830: C830 My Apologies

C830 My Apologies

"It's not too late to know now."

Looking at Eight-shaped Mustache who looked like he had eaten sh * t, Lin Fann sighed, "This is the helper you asked for?"

"Lin Fann, you …" "Don't be so arrogant."

When he finally confirmed that Deng Qifa was really calling Young Master Lin, Eight-shaped Mustache felt that this matter was terrible.

What a bullsh * t martial arts master, he was clearly a scum.

He actually couldn't even beat Lin Fann, and he still had to bow and bow to Lin Fann, which was why he came looking for him.

"I'll cripple your right hand. Do you want me to cripple your left hand?"

Ignoring the moustache man's curse, Lin Fann looked at Deng Qifa and said, "I think this shop is pretty good. What do you think?"

"Young Master Lin, I know what to do."

Deng Qifa heard the meaning behind Wu Tie's words and threw a punch towards Eight-shaped Mustache's stomach.

Saliva came out of his mouth, and the moustache man kneeled on the ground while screaming miserably.

"Kong Family spent a high price to invite you to come and take charge. You … "You …"

Clutching his stomach in pain, the moustache man spurted out a mouthful of blood, "If the Patriarch knew, you, you're dead."

"Young Master Lin, I'll have a private chat with him."

With that, Deng Qifa dragged the moustache man towards the back of the house.

"Do you know what a strategy is?"

Pointing at Lin Fann outside, he swore loudly: "To tell you the truth, I'm no match for Lin Fann. My right hand was destroyed by him."

"People like me are no match for him, let alone an ordinary person like you."

His voice grew even colder: "There is only one path in front of us right now, and that is to pretend to compromise before asking for your Kong Family for help."

Cough cough …

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the moustache man shouted, "You, as a martial arts master, are actually afraid of a kid. Now you're asking me to compromise? Don't you think it's funny?"

"Not funny at all, if you don't want to die."

Sighing, Deng Qifa took out a blank transfer agreement from the drawer: "If we don't even have our lives left, then no matter how much more we say, it would be useless. What we have to do now is to protect our lives."

In front of Lin Fann, he no longer had any thoughts of resisting.

In front of the hidden strength, Bright Strength only meant being abused. As long as Lin Fann wanted, he could take his life at any time.

In this kind of inevitable situation, it was already clear what the choice was.

"Master, is this really a reinforcement strategy?"

The moustache man was moved by Deng Qifa's words and began to waver: "We'll deal with Lin Fann after we settle this matter?"

"Yes, that's it."

After putting the pen into the moustache man's hand, Deng Qifa replied, "No matter how amazing Lin Fann is, he's still just a single person. When the time comes, I'll find a friend to come and kill him."

"Master, I feel much more at ease with your words."1

Without thinking any further, the moustache man signed his name to Party A and pressed a finger mark on it.

"Very good, this should be enough."

After blowing dry the red finger mark on side A, Deng Qifa nodded in satisfaction: "Ok, feel at ease and leave."

Upon hearing these words, the moustache man, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, felt his heart skip a beat and suddenly widened his eyes.

However, the next moment, his head tilted and he burped. In the last second before his death, he didn't even understand what had happened.

"If you tell me about my matter with Kong Family, how am I going to deal with it in the future?"

Looking at the moustache man who died with grievance, Deng Qifa coldly snorted and said, "But at least you deserved to die. At least you helped me out greatly."

He took the transfer agreement that he had signed and printed with his fingers and returned to the hall to hand it to Lin Fann.

"Young Master Lin, this is my apology. Please accept it."

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