Not only was Old Man Jin not angry, he even took the initiative to apologize. The scene in front of him was really a ghost.
No one said a word for a while.
No one knows what old man Jin is doing?
The tattooed man didn't expect it either. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The Tsing Yi Sect will not give anyone mercy."
"Either give me the money or take the pill."
Old Man Jin looked extremely ugly, and now he was like a monkey that was anxious to get angry. Everyone was amused to see him.
No one thought that Old Man Jin, who had never had any trouble in the Fengchen Forest for thirty years, would one day run into trouble.
This was a rare thing, and everyone watched it intently.
Old Man Jin's drunkenness was almost gone now. He patted himself and walked forward with a smile on his face.
Sensing his approach, the thugs next to the tattooed man immediately became alert.
Old Man Jin immediately raised his hands, "Don't get excited, I just want to say something to your leader."
"Say it right here!" the thugs shouted.
Old Man Jin shook his head and frowned, "It's not that the old man is looking down on you. Only your boss can hear this, and you can't listen to it."
The thugs are about to break out.
The tattooed man raised his hand to stop them. To be honest, he was also curious about what Old Man Jin would say.
The tattooed man's eyes flickered slightly, "If you are stalling for time, I will pull out your intestines piece by piece."
The thugs on both sides moved out of the way, and Old Man Jin chuckled, "You wouldn't dare, actually it's like this..."
Old Man Jin came close to the tattooed man and whispered a few words in his ear.
No one can hear, what on earth did old man Jin say?
I saw that the tattooed man listened for a while, and his expression changed uncertainly. After listening, his face was as cold as frost.
The tattooed man said coldly: "Is this true?"
Old Man Jin opened his eyes as big as bells, slapped his chest and said, "Old man, you dare to joke with anyone. Do you dare to joke with your Qingyi sect?"
The tattooed man snorted, "I'll give you one day to raise the money. If you can't hand over the money at this time tomorrow, you won't even be able to take the medicine!"
"Let's go!"
The tattooed man ignored Old Man Jin and turned around to leave.
Seeing everyone leaving and resolving a crisis, Old Man Jin snorted and returned to his drunken look again.
Afterwards, old man Jin, who didn't care about other people's opinions, continued to find a place to sleep, looking like a debt-free old man.
This scene also puzzled everyone.
I didn't dare to go up and inquire casually.
Sometimes, the more you know, the closer you are to death. After a while, the gamblers continued to play again.
Huang Nu shook his head, "I was negligent. Old Man Jin actually provoked the Tsing Yi Sect. I'd better find someone else to check."
With a debt of 100,000 taels, it is impossible for Zhao Xiaole to pay that much for a first-class master.
"Is the Tsing Yi Sect very powerful?" Zhao Xiaole asked.
"Very impressive."
"Is there a Grandmaster?"
"A master with cruel methods." At the end, Huangnu added, "You are very decisive in killing people. It can be said to be the most merciful way of killing."
Zhao Xiaole couldn't help but be speechless.
He has always been labeled as an executioner and a murderous demon. Unexpectedly, in the world of martial arts, he could actually get a title of mercy.
The rivers and lakes and the temples are indeed two worlds.
"Go and wake up Old Man Jin. I want to treat him to a drink." Zhao Xiaole ordered calmly.
"Are you sure?" Huang Nu didn't quite believe his ears.
"Go quickly."
"Okay, whatever you want."
Huangnu walked under the pillar, looked at the sleeping old man Jin and said, "Old man Jin, someone invites you to drink, do you want to go?"
Old Man Jin didn't respond.
But his snoring stopped, and Huang Nu continued to wait.
After a while, Old Man Jin slowly turned over and said, "Huangnu? Who wants to invite the old man to drink? No time!"
"You should go and have a look, maybe he can solve your problem."
"He has one hundred thousand taels of silver?"
"Maybe more."
"Haha, you can't lie."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you."
After Huang Nu said a cold word, he turned around and was about to leave, but Old Man Jin grabbed his trousers and said,
"The old man is just kidding, why do you take it seriously? The old man is short of nothing but creditors. Take me there quickly!"
Huang Nu snorted and took Old Man Jin to see Zhao Xiaole.
Zhao Xiaole was not far away and had long heard the conversation between the two. However, he was not familiar with Old Man Jin, so it was inconvenient to go there.
Huangnu brought the man back and stood aside, "This is my current employer. He is very interested in you."
"You? Huangnu, how much did he pay you for?" Old Man Jin looked at Zhao Xiaole and curled his lips and asked.
"Ten thousand taels." Huang Nu said matter-of-factly.
Old Man Jin shook his head. "It's too low. It's just a bargain price. You can hire the old man if you want. As long as you can afford two hundred thousand taels, it doesn't matter if the old man lets you hire him for a month."
Zhao Xiaole said calmly: "Young master can afford three hundred thousand yuan, but you must first prove that you have this ability."
Hearing this, Old Man Jin seemed to have been greatly insulted. He glared and shouted:
"Except for his poor gambling skills, the old man is top-notch in every aspect."
Zhao Xiaole put away the folding fan, nodded and said: "Okay, then you can try my move. If you can catch it, I will give you three hundred thousand taels of silver with both hands."
When Old Man Jin heard this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly took a step back, waved his hands and said, "I can't help it. Where can I fight now?"
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Xiaole's mouth, he stretched out his folding fan and shook it, "Old man Jin, have you known my identity for a long time?"
"Your Excellency single-handedly destroyed the Seven Star Gang. Who in the world doesn't know about it? Even though the old man was drunk all day long, he still heard about it." Old Man Jin slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
After hearing this, Huang Nu couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
After he made inquiries in many places and saw Zhao Xiaole's appearance and murderous intent in person, he dared to boldly guess the identity of the other party.
Although Zhao Xiaole's deeds are famous, his identity and appearance are not necessarily known to everyone in the world.
How did Old Man Jin figure it out?
Zhao Xiaole was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party. He put away the folding fan, turned around and said: "One hundred thousand taels of silver, if you are willing to come, I will hire you. If you are not willing, then forget it."
With that said, Zhao Xiaole left the casino with his hands behind his back.
He gave a suitable price.
Old Man Jin is not good at fighting, but he has his own survival wisdom, and this kind of wisdom is also what Zhao Xiaole needs.
Simply accumulating muscles is often not the most correct approach.
It also requires strategy to lead.
Huang Nu glanced at Old Man Jin and left with Zhao Xiaole.
Old Man Jin, who stayed where he was, stamped his feet anxiously, "I said, don't you want to treat the old man to a drink?"
