Feng Sanpao's heart skipped a beat.

It’s here, it’s finally here.

The thing I least wanted to happen still happened.

He felt a little regretful, suddenly.

Maybe, we shouldn't ask for compensation. Doesn't this remind the other party?

But now, there is no use regretting.

It just costs some money.

Although money is important, it is better to avoid disaster than to lose it. There is no other way now.

Money, of course, is not more important than life.

As the saying goes, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

He wants to keep his life and then slowly make money.

So, he made a decision in his heart.

Although I have decided to spend money to buy my life, it is hard to say how much.

There is no upper limit, but there seems to be a lower limit. Of course, the less the better.

So, Feng Sanpao cried pitifully: "Boss Tang, I really have no money. One million is what I saved with so many years of hard work. If I still have money, I am your son."

It’s hard to say about other aspects, but when it comes to blackmail, Tang Xiaobao is knowledgeable and experienced.

Although Feng Sanpao performed very well, especially his crying scenes, he didn't believe it at all.

"What? You're my son! Damn it! I'd be pissed to death if I had a son like you. Judging from your character, you can't be my son. I'm full of positive energy and a strong sense of justice, unlike you. You have no sense of justice at all. No, no, no, you're not my son."

Tang Xiaobao shook his head wildly, paused, and suddenly frowned: "Hey, that's not right, you are calling me old, I'm only in my early twenties, how can I have a son as old as you, do I look very old?"

Feng Sanpao cursed in his heart, but he quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, I was wrong, I didn't mean that, Boss Tang, I really didn't mean that, I just said I don't have any more money, really, you believe me."

"I believe you?" Tang Xiaobao curled his lips. "People say that they would rather believe in ghosts than believe what you, Feng Sanpao, say. How can I believe you? One million? I think this is an insult to you. It's too cheap. It's not cabbage, let alone buying chickens, ducks, or dogs. How can it be so cheap?"

"But I really have no money."

Feng Sanpao burst into tears.

Tang Xiaobao asked with a smile: "Is it really gone?"

"Really no more."

"Okay, Hu Lai, since you can't afford to buy his life, then kill him. Make it a little cruel, as a comfort to those brothers who died. Finally, cut up his body and throw it into the sea to feed the fish."

Tang Xiaobao said this seriously, but he was winking at Hu Lai.

Hu Lai was almost about to take action... If he hadn't witnessed Tang Xiaobao blackmailing Harada-kun...

In his heart, he began to mourn for Feng Sanpao.

Now that the boss has his eye on you, you're on your own.

The play must be well-acted.

Hu Lai agreed, took out his gun and was about to step forward.

Seeing this, Feng Sanpao quickly shouted, "Boss Tang, spare my life."

"I want to spare your life, but you have no money. You can't afford your life. You can't blame me for this. In short, we should be clean and straightforward when doing business. Look at how straightforward we were when we came to buy weapons. You asked for five million dollars, and we paid right away without hesitation. If you want to learn from us, you should be straightforward. It's not good for a grown man to procrastinate."

Tang Xiaobao said seriously.

Feng Sanpao was nervous.

There’s no other way, just pay more money.

How much should I add?

He began to feel conflicted and entangled.

"One million and a half, I took out all the money I had."

Feng Sanpao cried out in pain, and his tears started to flow again.

It was partly because of the physical pain, and partly because of the pain in his heart.

One million and a half million is naturally a drop in the bucket for Tang Xiaobao. It is not a lot for him, but he loves money too much. Asking for money is almost like asking for his life.

Fortunately, he knew that life was slightly more important than money, otherwise, he would probably not want to give up the money even if he was beaten to death.

"Kill, kill, kill. It's not satisfying at all." Tang Xiaobao waved his hands impatiently.

Hu Lai was a little embarrassed.

Should I kill or not?

"I'm really broke, Boss Tang, oh my god, even if you kill me, I can't come up with any more money."

Tang Xiaobao pretended not to hear and said to Hu Lai, "Don't let him die right away. Kill him slowly."

Hu Lai took a breath, put away his gun, took out a dagger from his body, and walked directly to Feng Sanpao.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"ah!"

Feng Sanpao screamed.

Hu Lai pulled out the dagger that was stuck in Feng Sanpao's leg.

Blood was gushing out.

Feng Sanpao was shaking on the ground in pain. Except for his injured leg, the rest of his body was twitching uncontrollably. It was so painful that he wanted to die.

"Kill me, kill me quickly, I really can't stand it anymore."

Feng Sanpao is about to lose his mind.

Tang Xiaobao threw a porcelain bottle to Hu Lai and said, "Apply some medicine to him."

A few minutes later, Feng Sanpao gradually regained consciousness.

The wound still hurt, but he could bear it.

Tang Xiaobao said, "Hu Lai, where's the other leg? We need to be symmetrical when doing things."

Wow, what the hell is this nonsense?

Feng Sanpao almost jumped up.

You fucking think you are doing design, creation, and symmetrical beauty. Even if you are creating, haven’t you heard that chaos is the most beautiful layout? Haven’t you heard of asymmetrical beauty?

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