After passing through the alley, you will come to another street. Compared with the main street here, this street is narrower and quieter. The night is also darker, and only a few stalls on the street have lights on.

The boss was dozing off behind the stove. When he heard footsteps, he stood up, rubbing his eyes.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked, looking at the four men who had already seated themselves at the table.

"Guozi, cut a plate of meat and bring a pot of wine." One of the men said loudly, stroking his thick beard.

The boss answered yes and went to work, taking the brined pork out of the pot and quickly cutting it up, then poured some wine and put a plate of fermented fruit in it and brought it over.

The bearded man who was ordering the food was sitting among them. He had a smile on his face and was rubbing his hands with a hint of impatience.

"I haven't tasted the wine from this shop for a long time." He said, and then smiled and held out his hand to the people at the table, "Come on, everyone, try it. Even though you are from Kyoto, I'm afraid you don't know that the wine from this shop is the best."

The boss was surprised and smiled happily when he heard this.

"You are so kind, sir," he said.

I wanted to say a few more words, but the other three people at the table looked a little impatient.

"Go away." One of them waved his hand and said.

The boss hurriedly stepped back.

The bearded man who praised the fruit for being delicious was different from the other three. He happily picked up his chopsticks and started eating it in big mouthfuls while pouring wine.

"Eat, eat, drink. Drink." He greeted enthusiastically, "I'll pay today."

He paid for it, which is a rare thing.

But the three people at the table did not feel very excited or happy. They all had frowns on their faces and looked a little depressed.

"I want to ask you, do you have any accurate information from your superiors?" a short and fat man in his forties whispered.

The bearded man who was chewing halved meat washed it down with a bowl of wine.

"You are being disrespectful," he said. "What kind of person is our leader? Once a word is spoken, it cannot be reversed. If he says today that he will chop 80 pieces of wood, he will not chop a single piece less tomorrow."

The boss squatting by the stove said in his heart, "Oh, so you're a woodcutter?"

But now cutting wood has also become a business that needs to be negotiated?

It was obviously a big business, at least for the three people sitting at the table, whose expressions were very solemn.

"We've already paid you. You better be more careful about the goods we want," said another man. "Don't delay too long."

"I said no." The bearded man said with a click of his tongue, "Who is our leader? How could he do such a dishonest thing?"

"Who exactly is your leader? Why do you admire him so much?" another man couldn't help but ask curiously.

The bearded man's face was full of admiration.

"He is the most powerful man in the world." He said solemnly.

"I don't care whether he is the best or the second best. As long as he gives me what I want on time." The short and fat man said with a sad face.

"Liu Si, look at your narrow mind and be more generous when doing business." The bearded man said, patting his shoulder with chopsticks in his hand.

The man who was called Liu Si had no time to say anything when he saw the hand on his shoulder suddenly raised in one direction.

The two chopsticks flew into the night like sharp arrows.

There were a few clatters, as if it had hit the wall on the street.

"Come out." said the bearded man, and turned around.

He didn't stand up, but just sat there with his legs spread wide, looking in one direction.

"It's not a good look to be sneaky, and it's not like you're very good at hiding," he went on.

The other three men sitting at the table stood up nervously.

who?

Miss Jun, who was standing behind a door, also tensed up and looked through the dim night at the two chopsticks that fell not far away.

The chopsticks have broken and scattered.

It can be seen how powerful the throwing force was. If it were a human, it would have probably penetrated the flesh.

She held her breath and did not move. Just when she was about to feel suffocated, she finally heard a tiny sound in her ears, and five or six people suddenly appeared in the night street.

Miss Jun let out a sigh of relief, but still held her breath and remained motionless.

"Who?"

Seeing these people coming over, the three men standing behind the bearded man asked in shock.

"Who else can he be? He draws his weapon as soon as we meet. It's obvious that he is not a good person." said the bearded man.

The clapping sound over there turned out to be the stall owner running away.

At the same time, the other two stalls on the street turned off their lights, and suddenly the two of them were the only ones left on the street.

"See? This is the quality of people in Beijing." The bearded man said with a hint of admiration, "People in the underworld should handle their affairs in the underworld. They won't scream and shout when they encounter something. After all, they are used to big scenes in big cities."

At this moment, are you still in the mood to criticize others?

The three men standing behind him had complicated expressions and seemed to not know how to respond.

"What do you want to do, my friends?" the short fat man shouted tremblingly, "What misunderstanding?"

Before the other side answered, the bearded man clicked his tongue again.

"Are you blind? What can you do? Do you think I can cut meat for you and serve you wine?" He said, staring at the three men, "I'm telling you to be careful. Were you discovered when you entered the city? Did your enemies follow you?"

Yes, is it?

"This kind of business is shameful, but also tempting. I told you a long time ago that many companies are vying to do it. Who in your business is not a ruthless character? They all solve problems simply and roughly. If we get rid of you, the business will belong to them." said the bearded man.

Yes, yeah.

The three of them looked uneasy and even more frightened.

"Well, what should we do?" one asked.

"Fortunately, I am a man of rules and loyalty," the bearded man said. "Since we are already doing business, we are naturally a team."

As he spoke, he lifted his shirt, pulled out a knife from behind, and stood up.

"I'm here to chop them up."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could say anything, the bearded man turned around again.

"But you'll have to pay for it," he said.

Miss Jun, who was standing in the corner, rolled her eyes in the night.

hehe.

She said in her heart.

Just know.

She knew it but the three of them were still a little unresponsive.

"Why?" the short and fat man blurts out.

Isn’t it about rules and loyalty? Do rules and loyalty cost money?

"You guys also know our rules." The bearded man said solemnly, "We charge for anything else except cutting wood. I have to live up to my knife and the rules of our leader."

So that's it.

"You can think about it again..." said the bearded man, putting away the knife and looking like he was going to put it back.

Even if they shouted loudly and attracted the city patrol, there was no guarantee that the patrol would be able to rescue them from the sword in time.

Even if you run, you can't outrun them.

The three men felt their scalps tingling as they watched the silent and ghostly intruders approaching in the night, especially the shining weapons in their hands.

This is not the time to think or consider.

"Okay, okay, give me the money," they said hurriedly.

"Then according to the rules, and these people..." the bearded man said, sizing up the approaching men as if they were a piece of merchandise, "Your skills are not bad, and your weapons are not bad either. Although they are not top-quality, they are about average. Then I'll charge you 500 taels each."

He said and turned to look at the three men.

"Pay now or in writing?"

Big brother!

Please!

"Pay now!" the three men, almost crying, said in unison, trembling as they pulled the banknotes out of their sleeves. "Pay now."

The bearded man took the banknote, squeezed it, and seemed to look at it against the light.

"Brother!" the three men shouted in unison and hid backwards.

The five or six men were already approaching, slashing at them with their weapons in hand.

The bearded man did not duck to avoid the attack. Instead, he stuffed the banknotes into his arms, took a step forward, and chopped straight forward with the knife in his hand.

There was a clanging sound, and weapons collided with each other, creating a flash of fire.