"Li San?" Jin Yuan seemed to be trying to search for the face saved in his memory, and soon, he combined a somewhat unfamiliar face with the name, and immediately said indifferently. "You're quitting too? Want to start your own business? ”

"Can't you?" Lin Ze asked teasingly.

"Can you call the shots for Li San?" There was a strong chill in Jin Yuan's words. But for Lin Ze, there is no pressure at all.

"Yes." Lin Ze nodded.

"So—" Jin Yuan narrowed his eyes and said in a strange manner. "If you want to keep your field, bring 10 million each. You're on your own! ”

"Ten million?" Thunderous thunder. "Just take most of the half year's turnover, why don't you grab it?"

"It's okay if you don't take it. Leave the yard behind, pack up and fuck off! Jin Yuan shouted coldly.

"Why?" Vigorously scolded angrily.

"I am Jin Yuan!" Jin Yuan Huo Ran got up, mixed with a gloomy aura, his eyes looked directly at the force, and he said viciously. "Any comments?"

Dali was shocked by Jin Yuan's domineering aura. His lips twitched a few times, and he didn't know how to answer for a while. His eyes secretly swept towards Lin Ze, and he saw that his expression was as usual, and he was not affected by Jin Yuan at all. I can't help but feel a little more confident. He dared to shout with Jin Yuan because he had obtained some extremely valuable secret information. Otherwise, with more than 100 little bastards in his hands, where would he have the courage?

So, I'm afraid Lin Ze also has enough confidence to call Ban Jinyuan, right?

"I won't give you money." Lin Ze said word for word. "I won't give you a field. What are you going to do? ”

This sentence not only made Jin Yuan stunned, but even Dali next to him felt that his mouth was a little bitter. Although he was arrogant, he also planned to pay a sum of money to Jin Yuan, after all, this field was originally taken by him from Jin Yuan. He was dissatisfied because Jin Yuan wanted too much. But if you don't give a point, you just want to occupy the field. I never thought of this kind of deviant deed.

But this guy who suddenly appeared was straightforward.

Jin Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, his gaze was like a knife shooting at Lin Ze, he clenched his teeth, and almost jumped out of his teeth to say a sentence: "You repeat what you just said again!" ”

"There is no money, and there is no field, what do you want to do?" Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a smooth and natural tone.

"Take him!"

Jin Yuan roared violently, and two men with iron faces emerged from behind him, rushing towards Lin Ze at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Ze took a long time to puff out a puff of smoke, and when the two of them rushed over, the cigarette butt popped out between his fingers, burning one person's eyes. The body also moved forward, and the knee pressed against the other person's lower abdomen.

Smack!

Another kick covering his eyes, the two of them lunging forward and falling backwards at the same time.

Thump.

The two of them fell to the ground together, lying on the ground screaming and moaning, looking extremely miserable.

Spicy and vicious methods, Lin Zefu shocked the big bastards present as soon as he made a move. Anyone knows that there are very few people on the road who can have this kind of force value. Including the big bastards who rely on ruthlessness to get to the top, they will never dare to fight alone with Lin Ze.

Of course, even if they were to be placed side by side, no one would want to.

It didn't make it difficult for us, why fight? On the contrary, they hoped that Lin Ze could slap Jin Yuan hard to extinguish his arrogance.

Therefore, when Lin Ze beat Jin Yuan's two personal thugs, they sat on the chair and did not move.

Jin Yuan frowned deeply, looked at Lin Ze carefully, and said firmly: "Have you made up your mind to go against me?" ”

"It's so boring to do something right. I'm here for one purpose. Lin Ze lit a cigarette again, looked at Jin Yuan with a smile, and said slowly. Jin Yuan, you've been sitting on this chair for many years, haven't you? It's time for a substitution. ”

“――”

The big bastards who were sitting on the chair were shocked, replaced?

No matter what, they didn't expect that the situation would develop to this point, and everyone expected that Lin Ze and Dali would turn against Jin Yuan, and they would definitely attack each other and retaliate in the future. But--they definitely didn't expect Lin Ze to say such a thing. What does this mean? It means forcing the palace! Means usurpation!

Not to mention that these big bastards were stunned, Jin Yuan was furious, Rao was resisting Jin Yuan's strength with him, and he couldn't help but take a step back and keep a certain distance from him.

Damn it. Lao Tzu just wanted to make more money and eat more meat, but he didn't want to drive Jin Yuan off the throne. You dare, I don't dare-

On the other hand, Lin Ze stood proudly in the center of the reception room like a lonely hero, letting the smoke around him fill the room, and the scene was chaotic, just staring at Jin Yuan with a smile, as if waiting for his response.

"You-"

Jin Yuan was already speechless in shock. The main purpose of this meeting was to collect money, followed by redividing the field, but he never expected that Lin Ze would bite the gold halfway and mess up the whole situation. The situation has also become uncontrollable.

Jin Yuan laughed angrily, and pointed at Lin Ze with trembling arms: "Do you really want to drive me off this chair?" ”

"Don't say a good word twice." Lin Ze said lightly.

"Good! Okay very! Jin Yuan slammed the table and said angrily. I'd like to see if you really have what it takes! ”

With that, he clapped his palms, and more than a dozen knifemen immediately burst out of the side hall of the reception room, each holding a shiny blade in his hand. Just waiting for Jin Yuan to give the order, he pounced on Lin Ze and chopped Lin Ze into meat sauce.

Seeing the knife hand drilled out of the side hall, the big bastards also trembled slightly. I didn't expect it - Jin Yuan was always wary of making a mess when he paid the money, and he had already arranged the knife hand. Once these big bastards have different intentions, they will cut them all. While feeling cold, he was also worried about Lin Ze.

This kid seems to be skilled, but does he really have the ability to knock down these dozen swordsmen?

Lin Ze looked at the dozen or so knife hands who were sharpening their knives, and didn't say a word, just smoked the remaining half of the cigarette in one go, and said casually: "I heard that Jin Yuan is thick on the outside and thin on the inside, and the rumors are really true." I'm afraid these dozen knife players are the ace fighters you trained, right? ”

"So what?" Jin Yuan mocked coldly and arrogantly. "None of the people who are against me Jin Yuan have ever ended well."

"Maybe I'll be able to pull off a miracle." Lin Ze threw away the cigarette butt and took out a glossy knife from his waist. This knife was taken out by Lin Ze at 7 p.m. from the No. 108 safe in the building at No. 187 Quanhu Road, Xinhua Street, and this knife that Lin Ze used during the knife meeting has been sealed for three years.

And the knife shattered by the blood ghost is just a sharp weapon with fine workmanship.

In comparison, the knife in Lin Ze's hand was heavier and more murderous.

As soon as the knife appeared, the already complicated face of the middle-aged man with glasses standing behind Jin Yuan became even more excited. He recognized the knife! How can this knife be accessible to ordinary people?

It is clearly the royal knife of the small knife club that dominated one side back then!

And looking at the lines and patterns on this knife, it can only be held by the knife leader. Could it be that this young man in front of him is really-

In fact, the middle-aged man felt strange when Lin Ze stood up. He seemed to have seen this young man, but for a moment he couldn't think of where he had seen him, and he couldn't remember who he was.

Until this moment, as soon as Lin Zefu touched out the knife, his heart was shocked, and he remembered the knife club that dominated the party back then. Even the knife hidden behind the back will be a real dragon's head!

It's him!

The middle-aged man was determined to be the man standing in the reception room, who was the leader of the illustrious knife club back then!

However, why did he pretend to be Li San's younger brother? Why did he have to rush Jin Yuan to the next position? Did he think—

The middle-aged man's heart sank again and again, and at the end, he walked behind Jin Yuan and said softly: "Boss, you may not know who this young man is, right?" ”

"Who do I care who he is?!" Jin Yuan glared at the middle-aged man angrily and scolded. "If you go against me Jin Yuan, you will die!"

"But—" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said dejectedly. "He was the leader of the Little Knife Club back then, the little brother Lin who once gave countless bigwigs a headache!"

Jin Yuan's distorted face stiffened, and his eyes showed an incredible color, and immediately, he stared at Lin Ze with his gaze, and finally landed on the middle-aged man's face and asked. "Are you sure?"

"Maybe I can't remember Brother Xiaolin's face. But—" The middle-aged man looked directly at the knife in Lin Ze's hand. "I won't forget that handleless knife with a blade pattern engraved on its body!"

Jin Yuan was moved, and his face was covered with a layer of gloom, however, in an instant, he supported the armrest with one hand and said indifferently: "I don't care if the knife is the leader or not, and I don't care how powerful he is!" If you oppose me today, I'm going to kill him!" Above! ”

As soon as he gave the order, the dead soldier with the ticket of gold yuan rushed towards Lin Ze.

However, it was almost just a breath of time, and the two people who rushed to the front were cut throats. Bewitching blood splattered out and sprayed on the soft carpet.

Then - the reception room fell into endless silence again. It's eerily quiet.

The name of the Little Knife Club has been heard of by everyone present, and there are even a few old bastards who have also come into contact with the members of the Little Knife Club. Naturally, they know the power of the knife club. I also know that any member of the Little Knife Club is a sparse and ordinary thing to fight against three. It wouldn't be shocking for a member of the Knife Club to single-handedly take on seven or eight people.

At this moment, the blade in Lin Ze's hand appeared, and in just an instant, it shocked the dead soldiers who were left behind.

They are not afraid of death, but they will be afraid of knives. The man in front of him with a knife between his fingers was like a ghost, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, and the bewitching sneer on his face hit them straight into their chests.

The gang coaxed. Cowardly. Backed away.

Blood slid down from the blade, creating a treacherous picture. The bastards sat limply in their chairs, not daring to move. If at first they were reluctant to help Jin Yuan, now they dare not help Jin Yuan.

Even if the knife will fall for three years, the glory and heart-wrenching combat effectiveness created back then are all fresh in people's memories.

Some people are alive, he is dead. Some are dead, but he lives forever. The knife will undoubtedly belong to the latter. The knife will be the leader, and it undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

Three years ago, even Qiao Ba, the leader of the Southern District, did not dare to argue with the knife club head-on, and supported the insidious and cunning deeds of the game. How powerful and domineering is this for a cousin?

is just a gold yuan, in Lin Ze's eyes, he is really not a character!

At this moment, Lin Ze just glanced at the swordsmen indifferently, and said lightly: "Let's go, there is no need to die in vain." ”

"Bastard! If you don't hurry up, chop him up, a million each! Jin Yuan roared and went crazy, you know, these swordsmen are his last trump card. If they run away, Jin Yuan will never have a chance to turn the situation around.

So, he offered a sky-high price. One million is enough for a swordsman of this level to get out of this profession.

However, although the price is attractive, life is more important. No one wants to lose their life for money. No matter how Jin Yuan roared and struggled, the group of swordsmen slowly withdrew.

And Jin Yuan, like a deflated ball, slumped on the chair, his face pale.

Alas-

The middle-aged man beside him sighed lightly in his heart, glanced at Jin Yuan silently, and sneered: "Even if half of the big bastards present are against you, your situation may not be so desperate." It's a pity that this young man was the number one person in the Little Knife Club that year. Once he makes a move, I'm afraid he won't give you a chance to fight back! ”

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