Miao Daqing was good at resisting blows. He staggered half a step, his expression became fierce, and he slashed down with a kitchen knife!
Zhao Dong easily dodged it. The butcher's knife looked scary, but was clumsy and heavy to use. In his eyes, it was almost like a toy.
He got close again and already had Miao Daqing's wrist in his hand.
There was a strange cry, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "bang". If it had been a little farther away, it would have hit the foot.
This wasn't the end yet, before Miao Daqing could speak, Zhao Dong held him whole with one hand.
He weighs nearly two hundred pounds, and his neck is thicker than an average person's thigh.
In Zhao Dong's opinion, the throat was easily locked without any effort.
Miao Daqing had difficulty breathing, and his face turned red as he spoke, "My surname...Zhao, what the hell do you want to do, I..."
Before he finished speaking, he received a heavy punch in the lower abdomen.
Miao Daqing's face turned green, and he still wanted to be tough, so he was slapped again in the face.
The plump cheeks turned red instantly, and half of the teeth became loose.
Only then did Miao Daqing realize that he had offended a ruthless person, so he softened his attitude and said, "Brother, I have something to say. Is there any misunderstanding?"
Zhao Dong reminded him, "If you like Li Dan, you can go after him. This is your right. If you dare to touch even a finger of my family, believe it or not, I dare to kill you?"
Miao Daqing was busy explaining, "Brother, your mother's affairs really have nothing to do with me..."
Zhao Dong stared into his eyes, "Did I say who had the accident?"
Miao Daqing knew that he was telling the truth, so he simply kept silent.
Zhao Dong didn't bother to listen to his explanation, and pressed his whole face against the cutting board with his backhand.
The cutting board was covered with oil and blood stains, and the pungent fishy smell hit his face.
Zhao Dong grabbed the heavy steel knife on the side and chopped it with a bang without even saying hello.
Miao Daqing almost peeed in fear. The blade was sharp and reflected by the blade. He could even see that his cheeks were twisted and deformed. They were no different from the pig heads he usually cuts.
The blade fell almost close to his nose, quickly and accurately. If he had struggled just now, his nose might have been cut off.
Zhao Dong asked from behind, "Will you tell me?"
Miao Daqing was still trying to show off, "Brother, what do you want me to say? I really don't know, it has nothing to do with me..."
Zhao Dong pressed his palm on the cutting board, and before he could say anything, he cut the knife down with a clean stroke.
The sound of wind hit his face, and there was a faint splash of blood from the slaughtered pig.
There was a "bang" sound.
The blade of the knife was embedded in the cutting board, and half of Miao Daqing's fingernails were also removed.
Zhao Dong didn't give him a chance to speak and raised the knife again.
The blade buzzed, like a life-threatening note!
The two clerks were completely dumbfounded. They thought it was just an ordinary dispute, so they dared to step forward to help.
Unexpectedly, the boss unexpectedly provoked such a ruthless person.
In terms of ruthlessness and strength, the knife he raised and dropped was more crisp and clear than those of them who kill pigs all year round!
Miao Daqing's psychological defense was defeated at the same time, "It was me, I pushed it, I was wrong, brother, I was wrong..."
A grown man in his thirties actually sounded tearful when he spoke.
The two guys looked at Zhao Dong again, as if they were seeing a devil. Who is this guy? He actually scared the boss out of his wits?