"Five of us escaped, and one died." said the man in Chinese tunic suit.
"Another one died, good, good, good..." Maimaiti looked angry.
"They didn't kill him..." the man in Mao suit said cautiously.
"Who?" Maimaiti couldn't help but wonder.
"Wang Feng."
"Wang Feng..." Maimaiti's pupils shrank and her face turned pale, "Why did he want to kill my people? Could it be that he had withdrawn his hand?" Maimaiti's chest rose and fell sharply, as if he had difficulty breathing.
The name Feng gave him tremendous mental pressure.
"No, no, he was just passing by by chance, and the person who was killed used a shotgun in front of him." The Chinese tunic suit said quickly.
"Don't they know each other?"
"It seems that he doesn't recognize him. According to the witness's recollection of the scene, he probably doesn't recognize him. In fact, Wang Feng doesn't even know Zhang Yang's name."
"Well, that's good." Maimaiti said with a serious face: "Take care of the funeral affairs. It doesn't matter how much money you spend. Don't leave a tail for Wang Feng. Do you understand?"
"Well, after I found out it was Wang Feng, I have made arrangements. All the witnesses have done their work, and the Public Security Department of City C has also taken care of it. Don't worry, brother." The man in Chinese tunic suit nodded.
"Well, very good, hurry up and hunt down, these two guys are a bit evil." Maimaiti looked at the corpses on the ground and sighed. It would be difficult to find another loyal subordinate like Xiao Liao.
"Brother, I have an idea..." the man in Chinese tunic suit hesitated.
"When did you become so verbose?" Maimaiti frowned.
"Brother, why don't we threaten Xiao Yiran and their parents to show up?" Mao Zedong hesitated for a moment and finally said it.
"Are you the one messing with me?" Maimaiti's face suddenly turned cold, her eyes fixed on the man in the Chinese tunic suit.
"Brother, I...I...I was wrong..." The man in the Chinese tunic suit suddenly looked ashen and lowered his head.
"First of all, I promised Ouyang Zhengming that I would not touch Xiao Yuanxing's sister. Xiao Yuanxing has paid the price with his life. For Xiao Yuanxing, his matter is over, and even me and
The hatred between Xiao Qi has also ended. Do you know why? First, although my son is dead, but for no reason, he was so arrogant that he thought that our Maimaiti family could annex Xiao Qi’s territory, and actually came from La
Vegas went directly to Xiao Qi's territory to destroy the place. Well, he died and he paid the price for his stupidity, but my eyes were not blind!" Maimaiti suppressed his anger.
"Secondly, if I had a fight with Xiao Qi, the consequences would be disastrous. It wouldn't be as simple as one or two deaths, or one hundred, two hundred, but thousands of people. My son is very
Important, but the lives of my subordinates are equally important. They all have parents, families, and sons. Could it be that I risked the lives of thousands of subordinates for my own selfish desires? What’s more, no matter what, the death of my son has become a
It is an ironclad fact that no one can change it. Relatively speaking, this is also the bitter fruit caused by him. If Xiaoqi and I fight, do you think Ouyang Zhengming will stand by and watch? If Ouyang Zhengming really intervenes, do you think we can withstand it?
?Having confidence is a good thing, but if confidence turns into ignorance, it will bring disaster to yourself..."
"Third, if I were a little gangster with nothing, then I could use their relatives to blackmail them. But, I'm not. My power is thousands of times greater than theirs. If I were reduced to using them
If my relatives come to threaten me, my status in the world will be lower than that of a few gangsters. The gangsters all know that it will not harm their family, let alone me! Who doesn’t have a family if they come out to hang out? If everyone thinks like this, who can survive?
Don’t mention it again in the future!”
"Well, if I threaten them with their family, can other people threaten us with my family? Of course, there is no morality in the world. The key is that now our status must be respected. If we
If we take the lead in breaking this unspoken rule, we will suffer the consequences. After all, we have powerful force, abundant funds and extensive connections. Even if we have these, we still need to use the enemy’s relatives to threaten us. Then our enemies will use even more despicable methods.
To attack us... Well, by the way, I heard that some of your subordinates like to talk about politics. I hope you don’t let me hear it next time. Remember, we are gangs, we are not politicians, we only serve our subordinates.
Find a stable job, and if you talk about reading ability or freedom in the future, you will be killed without mercy!"
Maimaiti's eyes were like sharp daggers, which glanced across the face of the man in tunic suit. He snorted heavily and walked away, followed by several tough bodyguards.
The man in Chinese tunic suit lowered his eyebrows and sent Maimaiti away. When Maimaiti disappeared from the door, his face suddenly became gloomy, with a sneer on his face.
"Brother, what should I do?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a white hat, a small scimitar in his waist, and an eight-pointed beard on his lips. He exuded a fierce aura.
"What else can I do?" the man in Chinese tunic suit said angrily.
"..." Bajiao Hu was so rushed by the man in Chinese tunic suit that he was left speechless.
"We will do whatever Maimaiti says. You don't think we can confront Maimaiti right now!" At this time, when the man in Chinese tunic suit mentioned Maimaiti, he no longer had the slightest respect for Maimaiti, and his original expression of submission changed.
A world of difference.
"Yes, big brother!" Bajiahu looked a little unconvinced.
"Tiemu, we are people who are doing big things. Use your brains more. We have never been able to see through Maimaiti's power. As you can see, we finally let his son go to Xiaoqi's territory to cause trouble. As a result, his son
Dead, but things were different from what we expected. Maimaiti actually didn’t fight with Xiaoqi. Moreover, they seemed to know each other and had restrictions on each other. If we act rashly without understanding it, it is likely to bring trouble to us.
Come to the end of the disaster, please, use more brains when doing things in the future, these days, just killing and killing is useless." Mao Zedong Suit saw the unconvinced look on Baji Hu's face, and couldn't help but said angrily.
"Yes... Brother, I understand... By the way, Brother, who is Wang Feng?" Bajiaohu asked, changing the subject.
"I don't know, he's a killer. However, he is a very strange killer. He never hides his identity. His skills are also quite good. He has never failed since his debut. No one knows his specific identity and family background. However, buy and submit on my behalf.
, Don’t go against this person... It seems that Wang Feng’s identity is not simple either." He slowly sat down on the sofa in a Chinese tunic suit and pondered.
"Do you want to check on him?"
"Well, be careful and don't get into any trouble." The man in Mao suit nodded.
…
Zhang Yang had a very fulfilling time during this period. He practiced Qigong every night, and during the day he helped his aunt chop wood, carry water, and feed the pigs and ducks. He really enjoyed it.
Elderly people from the whole village came to ask for Zhang Yang's portrait, and there was no reward. They just brought some agricultural products such as peanuts, rice and soybeans. Zhang Yang also accepted all who came and gave them to the aunt. The aunt could not open her eyes with laughter.
Every time Zhang Yang comes here, although Zhang Yang doesn't give her any money, her vanity is greatly satisfied, because Zhang Yang can draw and write, and the neighbors in the countryside will come to ask for a few auspicious calligraphy and paintings.
Elderly people will also prepare portraits for themselves, and they will give Zhang Yang a lot of things, which are enough for Zhang Yang to eat and drink...
Liu Biao also lived a very comfortable life. Every day, his aunt would walk to the village a few kilometers away to buy pig bones and make soup for him to drink. His feet recovered quickly and he was able to help his aunt do some easier farm work. However, Liu Biao
Although Biao was full of strength, he was really bad at farm work. He often caused trouble to the aunt instead of helping her. Later, the aunt had strictly prohibited Liu Biao from touching her farm tools.
They have been here for five days.
"Hey... it's boring... This place is good, but there are no women, ***, no one under the age of thirty-five. Damn it, I don't know where all the young people have gone..."
Liu Biao sat in front of the house basking in the sun, chewing melon seeds, feeling weak and lazy. There were no computers, no games, no phones, and even the TV could only receive a few channels. This made him accustomed to city life.
Liu Biao felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by ants all over his body.
"Where else can we go? There are only trees and rocks here. The young and middle-aged people have nothing to do if they stay at home. They have all gone out to work. Naturally, there are some old, weak and sick remnants who stay at home."
Zhang Yang stood not far from Liu Biao and repeatedly performed some movements. He was used to practicing these movements when he had free time, because he found that these movements could make his muscles more flexible and explosive. Now his
The body can already do many incredible actions.
"That's true. This bird place makes me go crazy when I stay at the beginning and end of the year. However, this place is not bad. It has mountains, rivers, lush trees, many birds, and fresh air. If I could stay here a few times a year,
The sky is also a kind of enjoyment." Liu Biao touched his swollen belly and took another sip of Auntie's specialty tea. The more he drank, the more addictive he became. His stomach was so bloated that he couldn't drink it anymore and still wanted to drink it.
