Lu Weiguo is a standard timid businessman. He wants to make money, but he doesn't want to get into any major issues, so he sat in the rental house and kept persuading Xiaoze. However, the two of them talked for a long time but couldn't reach a consensus, because the latter insisted repeatedly and if they bought it, they had to use it.

After the dissuasion was fruitless, Lu Weiguo left the rental house, and always felt that Ozawa was too young and too impulsive to do things. He always talked about the theory of revenge and revenge in the world.

But in the next few months, Lu Weiguo fully understood that Chen Tianze had never had any impulse in Wang Yishan's affairs, but had a strong purpose! He might have avenged Xiaoji, but he was just a good idea, and what Xiaoze was really interested in was this huge profit-filled milk line!

It’s not that the gun cannot be sounded, but that it must be useful and valuable!

This is the "way to survive" that Jiuge teaches Ozawa!

...

A day later, at Chi F Aoya Ranch, more than a dozen small box trucks driven by a dairy factory in TongL, were ready to return to TongL after loading the bucket of fresh milk. However, the convoy had just driven less than twenty kilometers on the road, and a silver-gray van was blocking the roadside.

"Crash!"

The car door was pushed open, Cao Meng walked down with a cigarette in his mouth, waved his hand and signaled the leading vehicle to lower the window.

"Brother, what's going on? Why do you block the road with a car?" A young man leaned his head and shouted in the passenger seat in the leading car.

"Who do you give to pay for the milk line?" Cao Meng asked in a concise manner.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll ask, who do you pay for the milk line?" Cao Meng repeated again.

"Wang Yishan, Mr. Wang!" The young man who was escorting the car frowned and replied.

"You called the person who delivered the milk line and said that the car was robbed halfway. Someone asked for the cost of the milk line. You don't know how to solve it!" Cao Meng waved his hand and replied.

After hearing the sound, the young man who was escorted the car was stunned for a long time before he replied with a smile: "Brother, are you not making a fuss? Can you still have a hundred people in your van? What kind of formation is it? You have to collect money from the line?"

"tread!"

After saying that, Qiao Shuai took a handful of *, got out of the car, raised his eyebrows and cursed: "We're just two of them! Why, come down to talk?"

When the young man escorted the car saw the knife, he immediately did not dare to say anything.

"Come on, come down, I'll tell you how we charge!" Qiao Shuai acted as if he was about to pull open the car door and pull down the young man to escort the car.

"Bang!"

Cao Meng reached out and stopped him: "Don't show off, your brother Ze won't let you move and run away!"

"Call it quickly!" Qiao Shuai pointed at the young man who was escorting the car and shouted.

"Okay, I'll call!" The young man who was escorting the car didn't dare to say anything else, because he was responsible for delivering goods and could not afford to offend the people who were robbing the line, so he dialed a number with his work cell phone.

"Hello?"

"We are from TongLFuhe Dairy. Someone wants to collect milk lines on the way. What do you think?!" The young man who was escorted the car asked bluntly.

"Milk collection line money? Didn't you tell them that this is Wang Yishan's line?"

"I said it, it won't work!"

"...Oh, I'm fucking!" After cursing, the other party gritted his teeth and responded: "Don't move you all there, I'll go over immediately!"

"Okay!" After the young man escorted the car nodded, he hung up his phone and shouted at Cao Meng: "The call is over!"

Cao Meng gestured OK when he heard the sound, then took a step and got into the van. He didn't close the door, and just opened it to smoke.

On the dirt road, more than a dozen boxes of goods were parked in place, but the engine was not turned off. The driver and porters in the car did not dare to get off, so they sat in the driving building to watch the fun.

...

People who charge milk collection lines always stay near the ranch and don’t leave, because maybe a truck will come to pick up goods at any time, so people have to keep an eye on them. And bosses like Wang Yishan will not come to the ranch for almost three months and six months when they are fine. He only sends people to get a "profit" every few days. But he must hand over such money-related matters to a trustworthy buddy, so there are usually people who bring these guys who collect money.

About half an hour after the young man escorted the car, a jeep and a van arrived quickly. The team led by Wang Yishan's kid, and the others were all maids who collected money.

“Buzz!”

The two cars drove very fast, rolling up countless dust on the dirt road.

"brush!"

Cao Meng in the van looked back at not far away, then patted Erpang with his hand and said, "Don't send fucking text messages, the person is here!"

"Are you here?" Erpang asked in a daze, "How many cars?"

"Just two!"

"Damn it, Xinzi, drive over to the car!" Erpang took out a kitchen knife from his waist and shouted: "Brothers, if you want them to get out of the car, then we will be passive!"

"I understand!" Yang Xin nodded and quickly caught fire. He stepped on the accelerator and met the two cars. Cao Meng still didn't close the van door at this moment, and he just held it with his hands and did not run around back and forth.

"Crack, squeak!"

A few seconds later, two cars were parked on the side of the cargo fleet, and then a young man in the co-pilot shouted directly: "Damn it, come on, let me see who wants to grab the line!"

"Well!"

Just as Wang Yishan was speaking, Yang Xin drove a van and parked in front of their front. Then, before the kid could figure out what was going on, he saw four people jumping out of the silver van. Three were holding kitchen knives and one with machete in his hand. He surrounded his jeep with extremely fast speed and neat movements.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car quickly!" After Wang Yishan reacted, he immediately shouted into the car.

"Your mom is a B!" Erpang rushed to the next to the co-pilot and slashed with a kitchen knife.

"Crash!"

The jeep glass shattered instantly, and the car film stuck to a large piece of glass and directly hit Wang Yishan's little head.

"Puchi, puchi!"

Erpang didn't give Wang Yishan the chance to fight back with a knife. He just pressed against the car door, waved the short kitchen knife with his right hand, gritted his teeth and chopped his head hard!

Outside the other three doors of the Jeep, Cao Meng, Yang Xin, and Qiao Shuai, all of them pressed the door with their right knee against the opponent's door. Then they swung a knife in their hands and slashed into the car mindlessly!

In an instant, blood was soaring in the jeep that the whole car had no chance to take out the knife. They could only hold their heads in a hurry and bent, and were cut by four people outside and screamed!

"Crash!"

After less than ten seconds of continuous slashing, the van behind rushed down with a knife and a steel pipe.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!