Rebirth of the Urban Cultivator

The matter of tonight was caused by you. If you accompany my two brothers tonight and they can't stand up tomorrow, I will consider letting you go." Brother Le said lightly, enduring the severe pain in his arm.

Du Juan looked at the 200-jin fat man, his body softened, and he collapsed on the ground again.

"Brother Le, I am fair. Boy, you kowtow ten times and smash ten bottles on your head, and today's matter will be written off... Otherwise, I will break your hands and feet, I will find your family, I will kill your whole family, and let your family be destroyed!" Brother Le stared at Li Xiaodao and said.

"What do you want to do?" Several classmates who followed Li Xiaodao rushed in and stood beside him, fearing that Xiaodao would suffer.

Mushroom-headed man found a fruit knife from somewhere and pretended to be fierce, looking at the middle-aged men sitting on the sofa fiercely.

"Kid, are you going to make the bottle explode or not? Are you going to kowtow or not? If it's any later, we won't be patient." The man in the white shirt spoke at this time.

"Brother Le!" The door opened again.

The man in the black suit walked in with several strong men in black suits with cocks bulging.

The people who came in this time made Li Xiaodao's face change.

"The boss of the Sickle Gang - the Sickle of the God of Death: Wu Gang!" Li Xiaodao had seen the terrifying scene of Wu Gang's Sickle Gang chopping people at Long Mengru's birthday party on the 39th floor of Jingtian Hotel.

The scene of broken hands and feet at that time scared him and also made his adrenaline soar, and he was extremely envious.

However, when he saw Wu Gang today, his heart was like falling into an ice cellar, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The Sickle Gang, one of the three major gangs in Longcheng, is the sickle of the god of death, harvesting all lives.

When Wu Gang saw Li Xiaodao, he felt like he had seen him before, but he only remembered Zhou Yi at that time, not the little kid next to Zhou Yi!

"Brother Le, whether to cut off their hands or their feet, it's up to you." As he spoke, the four strong men under his command pulled out the sickles from their waists.

The bright sickles flashed dazzlingly under the light.

Mushroom-headed and yellow-haired men only felt trembling all over, and their lips trembled constantly.

"Sickle Gang?"

Mushroom-headed looked at Xiaodao with horror.

Xiaodao's face was pale. He had just hit Brother Le with a bottle, which was a moment of anger, but now, seeing the real gangster, his legs couldn't help but go weak.

The only remaining reason told him that he couldn't kowtow to admit his mistakes, absolutely not. A man only kneeled to his parents and mentors in his life, how could he kneel and kowtow to outsiders?

For men, kowtow and apologize is the most insulting behavior in the world, right?

The four little girls were also trembling with fear. They were all good students. When had they ever seen such a horrible scene?

"Hey, that dimple, come and have a drink with uncle, and today's matter will be over..." The fat man's eyes swept over the student girl who was dressed up beside him for a while, and then swept his eyes to the four young girls.

"If you don't drink, they will all be beaten to death. If you drink, they can leave..." The fat man coaxed.

The dimple girl gritted her teeth, dodged the knife and grabbed her hand, picked up the wine glass on the stage and drank it all.

"Come here, you..." The fat man laughed and pulled the dimple into his arms. The dimple was frightened and cried out, and bit his wrist hard.

The fat man was angry and slapped the dimple to the ground.

"I'll fight you..." The mushroom head rushed up.

He was kicked away by Wu Gang and spat out a stream of blood.

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"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I'll apologize to you!"

Xiaodao glanced at Sister Du Juan, who had already collapsed by the door. This intimate elder sister of hers looked at him viciously. He felt cold in his heart and trembled, saying, "I kowtow to you, and hope Brother Le will forgive us. Brother Le, you are so generous. We will never dare to do it again. Please let us go..."

He closed his eyes, tears rolled out of his eyes, he trembled and knelt down slowly.

Brother Le smiled, threw a bottle in his white shirt, and the bottle exploded in front of Xiaodao, and the ground was full of glass shards.

The 200-pound fat man saw this and smiled. He looked at the dimple girl and licked his tongue.

The moment Xiaodao knelt down, he suddenly felt that he couldn't kneel down at all. It seemed that a pair of invisible big hands were holding him up and preventing him from kneeling down.

Moreover, from far away, there was a voice coming in. The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"My brother Zhou Yi, I only kneel to thank my parents for raising me..."

"Don't kneel to the sky!"

"Don't kneel to the earth!"

"Don't kneel to the gods and Buddhas in the sky!"

"If the sky makes you kneel, I want this sky to collapse!"

"If the earth makes you kneel, I want this earth to sink!"

"If the gods and Buddhas make you kneel, I will make those gods and Buddhas in the sky disappear into thin air!"

The voice was like the Buddhist chanting, the lingering sound was lingering, and the ears of people were buzzing.

"The boss's voice?"

"The boss is coming?"

Li Xiaodao couldn't believe his ears, but at this moment, he burst into tears.

The boss is coming! The boss is coming!

"Brother Yi!" The mushroom-headed boy looked around in surprise, but couldn't see where Zhou Yi was.

"Zhou Yi?" The little girl in the class said in surprise, but then realized that even if Zhou Yi came, what would happen? Wouldn't it be the same result?

"Top scholar!" The girl with dimples seemed to feel the power and stood up.

"Boss! Is that you? Boss." Li Xiaodao shouted.

"Boss?" Du Juan was startled and shocked. Was it the boss Xiaodao was talking about?

The door finally opened and Zhou Yi walked in slowly.

"Wu Gang, do you know that Xiaodao is my brother?" Zhou Yi walked in, not looking at other people, staring at Wu Gang coldly.

Wu Gang felt the pressure like a mountain. He finally remembered who that boy was. He was the boy who followed Zhou Yi last time. No wonder he felt familiar.

"I don't know!"

Wu Gang replied timidly, sweat on his forehead.

What kind of power would a teenager who could challenge the entire powerful class and a teenager who could be sent off by all the big guys have?

He is a master of the underworld, but the underworld is just a chamber pot for powerful people.

"If you know that Xiaodao is my brother and you still treat him like this, then tomorrow, including you, the Sickle Gang will completely disappear in Longcheng."

"Since you don't know, you cut off one arm and I will spare your life!" Zhou Yi said lightly.

"Hiss!" As soon as Zhou Yi's voice came out, the atmosphere in the whole room dropped to freezing point.

How dare someone talk to the boss of the sickle gang like this?

Is he really tired of living?

The 200-pound fat man was angry. In his life, who would not be respectful and polite to him?

He threw the bottle in his hand at Zhou Yi and shouted: "Boy, you want to die, right?"