"If Mr. Meng wants to resist, after a severe beating, the two options are not to choose one, but to do both. Do you understand?"
The nightingale on the side suddenly burst into laughter.
"Why are you laughing? Bitch?" Seeing Nightingale laughing, Zhang Jinma immediately changed his face. He was no longer as polite as he was to Meng Yan, and scolded Nightingale mercilessly.
However, after hearing this, Nightingale seemed to smile even more happily.
"My immediate boss has many physiognomist masters. Since you are his most trusted physiognomist, why have I never heard your name from his mouth, Mr. Zhang Jinma?" Nightingale asked with a smile.
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Zhang Jinma looked at Nightingale again, and there was indeed no memory of her in his head, so he laughed out loud.
"I said to you, young lady, why are you pretending to be a wolf with me here? I'm telling you, if you piss me off now, you will suffer a lot tonight."
After saying this, Zhang Jinma unabashedly glanced at the two turbulent peaks in front of Nightingale's chest with his greedy eyes.
Sensing Zhang Jinma's gaze, Nightingale smiled and asked, but her voice was much colder.
"I wonder, Mr. Zhang, if you have these bodyguards with you, do they have guns in their hands?"
"What's wrong with you little bitch? Let me tell you, just because the man you are following looks so weak, even if he has practiced some three-legged cat kung fu, all of my bodyguards are practitioners, even if it's a wheel fight.
You can even knock him down."
"If I want to kill you guys, I don't need to bring a gun."
"Remember, little bitch, you really pissed me off a bit. I'm going to love you very much tonight." Zhang Jinma said with a smile.
The smile on Nightingale's face gradually faded, replaced by a look of cold killing intent. Meng Yan, who was standing aside, could not help but shudder when he saw the change in expression on Nightingale's face.
This guy is finished.
Nightingale took out a small whistle from her handbag and put it in her mouth.
A gentle blow on the whistle emits a sweet lark-like sound that ripples through the space in the Stone Gambling Hall.
"I said, little bitch, what are you causing?"
After the sound disappeared, Zhang Jinma immediately asked Nightingale disdainfully.
"You are performing acrobatics in front of us at this time. Is there something seriously wrong with your brain?"
Nightingale covered her mouth and chuckled: "Mr. Zhang will know soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen burly men who were as big as the bodyguards behind Zhang Jinma suddenly walked out of the gambling stone shop.
Apparently they were the dozen or so Nightingale men who were taken to the lounge by the store clerk before they were taken to the second floor by Fatty Qian.
However, somehow, these dozen bodyguards, who were empty-handed when they entered the Stone Gambling Shop, now each held a Chicago typewriter in their hands.
Chicago Typewriter, his official name is the Thompson submachine gun. This gun was the favorite used by Chicago gangsters at that time. In addition, the sound of his firing was very similar to the sound of a typewriter, so he was nicknamed "Chicago Typewriter" by people at the time.
Chicago typewriter.
A dozen strong men walked forward slowly and lined up behind Nightingale.
Seeing such an appearance, Zhang Jinma was immediately dumbfounded.
"Who are you?" Zhang Jinma asked.
Meng Yan came close to Nightingale, lowered his head and asked quietly.
"Miss Nightingale, according to the performance of our group when we entered the Stone Gambling Shop just now, your reputation in this area is indeed not an exaggeration. If this person named Zhang Jinma is your colleague, he shouldn't not know you?"
"
Nightingale shook her head slightly: "This should be a new fortune teller. Now due to the postponement of the public sale in northern Myanmar, the salary of this group of fortune tellers is getting higher and higher. Some guys who have never seen money are starting to drift.
People of their caliber cannot come into contact with me in our company."
"Of course, you must have heard of my name before."
Looking at the calm demeanor of the group of people in front of him, and then glancing at the dozen or so bodyguards holding Chicago typewriters standing behind them, Zhang Jinma finally began to waver in his heart.
"Brother Meng, we have something to talk about. Don't use swords or guns like this. It will hurt your harmony and it will be bad for everyone..."
Hearing this, Nightingale smiled even more happily. She took out a business card from her handbag and handed it to Zhang Jinma.
"I wonder, Mr. Zhang, have you ever heard of the name Nightingale?"
"Nightingale?" Zhang Jinma took the business card from Nightingale and looked at it for a long time. The expression on his face finally changed from confusion to panic, and then he turned pale and froze in place.
"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang, what are you doing standing there?! Hurry up and avenge your brothers!" The twenty-five-year-old strong man lying on the ground shouted to Zhang Jinma.
"Master Zhang, don't be afraid of them. It's not like we don't have any guys. We also have a heavy machine gun on the van. Brothers, take it out. These guys are no match for us!"
"Besides, we have Young Master Zhang's big boss backing us. With these guys, if they dare to attack us, we will throw them all into the Yi River to feed the fish tomorrow!"
"Shut up!" Zhang Jinma was so frightened when he heard this that he rushed forward and kicked the strong man lying on the ground several times in the mouth.
The force was so great that after shaving, the strong man coughed twice on the ground, and then spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.
Nightingale walked forward with a smile, stretched out her jade hand and put it on Zhang Jinma's shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered in a low voice.
"Just now Mr. Zhang said that the little girl is a little bitch, and he wanted the little girl to stay with Mr. Zhang all night, saying that he wanted to punish me properly."
"I wonder how Mr. Zhang punishes the little girl at night?"
The nightingale breathed like orchid in Zhang Jinma's ears, and the soft voice mixed with the nightingale's fragrance spread into Zhang Jinma's nose and ears.
However, such a sweet voice sounded like a reminder to Zhang Jinma.
He has been working as a loan shark since he was six years old. After two months in the industry, he cut off the hands and feet of an old man who wanted to run away and threw them into the Yi River to feed the fish. Nightingale's reputation is known to everyone in this area.
People don't know.
Even in a place like Myanmar, where life and death are in chaos, ordinary people can still have the effect of quelling the cry of a child by saying the name of a nightingale.
Unexpectedly, he would offend such a murderous god today, and Zhang Jinma regretted it to death.
I'm used to being domineering in the last days, but I didn't expect that today I would fall into the hands of my second and fifth subordinates.