Broke Anyway, Who Cares About Credit Scores Now?

"Xiao Fan, sign this inheritance agreement, otherwise it will affect your credit score." Zhang Fan looked at the inheritance agreement before him. In his previous life, he signed this very ...

Chapter 181 Unlucky Angie

That Angie is such an idiot, he couldn't even notice something like that.

This money is too easy to make.

I spent 200,000 on a dog's head!

Angie had no idea that these thugs were actually lying to him.

Anji had just walked in when he felt something was off. He turned around and the shop door closed.

Then I saw Hu Dajun holding an iron rod.

Is there anyone still here?

When I turned around again, I was surprised to see Zhang Fan.

this?

Is it haunted?

Hu Dajun charged over with an iron rod and knocked down several of Anji's men.

Zhang Fan also found it strange that Anji looked at him as if he were a ghost.

Since we've come back again, we definitely have to do it. If the female ghost comes, then we'll do it ourselves.

These people are definitely spies.

Soon a police car pulled up, and two officers got out.

"Director Niu, I suspect these people are spies. Take them back and interrogate them thoroughly; they might be big fish."

Zhang Fan knew that Director Wu was going back, and then he would be facing the city police.

Therefore, it's still important to maintain good relationships with all parties involved.

Niu Suo is the head of the nearby police station.

Now that we're handing the person over to him, it's a way of giving him some credit.

Niu nodded. If it really was a spy, that would be a major discovery and a great achievement.

Soon, Anji was taken away by the cow, and whether he can get out this time depends on fate.

These people from the Cherry Blossom faction have become incredibly audacious.

"Boss, I'm heading back now. Call me if anything comes up."

Hu Dajun is in charge of a lot of things. Now a batch of jade is about to enter the country, and he needs to keep an eye on it.

Now all his brothers have something to do.

Zhang Fan nodded.

Soon, a minivan pulled up.

Hu Qian got out of the car, wearing frameless glasses and carrying a black bag.