Scarface automatically added the word "affection" before "brother." Did Scarface think he was afraid of a weak, pale-faced pretty boy? What a joke!
She took two steps closer to the man, looked him up and down, and suddenly threw a punch.
"Ah..." A scream rang out.
The timid one closed his eyes, thinking the man had been beaten black and blue by Scarface.
But it seems... how come... this voice... sounds like Scarface?
When he opened his eyes, Scarface was being twisted by the man into the shape of an airplane with half its wings drooping.
The underlings were utterly dumbfounded. Where was their mighty Scarface? Where had the invincible Scarface gone? How come he got his hand broken before even a single round was over?
The man kicked Scarface hard in the shinbone. With a crack, Scarface yelled and fell to the ground.
"Hehehehe..." The silvery laughter sounded like a death knell.
"Hey Scarface, was it lively today?"
Her beautiful voice, coupled with her murderous gaze, sent a chill down Scarface's spine.
"No, no, no, it's not hot... It's noisy." Scarface was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face.
The woman objected: "How can it not be lively? I'm looking forward to joining in the fun with everyone."
He turned to his group of underlings and said, "Who was it that wanted to cause some trouble just now?"
The henchmen pointed at one person, who turned pale with fright.
Scarface is the best fighter, even he's no match for any man, so he's even less capable.
“Miss… I was blind and didn’t recognize your greatness. You are so kind as to not hold a grudge against me.”
The woman scoffed, "I've heard that here, whoever has the biggest fist gets a house, is that true?"
The underlings looked at each other, unsure how to respond.
The woman grew impatient: "Is that right? Hurry up and say it, do you want to get beaten up?"
“Yes, yes, yes, the young lady is right.” The henchmen nodded hurriedly.
The woman pointed at Scarface: "Is he the best fighter around here?"
"Yes, yes, no, no, no, we're definitely not as good as that big brother." The underlings didn't know how to flatter him.
The woman looked at him with disdain. "Then take us to Scarface's house."
Scarface's leg was broken by the man's kick. He watched helplessly as his underlings, who had just been fawning over him, led the two men toward his floor.
He was so angry that he pounded the ground, blaming himself for being blind and messing with the wrong person. He was filled with remorse.
After they left, those who had been bullied by Scarface came after him, carrying shovels and wooden sticks.
A piercing scream, mixed with the sound of heavy objects hitting the body, and a few breaths later, a corpse with its eyes wide open in anger was left on the ground.
The woman frowned as she looked around the house, then asked her underlings, "Is this the best house?"
The underlings nodded and bowed:
"The Doomsday Fortress type houses are the best houses in Noah's Ark. The owners are hateful. When they left, they demolished everything that could be demolished. The current houses are the ones that were built later."
One person said, "There are plenty of better rooms in the South District. If the boss wants to stay in something better, she'll have to go to the South District."
He was a resettled disaster victim and hated Bai Hongwei for abandoning them. Seeing that the man was strong, he wanted to incite the two of them to cause trouble in the South District.
As she approached him, the woman smiled and said, "You're quite clever."
The man was bowing and about to say something polite.
The woman's expression changed, and she slapped him across the face: "You're too green to try and outsmart me. Get out of here!"
The man was stunned by the beating. He covered his face, didn't dare to say another word, and led his group away in a sorry state.
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