The top floor of a fraud company.
A drone hovered overhead, and forty armed men knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, awaiting the upcoming trial.
With Brother Qi's escort, Zhou Bao led the ragtag army upstairs, tied up the captives and imprisoned them in a cage on the third floor.
Before being detained, they were only given a pair of shorts to wear.
Brother Qi said that they must also experience the feeling of feeding mosquitoes.
Back on the second floor, Zhou Bao threw ten machetes on the table.
He is about to start using his big moves!
The ultimate move is to play the lottery game.
"Everyone, I have to tell you some unfortunate news. Ten of you will die tonight." Zhou Bao said coldly.
This... Looking at the weekly report that suddenly turned bad, the fraudsters were at a loss, not knowing what they had done wrong.
"I have ten notes with the word 'death' written on them. I put them in a cardboard box. Whoever draws one will come out and die."
When the lottery box was placed on the table, Zhou Bao raised his gun to signal that the game could begin.
The Chinese people, who have lived in fear for a long time, dare not speak out and can only queue up.
"Huh!" The first person who grabbed the note breathed a sigh of relief. He drew a blank note.
After cleaning his ears, Zhou Bao signaled the people behind him to hurry up and stop dawdling, as it would be dawn soon.
"No, no, no, this isn't true. This isn't true."
As luck would have it, the second person drew the death note and his face turned green with fright.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, okay? I'm obedient and I'll do whatever you ask me to do."
He fell to his knees with a thud, throwing away all his dignity in order to survive.
Zhou Bao pointed his gun at him and asked in surprise, "Can you really do anything?"
"Really, I swear on my wife!" In order to survive, he began to prove himself desperately.
"Can you use this knife to kill a random prisoner on the third floor?"
“Yes, yes, yes…” He nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.
"Don't forget to bring your head back!"
After the weekly report was finished, the guy who picked up the knife swayed and became a little unsteady on his feet.
"You have ten minutes to do it. If you can't do it, you'll die!"
Thump thump thump... Hearing this, the guy holding the knife rushed to the third floor quickly.
Witnessing this scene, Zhou Bao thought to himself, I don’t believe I can’t awaken your bloodiness!
It turns out this is his ultimate move.
In order to gain a foothold here, he has to recruit some people as his subordinates. He has no choice but to play such a big game.
"Keep smoking, don't dawdle!"
With their pistols raised, the people drawing lots sped up their movements as soon as the weekly newspaper gave the order.
Those who didn’t win the lottery felt like they had survived a disaster.
The person who got the lucky number felt his knees weaken and was half frightened out of his wits.
Soon the ten knives on the table were divided up, and the person who drew the death must exchange his life for another.
Ten minutes passed quickly, and the first person who rushed to the third floor came back.
He was holding a head in his hand, and there was not a single clean spot on his body. His eyes were empty, and he looked like a walking corpse.
Glancing at the head in his hand, someone noticed that the person he had chopped off was the thug who had bullied him excessively in the past.
"Congratulations, you're alive. As a reward, you can go to the storage room and pick out a cell phone. Starting tomorrow, you can talk to your family anytime."
This... smelling the rich reward, the guy holding the head had an unreal illusion.
How did I realize that dying wasn't necessarily a bad thing? Then someone noticed something unusual.
While they were still rejoicing, the person who drew the death mark was more like a rebirth from Nirvana.
When the second, third, and fourth people received their prizes, those who didn't win all looked bitter, feeling like they had missed out on 100 million.
"The ten of you go downstairs and pick up a gun, then escort the prisoners to clean up the scene."
Sure enough, Zhou Bao's order this time was extremely effective. Several people accepted the order excitedly, feeling that the feeling of controlling the life and death of others was much better than being a loser.
“Who’s in charge of finances here?”
A weak little hand was raised. It was a female college student who had escaped the fate of selling her body because of her ugly appearance.
“How much money does the company have on its books?”
"More than 30 million yuan."
"Transfer all the funds in the company's account to my account." Zhou Bao knew that once he did this, it would be tantamount to declaring war.
The high-rise building he was in was home to an online fraud group under General Ni Lai.
This place is currently under the jurisdiction of Captain Qu.
If the money is not received by the specified date, General Ni Lai will definitely send Captain Qu's men to check.
Damn… General Ni Lai is nothing! Zhou Bao gritted his teeth and decided to take risks to win the battle.
"Starting tomorrow, online fraud will be abolished. Everyone, join me in scrambling for territory. We're going to start robbing each other of our own."
Brother Qi wanted him to become a local tyrant in the shortest time possible, and the best way was to confront all the tough guys head-on.
Before anyone could react, Zhou Bao asked, "Those who have used slingshots will stand to my right, and those who have flown drones will stand to my left. Both will stand by me."
Amid the clattering sounds, most of the people stood on the right side of the person playing with the slingshot.
Only six people had ever flown with a drone, and the female finance university student was among them.
There is no one who can do both. The weekly newspaper lamented: Talent is dwindling, talent is dwindling!
"What do you guys mean? You've never even played with a slingshot. Do you even have a childhood?"
Pointing at the dozen or so people standing still, Zhou Bao felt like vomiting blood.
“I can play games!”
“I can cook!”
"I'm good at telling jokes!"
…
"Stop talking!" Zhou Bao held his forehead and couldn't bear to listen anymore.
“I’m good at drinking!”
"I have an A1 license, I can drive a big car!"
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