Chapter 52: Survival is not shabby The younger brothers of the Number Gang stepped forward one after another to put pressure on them, and some even picked up weapons. It seemed that as long as Lin Zehao didn't agree, they would rush over and chop him into meat paste. Brother Jia Qian and Luo Tianhong looked at each other and prepared to fight if the talks failed. Lin Zehao still didn't move, not even raising his eyelids, and said, "So what about Tuen Mun? It's sunny?" "Or are all your people Shuhua Xinlijia, T800, invincible." "I don't believe you dare to touch a hair on my head, get lost!" As he spoke, Lin Zehao picked up the toothpick on the table, picked his teeth casually, and threw it directly into Zhuzuihong's teacup. According to the rules of the underworld, when one party is arguing, throwing a toothpick into the other party's teacup means the fight has begun. If the toothpick is picked out of the teacup, it means acceptance, and both parties can prepare for war. On the contrary, if you don't dare to accept the challenge, you need to drink the tea in the cup.
Zhuzui Hong was about to speak when he saw Lin Zehao lift up his windbreaker and take out a foldable Beretta 412 with a section of the barrel sawed off. Almost in the blink of an eye, Lin Zehao assembled it and put the muzzle of the gun against Zhuzuihong's forehead. "Come on, now you can tell me what you want to talk about." Seeing this, Luo Tianhong drew out his eight-sided Han sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the brothers of the Number Gang. Brother Jia Qian's movements were a little slower. He also drew out the short knife from his waist and stared at his younger brothers' hands and feet. Once there is any unusual movement, make sure to cut off their tendons in their hands and feet immediately. The younger brothers of the Number Gang wanted to step forward, but they were afraid of the trolls on the boss' forehead, as well as Luo Tianhong and Jia Qiange who were eyeing them covetously, so they could only stay put. "talk!" "Why didn't you say anything?" "Weren't you very loud just now?" Lin Zehao stood up and looked down at Zhuzuihong. Zhuzuihong was very well-behaved. He placed his hands obediently on the table, with beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his face. The old ceiling fan above my head was still spinning in circles, making a buzzing sound. Swallowing his saliva, Zhu Zuihong said nervously: "Weilonghao, Brother Hao, don't be impulsive. There is no deep hatred between us, so it won't be like this..." "That bastard Tyrannosaurus dared to tease your woman. He deserves to be put to death. He always harms decent women. I have wanted to clean up the mess for a long time." "Brother Hao, put down your gun first, we can talk about anything." Facing the cold muzzle of the gun, Zhuzui Hong had already thrown his face aside. If there weren't so many people around, he might have knelt down. Compared with life, face is nothing. "You guys are always like this. When I want to talk to you politely, you act like you are worth a fortune, saying that something is wrong here or there."
"You have to put a gun to your head before you can speak the truth." "Tell me, is this a slut?" Lin Zehao patted Zhuzuihong's fat face, only to feel his hands were covered in grease, and he rubbed it with a look of disgust. Even though he was humiliated like this, Zhuzui Hong still didn't dare to move and could only force himself to force out an ugly smile. "That's right, Brother Hao is right, I am a slut, please don't bear grudges, please don't hold grudges against me." At this time, whoever has a gun is the boss. In order to survive, it's not shameful to give in. Although the brothers of the Number Gang were very angry, they had no choice but to look at Lin Zehao with resentment. Lin Zehao put the Beretta on the table to make sure he could get it as soon as possible. He then changed the subject and said, "Actually, everyone who comes out to fight is looking for money, don't you think?" "Yes, Brother Hao is right. Everyone is looking for money. There is no need to fight and kill." Since Wei Longhao gave him a way out, Zhu Zuihong immediately took advantage of the situation and agreed repeatedly. "Now I won't use the gun. Let me ask you again, how do we deal with the Tyrannosaurus?" Lin Zehao raised his eyebrows, and his fingers seemed to casually stroke the gun body with a playful smile. Seeing this, one of the Number Gang's brothers became restless and moved slowly, intending to grab the gun. The next second, a cold voice sounded. "If I were you, I would immediately dismiss this dangerous idea." Luo Tianhong was seen holding a sword in one hand and grabbing the man's throat with the other. "If you don't know the rules, don't embarrass me here!" Zhu Zui Hong quickly reprimanded his younger brother, then turned around and apologized to Lin Zehao, "Brother Hao, this is what the mother monkey meant. The people below don't know the rules." Lin Zehao waved his hands, Luo Tianhong understood immediately and let go. "Cough cough cough..." The younger brother coughed and stepped back, not daring to think about snatching the gun anymore. "Zhu Zui Hong, I'm not trying to pick a fight, it's just that there are too many people under you who don't know the rules." "It seems that you, as the boss, never taught them what the rules are." "I'll ask you one last time, how do we deal with the Tyrannosaurus?" Lin Zehao stretched out his left hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and tapped the table with a certain rhythm. With every knock, Zhu Zuihong's heart beat faster. If he continued to be knocked, he would probably have a heart attack. "Brother Hao, you are awesome, you are worthy of being the winner and the strong man, I admire you!" "Tyrannosaurus really deserves to die. I, Dezidui, will enforce the family rules and clean up the mess."
After saying that, Zhuzui Hong didn't waste any more words. He just picked up the teacup with the toothpick thrown in it and drank it all in one gulp. According to the rules of the underworld, this means that he does not dare to fight and is admitting defeat. Although Tyrannosaurus died and Zhuzui Hong had a hard time explaining it, it was better than being shot by Weilonghao. Lin Zehao threw the Beretta to Jia Qian who was standing beside him, clapped his hands, and said, "There is no shortage of people who dare to risk their lives and act ruthlessly in this world." "As everyone knows, it is easy to move forward, but it is difficult to retreat bravely. Those who can bow their heads are even more difficult." "Zhu Zui Hong, even though you are fat like a pig, you are actually very smart." These words made Jia Qiange behind him nod his head, put away his two swords, and said sarcastically: "Zhu Zui Hong, if you had been so sensible earlier, you wouldn't be in this situation now." Luo Tianhong sheathed his sword without saying a word, but he did not relax at all. Zhu Zui Hong quickly took advantage of the situation and said with a flattering smile, "Awu, look at what you said. I was also deceived by the villain. Brother Hao and I are acquainted with each other through fighting." "Brother Hao, let me treat you today. Let's get drunk together. This will be considered as an apology to you." Lin Zehao waved his hand and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but you also know that I have a lot of things to deal with recently." "Then, if you have the chance to come to Yau Tsim Mong in the future, I will treat you to a one-stop massage." These words made Zhu Zuihong so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, with the corners of his mouth stretched all the way to his ears, just like Zhu Bajie carrying Cuilan on his back. If Wei Longhao treated everyone to a massage, it would make him look so proud if this got out! "However, although I can't drink today, I can do business. I wonder if you are interested?" (End of this chapter)