There is no grace in a person who is dizzy. If you add a basin of cold water, your hair is stuck to your face, your clothes are wet, and you look like a mentally disturbed beggar, it will be even more embarrassing.
The gangster leaders helped each other to get up, and looked at each other as if they were separated from the world. The fear in their hearts could not be increased. No one knew what happened, and no one knew who they were facing. They only knew that they were completely defeated.
"I have long said that you are just a group of social scum. You bully the market, act lawlessly, and are arrogant and unruly. You just missed the iron plate. I am sorry to remind you that I am the iron plate you have to face."
Zhou Qingfeng sat in front of the long table, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table. Irene stood behind him with a smile, staring at the various gangsters who got up with a rather teasing and playful look.
On weekdays, these scum call each other brothers and flatter each other. What's called 'gang', what's 'rules', what's 'loyalty', they're just remnants of feudal guilds from the old era. After being hit hard, they all turned into laughingstocks worth mentioning.
"They are all like snakes and rats. I need you, so I came to you. I want to ask now, can you be of use to me?" Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands, as if giving the choice to everyone in the private room.
Chance.
The seven or eight gangsters and gangsters still had headaches and were not thinking clearly. It was difficult for them to make normal judgments. Many people touched their mouths and noses and could still see blood on their hands.
After not hearing any answer for half a minute, Zhou Qingfeng turned to look at the teahouse owner standing next to the private room, "What do you call this old man?"
There were many people standing inside and outside the private room, looking around. They only knew that the atmosphere was wrong, but they didn't know why. The person standing in the private room was the boss in his fifties, and he should be considered a member of the City Fox Club Rat.
Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's greeting, the boss straightened his back and replied nervously: "My friends all call me 'Azu'."
"Uncle Zu, who is the most famous among these people?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
The boss was stunned for a while, then said awkwardly: "There are many leading figures in many societies here, and they are all very famous."
"I think the most famous one shouldn't be here, but the most ruthless one should be here." Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask: "Point to me the three most powerful ruthless characters."
The gangster leader hadn't fully recovered yet, so he could only stand in a row stupidly. The teahouse owner was embarrassed for a while, and casually pointed at a person who usually had the most vicious reputation.
The gangster leader who was pointed out was neither the strongest nor the most scary in appearance. This man was in his forties. After being pointed out by the boss, he immediately glared coldly, turned to Zhou Qingfeng and shouted: "Baby, what the hell are you doing?"
what the hell?"
As soon as he spoke, Zhou Qingfeng waved his hands as if to shoo away flies, and the slap passed by lightly. The staring gangster fell down as if his bones had been extracted, his head plopped on the carpet of the private room, and his breathing stopped.
Someone died suddenly, and finally a group of scum of society felt a real threat. This was not like a collective fainting just now, but a real death.
The teahouse owner was so frightened that he shrank his hands and jumped up in shock. At today's party, he also heard some news that he was going to deal with a powerful character. But he didn't expect that this powerful character was a young man, and he only brought a beautiful
The ghost girl is coming.
I originally thought it was one-sided, but it turned out that it was really one-sided.
What is the skill of killing someone invisible?
Before the boss could figure it out, Zhou Qingfeng continued to shout: "Choose two more?"
This sentence is more terrifying than a sudden death. The so-called ruthless characters in the private room were whipped a few times, and they were all panicked. They met today, but they did not expect that their lives would be controlled by a teahouse owner.
hand.
When he heard that two more people were being pointed at, the boss's face wrinkled up like a bitter gourd. But when Zhou Qingfeng's cold eyes stared at him, he could only point to the most high-profile leader in fear.
The person being pointed was about to curse loudly. But as soon as his momentum increased, he quickly fell down, similar to his previous dead companion. Zhou Qingfeng only waved his hand slightly, and he fell down with a plop.
It was so weird to die.
Terrified.
Many people outside the private room were so frightened that they turned around and ran away, and even rolled down the stairs.
Zhou Qingfeng said again, "The last one."
Still want to point?
The leader of the gangsters at today's party immediately cried for his father and mother, and urinated all over the place. Such things as fierce fighting for one's life, fearlessness of cruelty, and loyalty and courage are no match for a casual word.
Almost all the remaining people knelt down and kept shouting "big brother". Some of them were more clever and turned to the teahouse owner to make friends, and they made connections through various tricks.
The teahouse owner was about to pee himself, feeling that his bladder was bloated and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He never thought that his finger could determine life and death, let alone meet a person who "talks about the constitution of heaven and follows the law"
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"Hurry up, either you die, or another one of these scum dies." Zhou Qingfeng said coldly.
The teahouse owner's heartbeat exceeds 180. It is impossible for him to choose his own death, he can only choose someone he hates the most.
The moment this man was hit, he felt desperate. His face twisted and turned into a ghost. He howled and threw his hands into claws at the teahouse owner. But the moment he jumped up, all the strength in his body disappeared, and he fell down and hit the carpet.
Up, no breath.
Now three people were dead, and those who were still alive breathed a sigh of relief. They all kowtowed and begged for mercy. The teahouse owner himself also seemed to have lost strength, and fell down softly, gasping for air.
Zhou Qingfeng flicked his fingers and said seriously: "Let me say it again, you are just the scum of society, like ants. No matter how many times you worship Guan Gong, no matter how many incense candles you burn, no one will bless you.
Next time you want to play tricks on me, please don't engage in these mysterious things. It would be more effective to send a gunman in an honest and upright manner. You can't beat me if you play small tricks.
I cherish my reputation and am willing to do business with you. It is your blessing. Otherwise, it would be easier for me to just kill people and seize wealth. Let’s get down to business. I brought 20,000 volumes this time, one hundred yuan a book. Don’t complain about the price.
, give me money.”
The living gangster leader cried like a filial son and grandson, who had truly escaped from the gate of hell. After this experience, they were really scared. If anyone dares to bring up any temptation and confrontation in the future, they can kill this gang first.
Kind of idiot.
Zhou Qingfeng sat still, and two million Hong Kong dollars in cash was quickly withdrawn. This amount of money was nothing at all, it was just four big boxes.
After taking the money, Erin drove around a few times. Four hundred boxes of goods were in the truck, and the gangsters picked them up. There were fifty copies in each box, all of which were beautifully printed Super Kill comics.
When a so-called gang talker saw the cartoon, he burst into tears and threw himself on the packaging box, crying loudly: "We are evildoers, we are really evildoers. We can't make easy money on the street, why do we do this?"
Chapter completed!