"Li San?" Jin Yuan seemed to be trying hard to search for the faces saved in his memory. Soon, he combined a somewhat unfamiliar face with the name and said coldly, "You want to quit too? Do you want to start your own business?"
"No way?" Lin Ze asked teasingly.
"Can you make the decision for Li San?" Jin Yuan's words contained a strong chill. But for Lin Ze, there was no pressure at all.
"Yes." Lin Ze nodded.
"Then -" Jin Yuan narrowed his eyes and said in a sinister manner. "If you want to keep your place, each of you can bring over 10 million. Then you can start your own business!"
"Ten million?" Dali was furious. "You just took away half of the year's sales. Why don't you grab it?"
"It's okay if you don't take it. Leave the place behind, pack up and get out!" Jin Yuan shouted coldly.
"Why?" Dali cursed angrily.
"I am Jin Yuan!" Jin Yuan stood up suddenly, with a sinister aura, looking directly at Dali, and said viciously. "Do you have any opinions?"
Dali was shocked by Jin Yuan's domineering aura. He pursed his lips a few times and didn't know how to answer for a moment. However, his eyes secretly glanced at Lin Ze and saw that his expression was as usual, not affected by Jin Yuan at all. He couldn't help but feel more.
A little bit of confidence. He dared to yell at Jin Yuan because he got some extremely valuable secret information. Otherwise, with more than a hundred punks at his disposal, how could he have such courage?
So, Lin Ze probably has enough confidence to call him Ban Jinyuan, right?
"I won't give you money." Lin Ze said every word. "I won't give you a place. What are you going to do?"
This sentence not only stunned Jin Yuan, but even Dali next to him felt a bit bitter in his mouth. Although he was arrogant, he also planned to pay a sum of money to Jin Yuan. After all, he took this place from Jin Yuan in the first place.
He won it. He was dissatisfied because he wanted too much gold and yuan. But he didn't give any points and just wanted to occupy the place. This kind of outrageous trick was something Dali had never thought of.
But this guy who suddenly appeared said it bluntly.
Jin Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like a knife shot at Lin Ze, he clenched his teeth and almost said a sentence from between his teeth: "Repeat what you just said!"
"There's no money, and no space, what do you want to do?" Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a calm and natural tone.
"Get him!"
Jin Yuan roared violently, and two men with livid faces appeared from behind him and rushed towards Lin Ze at extremely fast speeds.
Lin Ze, however, took the time to puff out a puff of thick smoke. When the two men rushed towards him, the cigarette butt popped out from his fingers, burning one person's eyes. He also jumped forward and pressed his knee against the other person's abdomen.
Bang!
The man who covered his eyes was kicked again. The two of them rushed forward and fell back at the same time almost at the same time.
thump.
Both of them fell to the ground, lying on the ground screaming and moaning, looking extremely miserable.
Lin Zefu's spicy and vicious methods shocked the gangsters present. Everyone knew that few gangsters on the road could have such a level of force. Even the gangsters who relied on ruthlessness to rise to the top were determined not to follow him.
Lin Ze fought alone.
Of course, even if they were asked to sit shoulder to shoulder, no one would be willing.
They didn't make things difficult for us, so why did they fight? On the contrary, they hoped that Lin Ze could give Jin Yuan a hard slap in the face to extinguish his arrogance.
Therefore, when Lin Ze beat down Jin Yuan's two personal thugs, they sat on their chairs as calm as Mount Taishan, motionless——
Jin Yuan frowned deeply, looked at Lin Ze carefully, and said firmly: "Are you determined to go against me?"
"It's so pointless to do something wrong. I have only one purpose for coming here." Lin Ze lit a new cigarette, looked at Jin Yuan with a smile, and said slowly, "Jin Yuan, are you here?
Has this chair been sitting on this chair for many years? It’s time to replace it.”
"——"
The gangsters who were sitting upright on the chairs were shocked. Replacement?
They never expected that the situation would develop to this point. Everyone expected that Lin Ze and Dali would fall out with Jin Yuan, and they would definitely attack and retaliate against each other in the future. But - they never expected that Lin Ze would say this.
In other words, what does this mean? It means forcing the palace! It means usurping the throne!
Not to mention that these gangsters were stunned and undecided. Jin Yuan was furious. Even though he resisted Jin Yuan's strength with him, he couldn't help but take a step back and keep a certain distance from him.
Damn it. I just want to make more money and eat more meat, but I don’t want to drive Jin Yuan off the throne. You dare, but I don’t dare——
Lin Ze, on the other hand, stood proudly in the center of the reception room like a lone hero, letting the smoke fill the surroundings and creating chaos. He just stared at Jin Yuan with a half-smile, as if waiting for his response.
"you--"
Jin Yuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The main purpose of this meeting was to collect money, and secondly to re-divide the place. But he never expected that Lin Ze would come out of Cheng Yaojin halfway and mess up the whole situation.
It also became uncontrollable.
Jin Yuan laughed angrily and pointed at Lin Ze with a trembling arm: "Do you really want to drive me off this chair?"
"Don't say good things twice." Lin Ze said calmly.
"Okay! Very good!" Jin Yuan slammed the table and said angrily. "I want to see if you really have this ability!"
After that, he clapped his hands, and a dozen swordsmen immediately rushed out of the side hall of the reception room, each holding a shining blade. As soon as Jin Yuan gave the order, he rushed forward and chopped Lin Ze into pieces.
Sauce.
Seeing the swordsman emerging from the side hall, the gangsters' hearts trembled slightly. Unexpectedly - Jin Yuan was always on guard against trouble when paying money, and had already arranged the swordsman. If these gangsters had different intentions,
, he chopped them all. While feeling chilled, he also became worried about Lin Ze.
This kid seems to have good skills, but is he really capable of knocking down all these dozen swordsmen?
Lin Ze looked at the dozen or so swordsmen sharpening their knives without saying a word. He just smoked the remaining half of the cigarette in one breath and said casually: "I have heard that the gold dollar is thick on the outside and fine on the inside. The rumors are indeed true. These ten
I'm afraid these swordsmen are the ace thugs you trained, right?"
"So what?" Jin Yuan mocked coldly and arrogantly. "No one who goes against me, Jin Yuan, ever ends well."
"Maybe I can create a miracle." Lin Ze threw away the cigarette butt and took out a shiny knife from his waist. This knife was from No. 108, Building 187, Quanhu Road, Xinhua Street at seven o'clock in the evening.
Taken out of the safe, the knife that Lin Ze used during the Knife Club has been sealed for three years.
The knife broken by the vampire was just a finely crafted sharp weapon.
In comparison, the knife held in Lin Ze's hand was more murderous and had a greater background.
As soon as the knife appeared, the middle-aged man with glasses standing behind Jin Yuan became even more excited. He recognized the knife! How could this knife be accessible to ordinary people?
It was clearly the royal sword of the small sword guild that dominated the area back then!
And looking at the lines and patterns on this knife, it can only be held by a small knife that knows how to hold a dragon. Could it be that the young man in front of me is really——
In fact, when the middle-aged man stood up in Lin Ze, he felt strange. He seemed to have seen this young man before, but for a while he couldn't think of where he had seen him before, and he couldn't remember who he was.
Until this moment, as soon as Lin Zefu took out the knife, his heart was shocked, thinking of the Little Knife Club that dominated the past. Even the Little Knife Club hidden behind the back was the real leader!
It's him!
The middle-aged man was convinced that the man standing in the reception room was the leader of the Xiaodao Club, which was famous at that time!
But why did he pretend to be Li San's younger brother? And why did he have to drive Jin Yuan down? Could it be that he wanted to——
The middle-aged man's heart sank again and again. Finally, he walked behind Jin Yuan and said softly: "Boss, maybe you don't know who this young man is, right?"
"I don't care who he is?!" Jin Yuan glared at the middle-aged man angrily and cursed. "Anyone who opposes me, Jin Yuan, will die!"
"But -" the middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said dejectedly. "He was the leader of the Little Sword Club back then, the brother Xiao Lin who once gave countless big guys headaches!"
"——" Jin Yuan's distorted face froze, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes. Immediately, his eyes stared at Lin Ze, and finally fell on the middle-aged man's face, asking, "Are you sure?"
"Maybe I can't remember Brother Xiao Lin's face. But -" the middle-aged man looked directly at the knife in Lin Ze's hand. "I will never forget that handleless knife with a blade pattern engraved on it!"
Jin Yuan was moved, with a gloomy look on his face. However, in the blink of an eye, he held the armrest with one hand and said coldly: "I don't care if the knife knows the dragon's head or not, and I don't care how powerful he is! Follow me today
If he goes against me, I will kill him! Go ahead!"
As soon as he gave the order, the gold-dollar warrior rushed towards Lin Ze.
However, in almost a breath, the two people at the front had their throats cut. The coquettish blood spattered out and sprayed on the soft carpet.
Then - the reception room fell into endless silence again. The silence was a bit scary.
Everyone present has heard of the name of the Little Sword Club, and there are even some senior gangsters who have come into contact with members of the Little Sword Club. They naturally know the power of the Little Sword Club. They also know that any member of the Small Sword Club will
One against three is a rare and common thing. A member of the Little Knife Club fighting seven or eight people alone will not be shocking.
At this moment, the blade appeared in Lin Ze's hand, and in just a moment, he shocked the dead soldiers who fell behind.
They are not afraid of death, but they are full of fear of knives. The man in front of them with the knife between his fingers is like a ghost, and his speed is so fast that they cannot see clearly. The coquettish sneer on his face hits their chests.
.
This group of people got scared. They became timid. They retreated.
Blood fell from the blade of the sword, creating a strange picture. The gangsters sat slumped on the chairs, not daring to move. If they were unwilling to help Jin Yuan at first, they did not dare to help Jin Yuan now.
Even though Xiaodao would be down for three years, the brilliance and terrifying combat effectiveness created back then are all still fresh in people's minds.
Some people are alive, but he has died. Some people are dead, but he will live forever. The Xiaodao Society undoubtedly belongs to the latter. The Xiaodao Society, the Dragon Head, undoubtedly belongs to the latter.
Three years ago, even the leader of the Southern District, Qiao Ba, did not dare to challenge the Xiaodao Society head-on, and was forced to engage in insidious and cunning deeds. How powerful and domineering was this for a gang leader?
A mere gold dollar is really not a person in Lin Ze's eyes!
At this moment, Lin Ze just glanced at the swordsmen indifferently and said lightly: "Let's go, there is no need to die in vain."
"Bastard! Come on, chop him up, one million each!" Jin Yuan roared, going crazy. You know, these swordsmen are his last trump card. If they run away, Jin Yuan will never be able to turn around again.
situation opportunities.
Therefore, he offered a sky-high price. One million was enough for a swordsman of this level to leave the profession.
However, although the price is attractive, life is more important. No one is willing to lose his life for money. No matter how Jin Yuan roars and struggles, these swordsmen slowly withdraw.
And Jin Yuan was like a deflated rubber ball, slumped on the chair, his face turned pale.
well--
The middle-aged man beside him sighed in his heart, glanced at Jin Yuan silently, and cursed: "Even if half of the gangsters present turn against you, your situation may not be so desperate. It's a pity that this young man is the knife of the past.
The number one person who knows how to do it. Once he takes action, I'm afraid he won't give you a chance to counterattack!"
