Devil Fruit of the City

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Office of Justice Finance Co., Ltd.

A heavy crimson desk with a desktop computer and two telephones on the desk. A boss chair, and two chairs opposite. A row of sofas, a coffee table. This is the furnishings of this office, everything is very simple.

At this time, the office was brightly lit. Sitting in the boss chair was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt, a black suit, and a successful person's dress.

I am probably used to living a good life. It seems a little puffy. He has a double chin. There is a thick and big gold chain hanging on his neck. The buttons on the shirt are still open. There seems to be a green dragon tattoo on the chest. On the top, it feels a bit nondescript.

He sat there steadily, looking blankly at Shen Tubao who was standing in front of his desk, with a dignified and majestic manner.

Next to the middle-aged man stood two men who looked like door gods. He was sturdy, with the same expressionless face, but he seemed to have a bulging murder weapon off his waist, with awe-inspiring murderous aura.

There are three or four guys in the room, very sturdy, sitting on that row of sofas with a golden sword, or lifting Erlang’s legs, or picking toothpicks, or smoking a cigarette, or closing their eyes to rest. Very pleasant.

Outside the office, there were two guards standing with solemn expressions, seven or eight people inside and out, as if they were trying to protect this place like an iron bucket.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing here? Are you borrowing money?" After a long time, the middle-aged man sitting in the boss's chair asked slowly.

"No, Brother Gou, I'm here to give money." Shen Tubao looked at the surrounding environment, feeling very depressed, swallowed, and said cautiously.

"Send money?" The man called Brother Dog chuckled.

"Yes." Shen Tubao nodded affirmatively, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "As long as Brother Dog can help me, all my property is yours."

The middle-aged man couldn't deny it and said, "Mr. Shen, I think you made a mistake. We are a financial company here. We are doing serious business, not doing messy things."

Hearing these words, Shen Tubao's face slowly turned cold, he sneered, and said: "Mad dog, don't you think that you can bleach a company if you start a company. Everyone in the county doesn't know which green onion you are. Your uncle, if you want to be a bitch, don’t set up an archway. I have eaten more salt than you have ever drunk."

A man sitting on the sofa huffed and stood up, pointed at Shentubao’s nose, and yelled: "You are paralyzed, which onion are you, where is there so much nonsense, don’t you want to live anymore? You old thing, Do you want me to send you to see your grandpa right away, what do you want to do? Can you control it?!"

"Yes, that is, while you go, the old thing is too long to live, so you should dig a hole and bury yourself, don't come out to be embarrassed." Several grandsons next to him also drank.

The mad dog glanced at Shen Tubao, a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes, and he gave a cold snort and did not answer.

"Hahahaha..." Shen Tubao smiled, laughing loudly and wildly.

After a long time, the people around him were quiet, he stopped laughing, his eyes flashed coldly, and the corners of his mouth were sneered. He said, "Mad dog, since I'm here, I'm not afraid of you playing tricks. Others are afraid of you. , Lao Tzu is not afraid!"

The mad dog's eyes condensed, and he held the handle of the chair tightly. The blue veins were violent, and his eyes stared at Shen Tubao. When the man next to him saw this, his nerves became tense, as if waiting for the mad dog's order. Do it now.

Shen Tubao completely ignored the movements of the mad dog, and said to himself: "I am alone and have worked hard for decades in the county town. Although I am not rich and wealthy, it can be regarded as small savings, houses, bank deposits, storefronts, The stocks and so on add up to five or six million."

"You said, if I use this money to issue a chasing order with six million bonuses to kill your mad dog, do you think you will survive tomorrow? A mad dog!"

Hearing these words, the mad dog's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled without speaking, but his clenched fist loosened.

Six million? Not to mention six million, even if it is sixty thousand yuan, there will be a lot of desperate gangsters rushing to kill him mad dogs, and sometimes people's lives are so worthless.

Don't look at the fact that his mad dog claims to have thousands of thugs in the county town. That is just a boastful number. Except for some unsophisticated students, some students who follow bad studies, the real core thugs, one or two hundred, is already pretty good.

And there are only a dozen bodyguards who often surround him to protect him. That is to say, if there is a professional killer who is determined to kill him, one bullet will suffice.

What's more, if there is the temptation of six million bonuses, he really can't guarantee that his subordinates will be moved by someone who chooses to kill him for the money.

The two bodyguards standing next to the mad dog heard this and took a breath. That was six million! Their monthly salary is only 10,000 yuan.

I usually eat and drink, plus shopping, I leave my family with living expenses and so on. The amount of money saved in a year is 50,000 or 60,000, which is already very frugal.

In other words, it will take them at least a hundred years to accumulate this money~www.readwn.com~ Once they have this money, they will have a lifetime of wealth.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the two of them involuntarily shrank, and they both wondered in their hearts: As long as you kill a person, you can have so much money, will they do it?

And the four guys sitting on the sofa didn't dare to continue clamoring. If this old man really gave out this chasing order, needless to say, his boss mad dog would definitely be dead.

If their boss dies, they will probably not end well.

"You are not afraid, I am here to kill you." The mad dog licked his dry lips and looked at Shen Tubao with scarlet eyes.

"Hey, you try, I have already arranged it before you come." Shen Tubao didn't care at all, "I don't want to live anymore. It seems good to drag one or two people back."

The mad dog suffocated his tone, damn, this **** old madman, how could I be so unlucky? !

The so-called horizontal one is afraid of death. This old man is a bad life and is not afraid of death at all. His so-called methods are not universal. If he is tougher, it will definitely be him who suffers.

In short, you can't reason with a lunatic.

"Haha, Lao Shen, I was joking just now, don't care, what's the matter with you, just tell me. If I can do it, try my best to help you." Thinking of this, the mad dog had to show an amiable smile. , Damn, first comfort this old guy, don't let this old guy go crazy here.

Although his nickname is a mad dog, it does not mean that he is a fool, and he exchanges his life with a madman. That is a behavior that a fool can only do. He has a lot of good times to enjoy.

After listening, Shen Tubao said solemnly: "Brother Dog, I only need you to do one thing for me, then the money is yours, and I won't continue to embarrass you in the future."