"Hey, that kid with a head like a sweet potato, come here."
The weasel shouted at the little sweet potato.
Little Sweet Potato turned his head and glanced, "Are you talking to me?"
"Otherwise, besides you, who else here has a head like a sweet potato?"
The weasel said with a smile and gestured with his hands.
Little Sweet Potato frowned, "You're just a fucking Sweet Potato, you have something to talk about and you're busy!"
Weasel and the few gangsters he brought were stunned at first, looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"Haha, this kid is a bit interesting."
The weasel shook his folding fan, "Boy, who knows me?"
Little Sweet Potato was carefully writing down the data in the notebook, and said impatiently, "I don't care who you are, you are busy, go and cool down!"
"Hey!"
The weasel closed the folding fan fiercely. It seemed that no one in this area dared to talk to him like this.
A gangster next to him raised his chin and said, "Boy, open your fucking eyes and look carefully. This is a weasel, Brother Huang!"
After giving my name, the other party really responded.
Little Sweet Potato turned his head, stared at the weasel, and said, "Oh, so you are the weasel. I heard people talking about you before."
The weasel nodded proudly, "Since you know who I am, you should know why I am here today."
"what?"
Little Sweet Potato doesn't seem to understand.
A gangster got impatient and said, "Fuck, you don't have any fucking brains. Brother Huang is here, he must be charging a management fee!"
Little Sweet Potato looked confused, "What's the management fee?"
The gangster was so angry that he wanted to take action, "The management fee is the management fee. If you pay it, we will ensure the safety here."
Little Sweet Potato was stunned, and then responded, "Oh, that's not necessary, we are pretty safe here."
Weasel and others were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then slowly walked towards Little Sweet Potato.
Little Sweet Potato also realized that something was wrong, put the account book away, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"What do you want to do?"
A gangster smiled coldly, suddenly pulled out a bright dagger from his waist, slapped it hard on the table where Little Sweet Potato used to keep accounts, and said ferociously, "Boy, you are tired of living, you know what you are doing now.
No?"
Little Sweet Potato was not afraid at all, he held his chin up and said, "Of course I fucking know it. You didn't see me keeping accounts. You're the only one who's wrong if you ask questions knowingly!"
"Oh my god, what the fuck..."
The little gangster was about to get angry, but the weasel suddenly raised his hand, squinted at the little sweet potato, and said, "Boy, you don't have to pay the management fee."
"But you have to do something. Take this knife and either stab yourself or me. I promise I won't charge management fees here anymore."
As he said that, the weasel pointed at his heart in a particularly provocative manner, "It's softer here, so it's easier to poke here."
Several gangsters next to him also looked at Little Sweet Potato with provocative faces.
This is their usual tactic. Whenever they encounter those who are unwilling to cooperate, they use this method to deal with them.
Many people have basically given up at this point. It is easy to say something like stabbing someone with a knife, but if it is really necessary to carry out it, not many people have the courage.
But what happened next was far beyond the expectations of Weasel and others.
Little Sweet Potato looked at the weasel, then at the bright dagger on the table, suddenly reached out and grabbed the handle of the dagger, and without saying a word, stabbed the weasel in the heart!
The sword was powerful and heavy, but was blocked by the ribs.
But it frightened the weasel so much that he didn't expect this kid to actually dare to strike. This knife was completely aimed at killing himself.
If I hadn't been lucky and the blade of the knife was just blocked by my ribs, I would have had to pay for my life on the spot!
However, this was just the beginning. Seeing that the knife had not penetrated, Little Sweet Potato grabbed the dagger and stabbed the weasel's neck hard again.
Although Weasel had never learned kung fu, he had experienced many battles. He tilted his head instinctively, and the blade almost grazed his neck.
Little Sweet Potato missed the hit again, but continued to raise the knife perseveringly.
The weasel was so frightened that it turned around and ran away!
Several gangsters nearby were also frightened. They rubbed oil on their soles and jumped into the car as fast as they could and drove away.
It wasn't until the car drove into the city that the people's minds calmed down a little.
"Damn, why are kids so fierce these days? How dare you strike with those two swords just now!"
The weasel wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and sighed with lingering fear.
"Fuck, that's so fucking evil. This kid is too. It's true that he doesn't stay in school well at this age and imitates others in stabbing people!"
"Yes, the quality of these children nowadays is so low that they stab people with knives at every turn. Don't they know that this is against the law?"
Several gangsters actually started to complain, and for a while they transformed into messengers of justice who hated evil as much as they hated it.
"What should we do about this matter? If word gets out, we won't be able to mess around anymore."
A young gangster worriedly said that the most important thing in their line of work is reputation and face.
If you lose your face and your reputation, you won't be able to survive in the future.
"Why don't you tell Brother Qin and ask him to stand up for us?"
"Fuck, your brain was caught in the door. Do you need Brother Qin to step in for such a trivial matter?"
The weasel raised his hand and slapped the opponent hard on the forehead.
"Then...what should we do?"
The man covered his head and looked aggrieved.
Weasel took a deep breath and said, "Looking at how frightened you all are, can you be successful?
A little brat scares you like this, and still has the fucking nerve to say that he is a promiscuous person?"
Several gangsters looked at each other, and one of them said cautiously, "Brother Huang, but you were the first to escape just now..."
"You know j8!"
The weasel cursed, "Did I run away?
I mean, that’s a strategic shift, do you understand?”
"How many years have I been in society? What kind of battles have I never seen? Can a broken knife scare me?"
"What international joke are you kidding? I just don't want to bully the small ones. We who come out to mix in society must have our own bottom line. What's the point of attacking a child?"
Several gangsters looked at each other.
"Then what should we do next?"
One person asked cautiously.
Weasel smiled faintly, "It's simple, I just call their boss and let him handle it."
A gangster said again, "I don't think it's so troublesome. Let's capture the guy and go back to find the kid."
"F*ck, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"
The weasel dialed the number and cursed, "I didn't see that little brat doing something stupid. How could I be stabbed twice by him when I go back?"
"This...Brother Huang, didn't you just say you weren't afraid?"
"I...I'm not fucking afraid in the first place. Okay, stop talking. Why are you talking so much nonsense!"
At this time, Weasel had already called the owner of the sand mining factory and was scolding him, "You bitch, one of your men stabbed me with a big head. It was you who instigated it!"