Eight-faced Buddha laughed angrily after receiving the call in the middle of the night. In this place, besides the royal family, a dozen warlords, Kunsha and dozens of other big guys, there were still people who dared to provoke him.
What's more, he's from outside.
The world has changed, and everyone dares to come to Siam to have a warm meal.
Today's young people are really amazing.
As soon as he landed, he raided his son's premises seven times in a row, confiscated millions of dollars in goods, and even arrested his son.
Not to mention, he actually forced his son to call and threaten him.
When has the Eight-faced Buddha ever suffered such a loss? This is not a spank on his son's butt, this is a slap on his face.
"Come here!" The Eight-faced Buddha stood up and shouted, "Come here, where are all the people dead?"
His confidant rushed in hurriedly and asked in a daze: "Boss, what's the matter?"
"Get everyone up and bring them with you!" the Eight-faced Buddha roared angrily, "Remember, it's everyone."
"Tell them all to assemble for me!"
A shrill alarm soon sounded in the manor of the Eight-faced Buddha, and the officers rushed into the barracks, waving whips and sticks, and drove the sleepy soldiers out of bed.
There were shouts, curses, the clash of weapons and metal, and the stamping of leather boots.
After a few minutes, the disheveled soldiers stood together crookedly.
The Eight-faced Buddha stood on the balcony and looked at the scene in front of him, and his irritable mood calmed down a little.
Soldiers are brave generals, and with these subordinates, he felt much more at ease.
The Eight-faced Buddha put on a green camouflage uniform and a steel helmet, and boarded an old-fashioned jeep surrounded by bodyguards.
He looked around and waved his hands.
"Set off!"
The soldiers crowded into the truck and followed the jeep out of the manor.
Arriving at the agreed upon location, the Eight-faced Buddha ordered his men to spread out and hide in the woods, setting up an ambush.
He himself stood there waiting with a dozen of his trusted bodyguards.
The sun is gradually rising and the weather is getting hotter and muggier.
The somewhat tired Eight-faced Buddha took a nap under the shade of a tree for a while, but was also a little bored by the strong sunlight.
After stretching, the Eight-faced Buddha stood up from the recliner, looked around, and found that the surroundings were quiet and nothing could be seen.
"What time is it now?"
"Boss, it's already ten o'clock."
"Huh?" There was a hint of anger on the face of the Eight-faced Buddha.
The other party made an appointment with him to meet at nine o'clock, but it's been more than an hour now, and he hasn't seen a shadow yet.
How dare you be late?
No one else would dare to be late for a meeting with him, but the other party dared to be an hour late.
Anger rose in the heart of the Eight-faced Buddha, but he suppressed it again.
Their son is still in their hands, so be patient for now.
"What are you still doing? You idiot!" the Eight-faced Buddha scolded his men, "Call me and ask when they will arrive!?"
The subordinate quickly picked up the phone and dialed, but couldn't get through.
The Eight-faced Buddha gradually became a little anxious and paced back and forth.
It wasn't until nearly 11 o'clock that the call was finally connected.
The Eight-faced Buddha angrily grabbed the phone and yelled: "Where are you people? Where are you?"
"Why are you in a hurry?" Qin Yi said lazily, "There is a traffic jam on the road. Please wait for a while, we will be there soon."
Traffic jam?
The Eight-faced Buddha looked at the deserted countryside and empty roads. He couldn't see a few cars in a day, and there were only a few cars there.
"Give me half an hour. If I don't see you again, I will kill all your people."
"Please do as you please." Qin Yi didn't care, "I just have a purely monetary relationship with them, you can do whatever you want."
""The Eight-faced Buddha can't stand it anymore. There is fire in his heart but it cannot be released.
The cannon fodder was hired with money, but the son was his biological son.
A small leak will sink a great ship.
"If you dare to hurt my son even a hair, I will kill your whole family!" the Eight-faced Buddha warned through gritted teeth.
"Oh?" Qin Yi laughed, "Wait a minute, Brother Shapi, shave this boy's head, shave it completely!"
"Now that I've touched your son, what can you do to me?"
The Eight-faced Buddha roared angrily: "Fake, wait..."
"You have two sons, right? Within one day, I promise to make their life worse than death." "Qin Yi also yelled, 66 Brother Shapi, cut this kid up for me!"
The Eight-faced Buddha was shocked and shouted quickly: "Stop! Wait."
"Don't you want to negotiate? Don't break up the vote!"
Qin Yi sneered, "Are you cheap? Let me talk to you. Are you threatening me? If you dare to be arrogant again, I will cut your son's waist first!"
"Young man, this is not how you talk about doing business." The Eight-faced Buddha suppressed his anger and said, "This is Siam, this is my territory, and the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake."
"I, the dragon that crosses the river, just like to suppress local snakes like you." Qin Yi said lightly, "Your son is in my hands. Now, do you accept it or not?"
"Young man, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't be too arrogant!" The veins in the hand of the Eight-faced Buddha were prominent as he held the phone. He wanted to crush the phone into pieces. "Don't be too arrogant in doing things."
Qin Yi sneered and hung up the phone.
The Eight-faced Buddha was so furious that he threw down the phone in his hand, kicked over the recliner, took out his gun and fired seven or eight times until the magazine was empty.
Several subordinates quickly gathered around to persuade him, and finally the Eight-faced Buddha was appeased.
The sun passes overhead and gradually sets towards the west.
It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, but the other party still hadn't shown up, and his men were dizzy squatting in the jungle.
The Eight-faced Buddha couldn't bear it any longer and made the call himself.
The call came through quickly. Qin Yi laughed and said, "I'm sorry for being late. I remembered that you have an eldest son, so I stopped by to visit."
"Mina, come and say hello to your father."
"Dad!"
With a scream on the phone, the Eight-faced Buddha's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
I don't know how long it took, but the Eight-faced Buddha slowly opened his eyes, and it took several seconds before he came back to his senses.
By now it was dark outside and it was raining lightly.
He was lying in the bedroom of his manor, with the window wide open, and a breeze and light rain blew in from time to time.
The Eight-faced Buddha's face darkened. These losers didn't even close the windows.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
After shouting several times, but no one answered, the Eight-faced Buddha turned over and got out of bed. Suddenly he felt something was wrong on his lower back. He reached out and touched it and found a note on it.
He quickly tore it off and unfolded it, "It's our first time meeting you. I'll save two of your waists as a gift."
The hair on the Eight-faced Buddha instantly stood up, his whole body was cold, and the hand holding the note was trembling.
In the heavily guarded manor, the other party was able to sneak in quietly and leave a note.
This means that the other party can take his life at any time without anyone noticing.
The Eight-faced Buddha has been traveling around the world for many years, and this is the first time he meets such an evil opponent.
"Jingle Bell"
The sudden ringing of the phone startled him, and it took him two seconds to pick up the phone.
"Mr. Eight-faced Buddha, have you received the gift?"
"Receive it, I got it!" The Eight-Faced Buddha suppressed the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm and said, "Mr. Zhao... I can also talk about it."