"Give it to me." These were the first words he said after cutting off one of his fingers, and he was very angry.
The gangster grabbed the kitchen knife with both hands and hid it behind his back. Bai Sheng never looked back at him. His eyes were still on Hu Liancheng's face. The two of them were looking at each other from beginning to end.
"Give me."
"No, no, Brother Sheng, I don't want the money anymore." The little gangster was already crying and running out of his nose. But he couldn't stop Bai Sheng's movements. The kitchen knife standing on the counter, the back third of the blade was cut into the countertop, and the front third of the knife was cut into the countertop.
Two-thirds of the blade was still hanging outside. From the corner of his eye, Bai Sheng glanced at the kitchen knife that had not been pulled out on the counter. His cheeks tightened, he took a long breath from his nose, and stuffed the ring finger of his left hand that had just cut off the tail finger.
He hung the kitchen knife under the outer blade and curled the other three fingers together. Then, he did not drink violently or shout. The teeth in his mouth made a "rattling" sound, and he raised his right arm, and the whole arm "boomed"
With a loud sound, it hit the back of the kitchen knife that had been cut into the counter. The entire blade of the kitchen knife was smashed into the counter, and a stream of blood spurted out vertically, and the ring finger of his left hand was cut off.
When he saw Hu Liancheng giving a thumbs up to Bai Sheng, he thought it was over, so he ran to the counter to see Bai Sheng's injuries, but he looked up and saw the brutal Hu Liancheng, who started counting money again.
Bai Sheng was dizzy in pain. It was the cruel will in his nature that kept him standing. His eyes were bloodshot, his throat was burning, and his heart seemed to be torn into strips and powder by sharp claws. He saw
Hu Liancheng was counting the money again, saying "Come on" in his heart, but the pain had already confused his thinking, so he said what was in his heart, "Come on." He muttered, and then there was a cry that could only be made by a crazy person.
"Knife! Give me the knife."
When the gangster heard such a trembling voice, he was scared out of his wits. He threw the kitchen knife in his hand on the counter in a daze and trembling. Hu Liancheng did not put down the ten unity sheets in his hand. He raised his other hand.
Pointing to the middle finger of Bai Sheng's left hand. He had already chosen the target, and the banknotes in his hand told everyone that the other fingers did not count. "I heard there is an old saying in China, once again, twice, not again." Hu Liancheng's
Speaking in very fluent Chinese, "I can continue to contribute money, do you have the courage?"
Bai Sheng answered him with actions. Without listening to what Hu Liancheng said next, Bai Sheng pressed his bloody left hand on the counter and suddenly laughed loudly. The laughter was profound, heroic and desolate, and the bloodthirst in his nature was cruel.
Stimulated by the pain, he was fully revived. The pain no longer mattered. He actually felt a faint sense of killing pleasure. For the third knife, Bai Sheng did not swing the knife in a big way, nor did he slash with great force. His movements were gentle and gentle like a gentleman,
Aiming the back blade of the kitchen knife at the root of the middle finger of his left hand, with a smile on his face, he tightened his fingers, exerted force on his wrist, pressed his forearm down, and easily cut off his third finger at the root. The blood did not fly out, but was only squeezed gently.
Between the stump of the severed finger and the blade of the kitchen knife, it slowly flowed out and seeped into the cracks in the wood on the countertop. Until Lian Xin's ten fingers had turned into seven fingers, and three of his fresh severed fingers were thrown on the bright red counter, Bai Sheng felt in his heart
He could no longer feel the pain, and the heaviness and depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years completely disappeared. He felt relaxed and happy as never before. "Do you want more? I'll give you another one." Bai Sheng asked sincerely, and Hu Liancheng on the opposite side took his hand.
The thousand yuan in his hand and the pile of money in the other hand were put together on the counter. He nodded. "I will compensate you for the money. In addition," Hu Liancheng said from his black straight
From another pocket of his suit jacket, he took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and threw them on the counter. "Here is ten thousand yuan. I bought your life."
Nearly 20,000 yuan was thrown on the counter. In the 1980s, not even the rural credit cooperatives in the county combined had so much money.
"I'll give you ten days to take care of the funeral arrangements. I'll pick you up here in ten days. From today on, your life belongs to me." Hu Liancheng cold-bloodedly put on his black glasses again. Before going out, he said the last words
, "Remember my name, my name is: Hu Liancheng."
Who is Hu Liancheng? He is a middle-level leader of the Blood Eagle Society, the largest gang in Vietnam. He left Vietnam with the internal orders from the then president of the Blood Eagle Society and began to prepare an assassination group independent of the Blood Eagle Society.
This organization was the predecessor of the "Blood Sea Society" in the future. It was composed of brave, brutal and intelligent killers personally selected by Hu Liancheng, and was brutally and secretly trained by masters sent by the Blood Eagle Society.
The "Blood Sea Society" is independent of the Blood Eagle Society and is not even under the jurisdiction of Hu Liancheng. It was not registered at the time and was a real underworld. The training of these people by the masters sent by the Blood Eagle Society was short-lived and
The bloodshed unfolds in the form of brutal killing of each other and ends with the survival of the survivors.
This is an army where everyone's eyes are red, and even their teeth and nails are used as weapons. They drink human blood like alcohol and bite human flesh like eating sashimi.
In the last ten days before Bai Sheng left country Z, he left half of the banknotes he exchanged with his fingers and life to his sister, and the other half was equally divided among the brothers who followed him. Hu Liancheng made it very clear that he should handle it well.
Afterwards, this means that Bai Shengcong died on the day he left country Z. After Hu Liancheng left, the whole village saw two cars and Japanese people wearing elegant clothes. For a while, the small village was in an uproar.
The story of Sheng's severed finger spread quickly, but no one knew what exactly happened, and there were many versions of the rumor.
Bai Sheng didn't go to the village health center at that time, and even if he did, it would be useless. There were no anesthetics, no hemostatic drugs, and no painkillers in the health center. There was nothing except a barefoot doctor.
This wound was treated according to the rural methods. Use tobacco oil to pour it on and burn it red, scalding the surrounding flesh to death. Then crush the tobacco leaves into pieces and wrap a cloth around the wound. It was treated carelessly and casually like this.
Katsu also made it through.
Until later, deformed flesh stubbles grew out of the places where his fingers were cut off, which looked disgusting. Bai Sheng wore an embroidered silk glove on his left hand, which he never took off for more than ten years. My sister knew that her brother had left country Z for Vietnam.
One month later.
Bai Sheng did not tell his sister in the county about the incident and the news. He never saw his beloved sister again before leaving Country Z. Bai Sheng said that he felt that his mission had been completed and his life could end at any time without resentment or regret.
regret.
The money left behind is enough for my sister's medical treatment, living expenses, and marriage, so she can live without any worries.