234: C234 Eight Dollars and Eight Lives Keep the Money Well

C234 Eight Dollars and Eight Lives Keep the Money Well

"F * ck you!" You came here to kick the door? "Little bastard, do you want to die?!"

One of the lackeys wanted to go up with a baseball bat, but was stopped by Yang Chenglao waving his hand.

He looked at Pei Feng with a face full of ridicule and said with a grin, "Yes, I am Yang Chenglao, little friend. What about it? Kicking at the door and acting cool … What business do you have with me? "

Pei Feng looked at him with a faint smile and said lightly, "Yes, I have something to talk to you about. I am Su Menglian's son."

As soon as he said that, all the ruffians in the room were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, whistling, and banging on the table.

"Hahaha, this is so funny. I am a coward who doesn't dare to make a sound.

"Little friend, did you wean yourself? You think you can stand up for your mother with such a cowardly face? Tsk tsk, are you not afraid of being beaten to death here today? "

"Good efficiency!" He had just finished smashing my shop when his son came looking for him. "Little brat, not bad, you have guts, hahaha!"

"Dao brother, people have come looking for us. What do you think we should do?"

Yang Chenglao smiled and waved at him, "Su Menglian's son, right? "Come on, come in if you have something to say. Don't stand at the door."

Pei Feng smiled and slowly walked into the basement.

He had just taken two steps when he heard a bang behind him. The metal door was impressively closed by the blonde tattooed woman closest to the door.

The golden-haired tattooed woman even moved a stool to the door and sat down, blocking the entrance. She then sized him up, spitting out circles as she said in a loud voice: "Kid, is all the hair on the bottom up yet? In a while, Big Sis will give you an examination? "

As these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter.

Yang Chenglao's mouth twitched, he looked at Pei Feng leisurely, and laughed sinisterly: "You're not old, not big, and you have quite a bit of strength … "Little friend, since you're here, don't leave. Call your mother and have her come over to apologize!"

The moment Yang Chenglao finished his words, vulgar laughter sounded around him.

It was probably because Pei Feng looked too harmless, not only did Yang Chenglao not even stand up, his lackeys also looked at him with ridicule. Drinking, smoking, playing with knives, it was like watching a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Pei Feng looked around and smiled. Then, he slowly reached his right hand into his pocket.

The basement wasn't that big, it was only 40 square meters. Including Yang Chenglao, there were a total of 12 people, 3 of them were women.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Eight dollar coins were tossed in Pei Feng's hand and then dropped down, making a series of crisp sounds.

"It's impossible to compensate him with our lives."

He looked at Yang Chenglao with a faint smile and said lightly, "Unfortunately, I only have 8 coins with me, so I'll buy 8 lives first. One dollar, one life."

The whole basement quieted down as soon as he said that.

After a few seconds of silence, before Yang Chenglao could say anything, a robust hoodlum with a giant black skull tattooed on his back, who was bare-chested, suddenly stood up from the mahjong table.

Without even a word, with a "hu" sound, a pure steel baseball bat smashed towards his head with a sharp sound!

"You want to run over here and act cool? "Little bastard, I, your father, will buy your life first!"

"Crack!"

Pei Feng grabbed the baseball bat with one hand and with a pinch, his five fingers "sunk" into the baseball bat as if they were dough.

Seeing this strange scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Pei Feng was grabbing the head of a baseball bat.

A baseball bat made of pure steel. The scene of his hand 'sinking' in... It was truly unbelievable. In just a split-second, no one was able to regain their senses.

Before he could react, he felt his body become light and he somehow floated up. The next moment, Pei Feng's young and delicate face, which was completely harmless, was right in front of him. He was face to face with Pei Feng!

A delicate hand rested on his neck.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound like a broken pencil could be heard. The well-built thug's neck was bent at a weird angle and his head was hanging down on his right shoulder …

"Bang!"

The muscular man fell heavily onto the concrete floor, motionless like a dead dog.

"Ding!"

A dollar coin drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately landed on the sofa beside Yang Chenglao.

"First life, keep the money well."

The voice was indifferent, seeming to be without emotion. If the crowd felt that this voice was immature and lacked any imposing manner before, then now … It was absolutely horrifying!

The basement instantly exploded!

They were all people who were used to gang fights, and Yang Chenglao's subordinates weren't cowards either.

"F * ck you!" "I will chop you to death —!"

"Take him!" Kill him! "

"Let's attack together!"

"Xiaoli, block the door and don't let him out!"

"Hack him, chop him to death!"

Two minutes later, the basement was quiet.

The chandelier on the roof swung back and forth with a creaking sound.

Under the dim yellow light, the floor was littered with corpses and limbs. The room was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Yang Chenglao never got up from the sofa. However, at this moment, he … His face was drained of all color. His legs trembled like sieve chaff, as pale as paper, unable to stop.

Two women in revealing outfits were squatting in a corner of the basement, hugging each other. Below them … A pool of yellow liquid was spreading slowly.

The blonde tattooed lady who was guarding the door had completely collapsed on the ground.

She turned her head and pressed her body against the metal door, trembling all over. It was as if she wanted to squeeze her body into the metal door, constantly moving towards it.

Her skirt was already wet, and a sliver of yellow liquid was slowly flowing from her slender calves, dripping onto the concrete floor.

Of the 12 people, 8 died, leaving behind 1 man and 3 women. Other than Yang Chenglao, the other 3 women were all scared out of their wits.

No one could describe how bloody and horrifying the massacre that took place in the basement within the last two minutes was …

With Yang Chenglao as the leader of these thugs, ganging up and fighting was a common occurrence. However, they were only injured to the point of blood being shed, truly killing … None of them had ever done it, nor had they ever seen it.

But just now, they saw it!0

Except for the first thug, the other seven were all masochists. Not a single one of them was a complete corpse. They ripped, ripped, and severed their stomach and waist!

They simply could not imagine this demon-like, extremely savage and bloody method of killing … Would this young man, who looked young and delicate, who looked harmless, do it in front of them?

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the last dollar coin gently fell on the sofa beside Yang Chenglao.

It was only a slight touch of the coin and the sofa cloth, yet Yang Chenglao suddenly jumped up as if he was sitting on a pincushion, squatting on the back of the sofa while trembling.

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