Zhang Daxiang ignored Xiaohu's words and asked with a tigerish face: "Tell me how much you can compensate me for that surnamed Hong?"

Brother Hong took out a note similar to a price list and read out the amount on the list: "I've already had someone calculate it. All your losses together are about 1.2 million, excluding

I will compensate you another hundred thousand for the two hundred thousand as deposit..."

"Am I going to take advantage of your father? 1.2 million? I'll pay more than that for lost work time. Why are you just messing around with me when you have nothing to do?"

Brother Hong was roughly interrupted by Zhang Daxiang when he was halfway through his words. Zhang Daxiang took a step forward and poked Brother Hong in the face with his fingers.

"Da Xiang, just for this matter, you still have to make gestures for me?" Brother Hong was obviously not a player who chatted with society. He took half a step back and asked with a horrified expression.

Xiaohu, who originally came here to support Brother Hong, saw Zhang Daxiang's aggressive look and obviously lost his dignity.

"Zhang Daxiang, you've been around a long time and I called you Brother Xiang. Do you think you can't hear me when I talk to you properly?"

It was okay for Xiaohu not to speak, but as soon as Xiaohu finished speaking, the strong man named Zhang Daxiang became completely furious. He picked up a pair of bowls and chopsticks, pointed at Xiaohu and yelled: "Did I give you face? Grandpa?"

We are talking, why are you, a little bastard, shouting at the side again and again?"

"Zhang Daxiang, if you have the ability, you can smash it here, but you must kill me, otherwise you have to pay me back every penny of the six million today. If you lose a penny, you won't be able to get out of this house!" Xiaohu!

He pointed at his temple with a gloomy face and said.

"Bang!"

The sterilized dishes and chopsticks wrapped in plastic film flew straight from Zhang Daxiang's hand to Xiaohu's head.

Xiaohu, who was still uttering cruel words just now, didn't react at all. His head was hit and it swelled up, and he staggered back two steps.

"I'll fuck your bloody grandma!" Xiaohu covered his forehead and bowed, ready to pick up the imitation 64 placed in front of him.

"Peel him!"

Zhang Daxiang, who had seized the opportunity and was so likely to miss such a good opportunity, gave an order. In addition to the man with flowery arms, there was also a man wearing a large vest with muscles and bulging arms behind him, and they all rushed towards Xiaohu.

The corner of Zhang Daxiang's mouth also raised a slight arc, and he finally understood that this Xiaohu was the one that Brother Hong called to ask for the account to support the scene. He only needed one round to deal with Xiaohu, but with Brother Hong's cowardly temper, he probably wouldn't.

Dare to ask for a debt from yourself again.

The man with the flowery arm, who had been spared by Xiaohu once before, did not show any gratitude. On the contrary, he had already been ready to go. In the eyes of a low-level bastard like him, as long as he can't regain his face if he loses points, then it will be a big deal.

It's worse than killing him.

The moment Xiaohu's hand touched the imitation June 4th, the man with the flowery arms was already swinging towards Xiaohu with the solid wood dining chair.

In the panic, Xiaohu had no time to dodge, so he had to raise his left arm to take the blow forcefully.

"Boom!"

The solid wood dining chair knocked Xiaohu over without any accident, and even the imitation June 4th chair that Xiaohu had not grasped firmly fell to the side.

At that moment, Xiaohu didn't care about the pain. Even though his expression was twisted together in pain, he still rushed to grab the imitation June 4th knife.

"You're still making moves!" The man in the vest stepped forward quickly, bypassed the flower-armed guy, and kicked Xiaohu in the waist with a sweep of his leg.

The little tiger gritted his teeth and crawled forward. If this kick was successful, the little tiger would probably have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

At this critical moment, Brother Hong, who had always been timid and afraid of getting into trouble, stood up and pushed the man in the vest hard.

"Bang!"

The man in the vest was caught off guard and was pushed by Brother Hong in mid-air, flying towards the large round table in the middle of the room.

"Fuck you! I'll kill you too today!" The man in the vest held his waist and cursed as he climbed down from the round table.

"Who are you fucking? Stand at attention and kneel down for me!"

Taking advantage of Brother Hong's opportunity to push down the man in the vest, Xiaohu endured the severe pain and grabbed the imitation 64 back into his hand, opened the safety cover, pointed it at the man in the vest not far away, and shouted loudly.

"You're bragging!" The man in the vest cursed angrily and moved forward.

"Hang!"

A dull gunshot sounded, and the kneecap of the man in the vest's right leg was instantly shattered. He let out a cry, leaned forward, and hit his head heavily on the ground. A huge wave quickly spread on the ground.

A pool of blood.

If most of the people in the room were full of contempt and disdain when they first saw Xiaohu, and only regarded him as a helper to solve problems, then with Xiaohu's routine of doing whatever he said without saying hello,

When he came out, the panic on his face no longer seemed fake at all.

The most obvious one among them was the flower-armed man who responded to the big brother's call and knocked our little tiger brother down with a chair.

"Big...brother...if you have something to do, let's...discuss it easily!"

The flower-armed man originally wanted to run away before everyone came to their senses. But his body couldn't keep up with his brain's actions. His calves were trembling and he couldn't even move forward. He even begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

After all, the imitations of June 4th and other civil riots were put aside more than ten years ago. Maybe every big brother running on the road with a name would have a handful in his pocket. However, with the subsequent crackdown in the north of the city

It's very rare.

The temporary lifting of the "gun ban" in recent months has given some bastards who had no chance to come into contact with this thing another chance to get to know it, but it is definitely rare.

The more important point is that the deterrent significance of this type of guys has always been greater than the actual significance. The gangsters from all walks of life are usually similar to what Xiaohu did before, taking out their guns to scare people, if they really want them to go straight

If you don't fail to defeat anyone, the chance is not great.

Not everyone running on the road is a desperado who shoots at the first impulse. It can only be said that Zhang Daxiang is very unlucky. As soon as he meets Xiaohu, a master who dares to drink 20 ounces of wine and dare to live in the day.

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Xiaohu stepped forward and hit the man with the flower-armed man on the face with the handle of the gun. The hit made the man with the flower-armed man's face a bloody mess, and even the molars in his mouth seemed to be a little loose.

"I gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it. Now kneel down and kowtow to me immediately! Kowtow until I am satisfied!"

"Plop!"

The man with the flowery arms showed no sign of a mighty and unyielding hero. He bent his legs and knelt down faster than Xiaohu could finish his words.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chapter completed!