The police officer was in his thirties, and to put it bluntly, he ate more salt than Yang Fei ate rice. But when he lectured him like this, the police officer was speechless.
In this industry, personal character and ability are always secondary. If you know how to flatter the leader and do things appropriately, you will definitely do better than those who are capable.
"These people are all handed over to you, but there is a prerequisite: don't cause any trouble." Wu Yang just waved his hand and agreed very simply.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely no problem." Yang Fei said.
"Close the team!" Wu Yang's group did not stay here and drove away quickly.
"Take them all to the training ground!" Yang Fei ordered.
"You want to introduce them all to the Little Knife Club?" Chen Rui asked.
"These people are just Liu He's lowest-level subordinates. They haven't done anything inhumane yet, so give them a chance. The Xiaodao Society is going to develop now, and it will be troublesome to recruit people. If you just bring them in, you can save a lot."
effort."
"Led them all to Eagle Hall?" Chen Rui asked.
"The Eagle Hall has just been established and there is no one there, so let them enter the Eagle Hall." Yang Fei nodded.
"These recognitions are not easy to tame. If they have different intentions, I'm afraid they won't be able to help and will cause us trouble."
"You don't have to worry about this." Yang Fei waved his hand and shouted: "Blood Shadow!"
"What's the captain's order?" Xue Ying came over and asked.
"Go to the training base with Chen Rui and brainwash the men of the Qinglong Gang." Yang Fei said.
"It turns out it's just a little thing like brainwashing. No problem. In just three days, they will be trained to be as good as dogs!" Xueying laughed, as if he had found a novel toy.
Blood Shadow is not only a master of combat, but also has high achievements in the field of human psychology research. He is especially keen on brainwashing a person.
It's a pleasure to successfully brainwash a person. It's a great art!
In fact, in Yang Fei's view, a lot of so-called art is just an umbrella for vulgarity, using this as an excuse to do some vulgar things.
"Take them all away!" A car was quickly brought and a group of them were taken away.
"Liu He's ten right-hand men have killed seven, and there are three more. When are you going to take action?" Daohun asked.
"Slow down for now. The game is played too fast and it's not interesting." Yang Fei said.
There are two ways to kill a person. One is to give the other person a very happy blow. His fear and despair only last for a moment.
Another way is to torture the opponent with one knife, stopping every time he feels that he is about to die, and then when he recovers, give him another knife.
Slowly torturing and slowly pushing a person to the edge of despair is the best way to retaliate against a person.
As for Yang Fei, his favorite is the second method. Now he is using the second method, playing slowly with Liu He, and then trampling the cockroach to death.
Not long after, Yang Fei's cell phone rang, and the person calling him was Du Ling'er.
"Yang Fei, come to the hospital quickly, Gao Xiaoxiao seems to be dying."
After picking up the phone, Yang Fei was about to tease him, but Du Ling'er's voice rang first, giving him not particularly good news.
"Only five days have passed in ten days. It seems that the endurance of my little body is much weaker than I thought. Don't worry, I'll be there right away." Yang Fei hung up the phone and frowned.
"What happened?" Daohun asked.
"Go to the hospital." Yang Fei didn't say much. After getting in the car, he drove the sword soul quickly towards the direction of the hospital.
At this moment, on a highway, several young people were staring at the road, their eyes fixed on the front.
"Brother, look! There is a very cool sports car coming this way!" At this time, one of the people said something full of excitement.
"You can tell from the appearance that the car is very valuable. If we try our luck, we will definitely make a lot of money!" Another young man said: "Brother Wang Hu, should we do it or not?
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"Do it! Why not do it? To work in our industry, you must have a professional spirit and the courage to get stronger despite setbacks!" Wang Hu took two deep breaths.
"What if we meet the God of Death again like last time?" one of the young men with a very strong body asked.
"Fuck, there is no such unlucky thing in this world. I don't fucking believe it. That person will appear again." Wang Hu sighed and said, "If he appears again, brother, I will definitely beat him to death. What can I say?
Brother, I have a name called Xiaoqiang who can’t be beaten to death."
"Brother, you seem to have a copper-skinned and iron-clad body that has been tempered by years of working with porcelain, right?" said the young men.
Wang Hu has a tough life, but he doesn't know if he is in good health. No matter how serious the injury is, he can recover in the shortest time. No matter how serious the injury is, he can stand up afterwards as if nothing happened.
"You guys please watch out for me, learn more experience, and then pass on our great art of touching porcelain." Wang Hu lectured.
"Isn't it just touching porcelain? Why does it involve art?" One of the young people couldn't help but muttered.
"Pah!" Wang Hu slapped him in the face and said, "Although I am not a serious professional, I am still a miserable actor, okay?"
"Yes, yes, big brother is awesome!" Several of his subordinates quickly complimented him.
"You all have taken good care of me." Wang Hu posed on the road and waited until the cool sports car got closer and closer...
"I jump!" Wang Hu opened his hands, raised his hips slightly, and flew out like a bass leaping over a dragon's door.
The breeze stirred his long hair slightly, revealing a face covered with acne, and a peaceful and confident smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"Oops." A scream sounded, and the car hit Wang Hu directly. His body flew out like a cannonball and fell to the ground in the distance.
"Brother Wang Hu!" Upon seeing such a situation, several young people were frightened and rushed forward.
"Fuck, miscalculation." Wang Hu struggled to stand up with his head bruised and bleeding, and shouted: "Don't worry about me, hurry up and get the money."
"Yes!" Several young people looked at each other and rushed towards the sports car at the same time, shouting at the same time: "It hit someone, hit someone! Don't run! Don't run!"
"You're not going to meet those weirdos again, are you?" Yang Fei sat in the car and shrugged helplessly, then opened the door and walked out, shouting: "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf."
The familiar voice, like a call from the Asura Hell, made several young people stop. They looked at Yang Fei at the same time. When they saw the man's appearance, their eyes widened.
"Ah!" Several people screamed, then turned and rushed towards Wang Hu, saying: "Brother, no, it's not good."
"What's wrong? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with my eyes? How do you speak? Can you speak?" Wang Hu shouted angrily.
"Brother, that person is the person we met two times before. It is indeed him." One of the young people said this, and Wang Hu's face immediately turned ugly.
"It won't be so unlucky, right? Don't stand still, run away." Wang Hu shouted this, and then several people rushed forward.
"Hey, you guys, stop here." Yang Fei's voice sounded from behind, and they stopped and turned to look.
"Come here." Yang Fei hooked his hand at them.
"Brother, we really didn't do this on purpose." Wang Hu and others came up with sad faces and begged for mercy at the same time.
"The injuries on your body..."
"This, we accidentally fell. It has nothing to do with big brother."
Just when Yang Fei wanted to tell him what to do with his injury, Wang Hu suddenly panicked and shouted: "Hurry up and take out the money you have."
"Brother, I only have one hundred."
"I have fifty."
"Bring it all to me." The total money of several people amounted to three hundred yuan. Wang Hu directly stuffed it into Yang Fei's hand and said: "This is our last property. For the sake of money, let me give it to you."
let's go!"
"Is your injury okay?" Yang Fei found their series of reactions very funny.
"No, it's absolutely fine. We have to leave first. We'll see you later."
Wang Hu left these words, fearing that Yang Fei would cause trouble for them, so he turned around and ran away. If they were seen running like this at night, people would definitely think that they had seen a ghost.
"Where did all these weird things come from?" Daohun was also speechless by this scene. Such weird people are really rare.
"What do you think of that person?" Yang Fei asked.
"The impact just now was very severe. If an ordinary person did not die, he would be seriously injured. He only had some scratches on the surface, which surprised me." Daohun said: "Do you want to recruit him?"
"I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I realize that he has this ability. I'll look back and see if it's good, I'll bring him closer to the knife."
Yang Fei sat back in the driver's seat. Gao Xiaoxiao was already critically ill. He had no time to waste here and drove the car towards the hospital at a faster speed.
Many years later, when Wang Hu stood at the top of his game, he was still very happy. If it hadn't been for that one jump, he might still be a silent rough guy, instead of an immortal warrior who was feared in the underground world.
One of the most important leaders of the Little Knife Society.
Arriving at the hospital, Yang Fei stepped on the brakes, then jumped out of the car with Daohun and walked into the hospital.
At this moment, outside Gao Xiaoxiao's ward, there was a mess, and all kinds of crying could be heard.
Bai Gang and the others stood outside anxiously, sometimes looking at Gao Xiaoxiao in the emergency room with worried eyes, with helpless expressions on their faces.
"Is Yang Fei here?" Wu Yang asked.
"I've called him and he's on his way," Du Ling'er said.
