719: C719 I Didn't Mean to Target You

C719 I Didn't Mean to Target You

"Of course. Me and the leader of your Black Horse Family are..."

The weasel continued to brag, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized something was wrong. "You're from the Black Horse Clan?"

The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing the three-eyed horse tattoo on his arm. "This is the symbol of our Black Horse Family, three-eyed horse head!"

Just as he finished speaking, the man suddenly realized that something was not right. "Since you and our leader are brothers, how can you not recognize the three-eyed horse head pattern... You're cheating!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he instinctively pulled out a shiny machete from his waist.

"I'm playing with your head! Can I brag about this?!"

The weasel lit a cigarette calmly and gestured to the side. "Your leader is drinking here. Do you need me to call him over to prove it to you?"

"Our leader is here?"

The man instinctively turned his head.

Bang!

At this moment, a beer bottle suddenly exploded behind his head.

"Someone come!"

After the weasel smashed the beer bottle, it ran to the side and shouted loudly.

The highwayman was struck by the bottle, and just as he was about to chase after him, dozens of people suddenly rushed out from all directions and killed him in the blink of an eye.

"Kid, do you see that? This is a f * cking scam!"

The weasel held a cigarette in its mouth and looked down proudly. "What's wrong with the highwaymen? Are highwaymen all f * cking awesome? Why don't you take a look at what this place is! "

The highwayman's face was covered in blood, and even his tendons had been severed. Like a dead dog, he was carried by a few brawny men." Dog, do you know how much trouble you've caused? "

Slap!

The weasel raised his hand and slapped the highwayman. "Then do you know who is standing in front of you? Brother Huang, f * ck, bring it up!"

The highwaymen were brought to a private room.

"Let me go, I'll give you whatever you want!"

At this moment, the highwayman only wanted to live.

The weasel crossed his legs and smoked a cigarette. After pondering for a moment, he smiled playfully at the highwayman and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? If I let you go, what will you do if you don't pay me? "

"Don't worry, I'll keep my word..."

"Bullsh * t, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

The weasel narrowed his eyes and said, "How about this, how much money do you have in your card?"

The highwayman said, "I don't have much money in my card. I only have two million. I can transfer it to you immediately. I'll definitely make up for the rest when I get back."

"Alright, then transfer it over."

The weasel pulled out the two-dimensional code from his phone and threw it on the coffee table.

A subordinate took out the phone from the highwaymen and transferred all the money into the weasel card according to the password provided by the highwaymen.

"I've already given you the money. Let me go. The rest of the money will be transferred to my account within a day!"

The highwayman said.

The weasel immediately burst into laughter. "I repeat, I'm not a three-year-old child. If I let you go, what would you do if you leaked the news?"

"Haha, bro, I'm sorry. For the sake of world peace, I can only kill you. Give him a quick death!"

Rustle －

A steel saber instantly sliced through the throat of the highwayman.

When the highwayman breathed his last, his eyes widened in rage and unwillingness.

"Drag the corpse down and burn it. Remember, no one is allowed to reveal anything about what happened today!"

The weasel waved his hand. Although he usually liked to act cool, it did not mean that he was a fool.

He was well aware of the consequences of offending the highwaymen.

Thus, the first thing he did was to silence the highwaymen!

No matter how one looked at it, his choice was the most correct one.

However, the weasel had neglected an important part. He had never expected that this highwayman would have other accomplices!

What he had just done had already been captured by a camera!

When he returned home, the weasel was pondering how to deal with the three-eyed horse token in his hand when a shining steel knife suddenly appeared on his neck.

"If you want to continue living, you'd better cooperate."

A gloomy voice came from behind him.

The weasel calmed his mind and said, "If you have something to say, say it. It's humiliating to use a knife and a gun."

Just as the man withdrew his knife, the weasel suddenly jumped two steps forward and shouted at the top of his voice, "Someone come!"

At the same time, one of his hands also took out a loaded gun from behind the television at lightning speed.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist like lightning and twisted upwards. With a cracking sound, the gun in his hand fell to the ground along with the bones.

"Don't waste your energy. Your bodyguards have already been killed by us."

What entered the weasel's eyes was a man with a gloomy gaze and a crew cut.

There was also a three-eyed horse head pattern on his arm!

As soon as he finished speaking, the other highwaymen slowly walked into the room, their scimitars still dripping with blood.

The weasel's lips twitched. He knew that today would be a tough day for him!

However, the weasel was still a weasel. Its head could be cut off, and its blood could flow. It could not remain calm for even a day!

"The guest is a guest. Sit down and speak first!"

The weasel appeared calm and collected. He invited the few of them to sit down and even poured a few cups of water enthusiastically and placed it on the tea table.

The short-haired highwayman praised, "How dare you! As expected of the number one person in the underground world of Nanjiang!"

The weasel was quite happy with the praise, but he didn't show it on his face. He said indifferently, "This is just an undeserved reputation."2

"All of you, put your swords away. I'm a cultured person, and I don't like fighting and killing."

"I'd like to ask one thing. I, Huang, have always abided by the law. I really can't remember how I offended you."

"Please enlighten me. Even if I die, at least let me die with an understanding."

Black lines appeared on the highwaymen's faces.

You are the number one person in the underground world of Nanjiang, yet you still dare to say that you are abiding by the law?

The man with the crew cut didn't continue with his nonsense and threw a stack of photos onto the tea table.

The contents of the photos were all of the weasel holding the three-eyed horse token and the situation when he attacked the highwayman he killed.

"You killed our young master and stole his token. My brother tried to reason with you, and you even killed him to silence him. I think if our leader knew about this, I believe you would know the consequences better than me. "

The man with the crew cut said.

The weasel slowly lit a cigarette for himself and sneered, "If you want to add fuel to the fire, you don't have to say anything. I just want to know, there are so many rich people in Nanjiang. Why did you find me?"

At this moment, the weasel finally understood that he had been tricked.

However, it was useless to explain at this time.

The crew cut man sneered and took out a recording pen from the weasel's pocket. He smiled and said, "Let's turn this thing off first."

The weasel's wrist trembled. His final trump card had been seen through!

"The reason is very simple. Because you are the number one person in the underground world of Nanjiang. You have a reasonable motive and ability to commit crimes. You are also very rich."

"To be precise, we are not targeting you. We are only targeting the number one person in the underground world of Nanjiang!"

The weasel wanted to cry but had no tears. He had finally tasted the bitter fruit of being called the number one person in the underground world of Nanjiang.

"Don't beat around the bush. What do you want to do? Just say it."

The weasel sighed. He knew very well that he might not be able to make it through tonight's trial.

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