In Tokyo's Mihua Town, Jiang Chengbei had just turned eighteen, and his strange parents immigrated in a hurry.
When he woke up, Jiang Chengbei looked at the poisonous snakes on the floor, the burned out TV, the leaky sockets, and the leaking ceiling with a non-chief smile.
There was nothing wrong with being an African chief. Jiang Chengbei carefully cleaned up the pointed items on his body, put on his ancestral bulletproof vest and carefully went out.
Not even the authentic monks and witches could save him from his bad luck, so Jiang Chengbei decided it was time to find Conan to kill the poison. Aunt laughs
Black killer organization? In the endless undercover assassination role-playing between the FBI's red and black parties, it was suddenly discovered that Jiang Chengbei, who could ignore disguises and rely on bad luck to see through everyone's true face, existed like a bug.
Italian killer group? Maple Leaf Gold Coins: Unlucky African Emirates Can't Keep It
How to break it?
Of course, spend it immediately! Spend money to buy properties, buy shares, support girl groups... How fast...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
