"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Three cuts, each one drawing blood!
Blood spurted out, splattering all over Zhang Duoshu's face, but he was completely unaware.
Zhang Cheng's lips twitched slightly; he really hadn't expected Zhang Duoshu to be hiding something like this.
Zhang Duoshu didn't imitate any of the flashy moves from the movies. He simply stared intently at the blood flowing down the blade with his bloodshot eyes, his gaze filled with an almost obsessive excitement.
He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, his movements clumsy yet revealing a fierce and ruthless energy.
Li Panfu chuckled, pushed through the crowd, and slammed open the car window.
He walked over to Zhang Jianhao, grabbed the middle-aged man's other arm, the two looked at each other, and exerted force at the same time.
Amidst the horrified, breathless gazes of everyone on the bus, they lifted the middle-aged man, who was still screaming in agony, high into the air.
Then, like throwing away trash, they threw him out of the window of the speeding bus!
Everyone was stunned.
Through the car window, they could clearly see the person rolling and bouncing on the asphalt road, eventually becoming a blurry black dot.
A bunch of...a bunch of lunatics!
Inside the carriage, there was a deathly silence.
All the passengers looked at Zhang Cheng and his companions as if they were monsters, instinctively shrinking back and desperately trying to create distance between them.
Zhang Cheng looked at Zhang Duoshu, who had put away his knife, and smiled.
"They've kept it well hidden."
Zhang Duoshu was a little embarrassed by the praise, chuckled, and hid the knife back in his shoe.
Zhang Cheng said no more, closed his eyes again, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
...
Jinzhong, Shanxi.
Dao Ge lay listlessly on the soft Simmons bed, wearing an expensive silk nightgown.
He felt like he was being hollowed out.
"Little Knife, time to eat!"
The door was pushed open, and a plump figure wearing a black lace nightgown walked in.
It's Sister Hong.
She was holding a tray in her hands.
Brother Dao only glanced at the soup bowl on the tray before his brows furrowed.
"Honghong, why is it this soup again? Do you really think I need tonics?"
As he spoke, he tried to do a cool carp roll to get up, to prove that he was still as virile as ever.
As a result, due to insufficient strength in his lower back, he rolled halfway over and fell heavily back onto the bed.
"Cough cough!"
Dao Ge blushed and forced an explanation: "The bed was too slippery, which affected my performance."
"Yes, yes, our little Daodao is the best."
Sister Hong sat down on the edge of the bed with a look of doting affection, picked up the soup bowl, and said softly, "Here, let me feed you."
Dao Ge's eyes darted around, he chuckled, and stretched out both hands to laboriously wrap his arms around Hong Jie's ample waist.
"Honghong, I want you to feed me with your little mouth."
"You rascal, you always have so many tricks up your sleeve!"
Sister Hong laughed and scolded, then scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it in her mouth, and slowly brought it closer.
for a long time.
Satisfied, Brother Dao lay back down, panting, and said, "Honghong, it's not good for me to just sit around doing nothing. Can you give me some work to do?"
"Aren't you busy enough dealing with me?"
Dao Ge's lips twitched; those were such lewd words.
Seeing Brother Dao's stern face, Sister Hong quickly leaned on him and said softly, "Alright, alright, whatever you say. From now on, Mine No. 6 will be yours to manage. Whatever you earn is your pocket money!"
"Thank you, Honghong! I knew you were the best to me!"
Dao Ge instantly recovered and, with a flip, pinned Hong Jie down.
...
Causeway Bay, Hong Kong Island.
Zhang Zhongming sat on a large solid wood chair, a cigar dangling from his lips.
Before him knelt a young man covered in wounds.
"I've said it countless times, no white flour allowed on my turf."
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
Why won't you listen?
"Brother Mingwang... spare me this time, I'll never dare to do it again!" the young man cried and begged for mercy.
"Smack!"
Ah Long, standing behind him, covered his mouth with a slap, a smile of excitement and cruelty on his face.
"Did Ming-ge let you speak? You have no manners!"
The next second.
"puff!"
Ah Long drew the dagger from his waist and precisely plunged it into the young man's Adam's apple, then twisted his wrist sharply.
Blood splattered onto Zhang Zhongming's trouser leg.
Zhang Zhongming didn't even lift his eyelids, but looked at A Long, his voice becoming even colder.
"From now on, anyone who dares to touch this thing in Causeway Bay doesn't need to bring it to see me."
"Just kill them."
"clear!"
Ah Long made a gesture, sheathed his dagger, and yelled at his stunned underlings, "What are you standing there for? Waiting for the feast to start? Drag him out!"
Several henchmen quickly stepped forward and dragged the body away.
"Zhongming, your methods are too ruthless."
Just then, a clear, cold female voice came from behind.
The door to the private room opened at some point, and a woman in a black, tight-fitting cheongsam slowly walked out, her narrow, beautiful eyes filled with a complex emotion.
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