1005: C1005 Small Melon

C1005 Small Melon

"Hey, that little boy with the head of a pumpkin, come here."

The weasel shouted at the little paya.

The little melon turned its head and glanced at him. "Are you talking to me?"

"What else? Besides you, who else here has a head like that of a cucumber?"

As the weasel spoke, it gestured with its hand.

Small Melon frowned. "You're the f * cking melon. If you have something to say, say it. You're busy!"

The weasel and the hoodlums he brought were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, this kid is interesting."

The weasel waved his folding fan. "Kid, do you know who I am?"

As Little Melon wrote down the data in his notebook, he said impatiently, "I don't care who you are. You are busy. Go away!"

"Hey, hey!"

The weasel fiercely folded his folding fan. In this area, it seemed like no one dared to speak to him in such a way.

A delinquent beside him raised his chin and said, "Kid, open your f * cking dog eyes wide and take a good look. This is the weasel, Brother Huang!"

After announcing his name, the other party indeed had a reaction.

Little Melon turned his head and stared at the weasel. After sizing it up, he said, "Oh, so you're a weasel. I heard people talk about you before."

The weasel nodded proudly. "Since you know who I am, you should know what I came here for today."

"What?"

Small Melon didn't seem to understand.

One of the thugs said impatiently, "F * ck, you don't have a brain. Brother Huang is here. He must be collecting management fees!"

Little Melon looked puzzled. "What management fees?"

That punk was so angry that he wanted to make a move. "Management fees are management fees. After paying, we can guarantee the safety of this place."

Small Melon froze for a moment, then replied, " Oh, that's not necessary. Our side is quite safe."

The weasel and the others were stunned. After exchanging glances, they slowly walked towards Little Melon.

Small Melon also realized that something was wrong. He put the account book away and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

A punk sneered and suddenly pulled out a shining dagger from his waist. He fiercely slammed it on the table Little Melon used to record accounts and said fiercely, "Kid, you must be tired of living. Do you know what you are doing now?"

Little Melon was not afraid at all. He raised his chin and said, "Of course I know. Didn't you see that I am recording accounts? If you ask even though you know the answer, you will be crazy!"

"Oh my god, you f * cking..."

Just as the little hoodlum was about to flip out, the weasel suddenly raised his hand and narrowed his eyes at the little cucumber. He said in a playful tone, "Kid, it's fine if you don't pay the management fee."

"But you have to do something. With this knife, you either stab yourself or stab me in the back. I promise that I won't charge the management fee anymore in the future."

As he spoke, the weasel pointed at his own heart in a particularly provocative manner. "This place is relatively soft. It's more effortless to stab here."

The few hoodlums beside him also looked at Little Melon provocatively.

This was a trick they were used to using. As long as they encountered those who refused to cooperate, they would use this method to deal with them.

Many people basically became cowards when they came here. It was easy to say that it was easy to stab someone with a knife, but if they really wanted to carry it out, not many people had the courage to do so.

But the following scene was far beyond the expectations of the weasel and the others.

Small Melon looked at the weasel, then at the shining dagger on the table. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and grabbed the dagger. Without saying a word, he stabbed the weasel in the heart!

This strike was heavy, but it was blocked by the ribs.

However, it scared the weasel quite a bit. It did not expect that this kid would really dare to attack. This blade was also aimed at its own life.

If not for his good luck, the blade would have been blocked by the ribs, and his little life would have been lost on the spot!

However, this was only the beginning. When Small Melon saw that the knife did not stab into the weasel, he grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the weasel's neck once again.

Although the weasel had never learned martial arts, it had been through hundreds of battles after all. It instinctively tilted its head, and the blade almost brushed past its neck.

Small Melon once again missed, but continued to raise the knife persistently.

The weasel was so scared that it made a f * cking exchange sound. It turned its head and ran away!

The few hoodlums beside him were also scared badly. One by one, they wiped the oil off the soles of their feet, jumped into the car, and sped away with all their might.

It was only when the car drove into the city that their minds calmed down a little.

"Damn it, why is the child nowadays so fierce? Those two blades just now really dared to hit him!"

The weasel wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and sighed with lingering fear.

"F * ck, this is so f * cking weird. This child is the same. At this age, he didn't stay in school well. It's true that he learned to stab people!"

"Yeah, these kids nowadays are too low in quality. They always stab people with knives. Don't they know that this is against the law?"

A few hooligans actually started to complain. For a moment, they turned into the Enforcers of Justice who hated evil as well as hatred.

"What should we do about this? If this gets out, we won't be able to live anymore."

One of the hoodlums said worriedly. In their line of work, the most important thing was reputation and face.

If they lost face and reputation, they wouldn't be able to do anything in the future.

"Why don't you tell Brother Qin and let him stand up for us?"

"F * ck, your brain must have been blocked by the door. Do you need Brother Qin to step in for such a small matter?"

The weasel raised his hand and slapped the other party's head.

"Then... Then what should we do!?"

The man covered his head with his hand and looked wronged.

The weasel took a deep breath and said, "Look at how scared you are all. Can you do anything? A little kid scared you like this. How dare you say that you are a gangster? "

The gangsters looked at each other. One of them said carefully, "Brother Huang, but you were the first one to run away..."

"You know J8!"2

The weasel cursed, "Am I running away? That's a f * cking strategic shift, understand? "

"I've been in society for so many years, what kind of situation have I not seen? Can a broken knife scare me?"

"What kind of international joke is this? I just don't want to bully the young. When we come out to mingle in society, we have to have our own bottom line. What's the point of attacking a child?"

The few hooligans looked at each other in dismay.

"Then what should we do next?"

One of them asked carefully.

The weasel smiled faintly. "Simple. I'll call their boss and ask him to deal with it."

One of the hoodlums said, "I don't think it's necessary to go through so much trouble. Let's take the guy and go back to look for that kid."

"F * ck, your f * cking brain got kicked by a donkey?"

As the weasel dialed the number, he cursed, "Didn't you see that kid's hands are pretty black? Don't tell me we'll get stabbed by him again when we go back!"

"This... Brother Huang, didn't you just say that you're not afraid?"

"I... I'm not f * cking afraid. Alright, stop talking. Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

At this moment, the weasel had already called the owner of the sand mining plant. He cursed at his face, "You son of a b * tch. Your subordinate stabbed me in the head. Was it you who instructed me to do so?!"

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