Kim Won died.

Dali carried his body in a sack that he had found nowhere, and dragged it out of the reception room with one hand. Although he didn't witness Jin Yuan's tragic situation, it still made the big bastards present panic and sit still.

They knew that Jin Yuan was dying in the young man who was sitting in the chair that originally belonged to Jin Yuan. The leading brother of the knife club. The mood is quite complicated, whether to be happy or angry.

Jin Yuan died, and they lost a strong backer. They don't know how to go on in the future. He could only look blankly at Lin Ze, this ruthless young man.

"Now we can talk about it, right?" Lin Ze lit a cigarette and glanced at everyone present.

"Brother Xiaolin, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. We have nothing to say about what we can do. An old bastard said heroically. But in these heroic words, there is another meaning: what cannot be done, we will definitely not do.

Lin Ze didn't know the subtext of this big bastard, and he didn't mind, and said with a smile: "From now on, this seat will be sat by Scar, and you don't want to do things under Scar, so you can stand up for yourself with the field you got from Jin Yuan." If you are willing, you will also make money with the field you get from Jin Yuan. But nominally, you're in charge of the scar - or rather, the knife is in charge. ”

Hearing this, there was an uproar below.

Will the knife be in charge?

In other words, the young man sitting on the dragon chair intends to reorganize the Little Knife Society?

If that's the case, these big bastards naturally don't want to stand on their own! You must know that after setting up your own portal, you have to rely on yourself for everything, and you have no backing and no backstage. If you are bullied, no one will help you get justice. This is also the reason why they were exploited by Jin Yuan and swallowed their anger. It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, although these big bastards have been trying to make things happen all along. But without Jin Yuan's care, they may not be able to mix better.

So as soon as Lin Ze's words came out, these big bastards were tempted.

But they still want to find out whether there is an essential difference between today's knife club and the knife club of the past. And will this knife leader control the situation in this area? And finally, how much money will he take? Is it the same as the gold dollar, or is it more than the gold dollar?

You get what you pay for, and they naturally value Lin Ze more than Jin Yuan. After all, this young man can force Jin Yuan to death if he breaks into the tiger's den alone. This courage alone is not comparable to the average big brother.

Self-reliance or joining the Knife Club? The only question is how much money to pay.

"Brother Xiaolin, the only question we have now is how much money to pay." Another veteran bastard said with a little hesitation. "After all, there are a lot of brothers who have mixed rice in their hands. In the past, Jin Yuan exploited too much, and many of our brothers had a difficult life, so in this regard-"

"As much as Jin Yuan takes, the scar is only half of it." Lin Ze waved his hand magnanimously.

There was another uproar below.

Halfway?

Is it really that good? Or is this simply a conspiracy, and this unfathomable Xiaolin brother has other plans?

Even the veteran bastards who were present had never seen Lin Ze, and they had heard about him. The huge road figures in Huaxin City, except for a very small number of internal members of the Little Knife Society who have seen Lin Ze, there are only road heroes like Qiao Ba. So they don't know much about this Xiaolin brother's style. I don't know if this knife leader is a big brother or a black-bellied man who likes to play with conspiracy.

"Brother Xiaolin, you shouldn't fool us, right? Really only pay half? At this time, after disposing of Jin Yuan's body, Dali also ran back. asked with a shy face.

"The knife will not do the thing of killing chickens and eggs, the more you earn, the more Scar will earn. Even you don't have enough food and clothing, what will you make money with a knife? Lin Ze let out a puff of smoke, quite like a big brother on the road, and smiled. The annual division of the site has also been changed to vigorously say, there is no need to bid for evil surnames, and profits and losses are at your own risk, but the annual share of money must be handed over on time. If you can't make money, don't blame the field for being bad, if you can't do this business, change your career as soon as possible, and if you use vigor, don't occupy the pit and don't. ”

Seeing that the legendary Brother Xiaolin actually used his own words, he couldn't help but feel hot on his face, and he was quite shy.

And Lin Ze's words also greatly gave confidence to these big bastards, according to what Lin Ze said, then they will be much better in the future. For the long-term development of their own fields and neighborhoods, they only pay half of the gold dollars, and they are under the banner of the Little Knife Society - it is difficult not to make a fortune!

All the big bastards chatted politely to Lin Ze, completely forgetting that the smiling young man in front of him had just forced their previous boss to death not long ago.

Fauber said that now there is no righteousness in the Tao, and everything is based on interests. To paraphrase an old-fashioned sentence, this is no longer the same as it was back then.

Lin Ze was convinced by Fubo's words, and he still had the illusion of zero point of one. Or rather, there are indeed righteous brothers around Lin Ze.

The priest, the butcher, and the little black who was far away in Europe and took over the task of his nine deaths - these people were the only friends and brothers around Lin Ze.

After the big bastards negotiated with Lin Ze, they left one after another, but they stayed vigorously. Lin Ze, who was drinking tea, glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Why don't you celebrate with those big bastards?" ”

"It's boring, they drink too much." With a shy face, he walked in front of Lin Ze, which was very different from the righteous and awe-inspiring appearance at the beginning, and said flatteringly. "Brother Xiaolin, can you please do me a favor?"

"As long as it's not a crime offense, I can help if I can." Lin Ze said seriously.

"-" He twitched the corners of his mouth vigorously, and immediately took out a paper and pen from his butt pocket like magic, handed them to Lin Ze, and said shyly. "Can you sign me? It would be great if you could write the words of the knife club. ”

When Lin Ze heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "You just have a piece of paper?" I'm afraid I won't be able to sign it. After that, he signed it like graffiti on the paper, and wrote the words of the knife club: The knife is now, see you in the rivers and lakes.

It's a very simple word, but every time you recite this sentence, your blood will boil. To be honest, when he embarked on this path, ninety percent of them were influenced by a knife. In his opinion, it was definitely a great honor to be a member of the Little Knife Society.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Ze was eating a supper that was strongly invited, and received a call from Scar. Scar, along with his sworn brother, has completely cleared the territory of Jin Yuan. The hardships are not listed one by one, but in the end, Scar still proudly told Lin Ze that the reputation of the Little Knife Society is still there, and when some people heard that the Little Knife Society planted a flag, those brothers immediately defected to Scar. And after those big bastards left the club, they also let the people below join the Little Knife Club. For a while, the news of the resurgence of the knife swept through the northern district, and even the bigwigs in the southern district changed their colors.

The momentum is quite impressive.

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In a slightly luxurious study, the lights are bright, and the interior of the room is extremely antique, which is quite a bit of a strong ink and bookish fragrance. The middle-aged man on the chair was wearing a Zhongshan suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and his fair face did not leave the slightest trace of the pig-killing knife of the years. There is a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose that he wears when he reads, the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked with an arc, and he wears a string of Buddhist beads on his right wrist, which looks slightly elegant. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scholar who has been immersed in silver and simple culture for many years and has attained high attainments.

But on the South District Road of Huaxin City, even in the business and political circles, everyone knows about this black and white underground overlord - Qiao Ba.

He was forty-eight years old, but since he was eighteen years old, he has devoted himself to the Tao and engaged in filthy deeds. At the age of 20, he planted a flag with a dozen brothers in an entertainment street in the Southern District. Along the way, he has been full of ambition and full of ambition. It's even more destitute. Until now, he has become a big brother and a hero-level figure on the road in the southern district.

It is rumored on the road that he was responsible for the violent death of the leader of the North District last year, but the brother of the leader could not find evidence, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow this evil breath.

"Are you sure it's him?" Qiao Ba put down the scroll in his hand, took off his glasses, and glanced at Li Si with those seemingly clear, but actually bottomless eyes.

Li Si was swept away by Qiao Ba's soul-scaring eyes, and immediately got goosebumps all over his body, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes, boss." The knife and appearance are similar to those of those years, but they are more mature and decisive than back then. Liston paused, and said apprehensively. He also asked me to give you a message that I had time to get together and drink tea. ”

The corners of Qiao Ba's mouth flashed with a treacherous smile, and he said in a low voice: "He is the same as back then, he is still so straightforward." ”

"Boss-" Li Si glanced at Qiao Ba hesitantly and said tentatively. "Why don't we gather people to give him again-" Li Si didn't finish his words, but the action of the void made Qiao Ba understand his intentions.

"Not even the blood ghosts can kill him. Who else can you go to? Qiao Ba frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to dwell on this issue, and said lightly. As long as he doesn't make much of a move, don't meddle. Do the tasks I gave you with peace of mind, and don't waste your energy thinking about the rest. ”

"But he's a knife after all—"

"Nothing." Qiao Ba opened his lips slightly and said indifferently. "Three years ago, I was able to destroy the Little Knife Club like Zhongtian, and now the butcher kills pigs, the priest kills people, and Lin Ze, who came out of prison, is only a bodyguard for the children of rich families. What else can be done? The knife club may have some weight in the hearts of those big brothers, in my eyes, but Erer. ”

As Qiao Ba's staff and think tank, Li Si has the obligation to strangle any existence that threatens the boss in the cradle. But since the boss spoke personally, he didn't say much.

For a moment, the study fell into an eerie silence.

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