw the letter taking shape, and now they trembled even more.

On the entire Fifth Avenue, no one doesn't know Z. Those who are targeted by him will not escape, and all will be sent to prison.

But Smith never thought that Z would be such a young boy!

At this moment he was really scared.

After all, if it was Z who did it, he would not have the chance to hire a lawyer.

Because every time he found evidence of a crime, it was the most fatal, enough to send some people to jail for life. No matter how sharp the lawyer was, it would be difficult for him to speak again when faced with that evidence.

"Z, please, where did I offend you? Just tell me and we can talk." Smith begged in a low voice, with a thin layer of sweat on his face: "Look, look me, those goods are right, I can give them to you, we can split them equally, I can get them for you now!"

Bo Jiu smiled gently: "Smith, you don't seem to know my style of doing things. I will take over your goods, but you still have to go in."

Smith heard this, and his eyes suddenly showed violence: "Why do you have to kill them all! Z, we are all in the underworld, aren't you afraid that you will be in danger if you do things too harshly?"

"That's my business, as for why I treat you like this." Bo Jiu's eyes showed cold light: "The girls you bullied, no matter what nationality they are, you sleep with them if you want to,

sell them if you don't want to, and even force others to death. After going in, you haven't learned your lesson. The words you said when you came out are enough for me to kill you all."

Smith never thought it was because of this.

After all, Z is also a criminal, isn't he?

Why.

He wants to stand up for those people...

"Oh, irony, it's really irony." Smith sneered, trying to buy himself a chance to distract the other party: "Z, don't you think you are hypocritical? You are obviously doing bad things, and your money is not necessarily clean, but you still stand up for others. What? Do you really think that those people will regard you as a hero? If that is really the case, there will not be many people who want to catch you in the citizen survey. Your existence makes them feel terrified. No matter what, you are black. You can't understand this truth?"

At this time, Bo Jiu has stood up.

There is a street lamp on her left hand side. Under the backlight, she looks more like a mysterious vampire aristocrat, handsome and stunning: "Who told you that I am white?"