It was the first time Wood had embarrassed himself since his success.

He slammed a vase to the ground, his so-called gentlemanly demeanor long lost in his furious movements, and his meticulous hair hung haphazardly, as if he had just experienced a storm. Streams of heat erupted from his slightly closed mouth, and he gasped, took a few steps back, and sat down on a chair in the pantry. The delicate waistcoat button was also broken, and the collar of the high-end shirt was torn open in a large piece, revealing some black chest hair, and he looked like a wounded beast hiding in a corner.

He was threatened and tried to fight back, and when he proposed to Ernst and Karul that everyone should work together to bring down those who did not follow the rules, Ernst was unexpectedly silent, and so was Karul. How could Wood, who had been fighting with them for more than ten years, not guess their thoughts, they, like the people outside, were waiting for him to show his tiredness, show his weak side, and then tear him to shreds.

How can two people, or even one person, dominate the happiness of a city divided up a city by three people? Wood knew a few years ago that the so-called "Big Three" would have a war in the future, and the reason why they kept the peace was not because of bullshit rules, but because they lacked an opportunity to go to war.

Now, the opportunity for war has arisen.

Once he can't handle this matter well, let everyone know that "Woodcutter Wood" is still the thug who dared to cut people into pieces with an axe, and those people dare to become thugs and divide him.

It's easy to think, but it's not easy to do. Just as Wood was about to prove that he was still some way from "The Old," he suddenly realized that he knew nothing about his opponent.

How many people there are on the other side, he doesn't know.

Who are the main members of the other party, he only knows a reckless man named Graff.

What the other party plans now, he doesn't know.

He knew almost nothing about his own opponents. What's worse is that he doesn't know how to start!

Years of "gentleman" career made him almost forget that he was a thug, a bloody "woodcutter". He used the same things of high society to decorate his façade like a church, and even he himself almost became a monk in the church. Suddenly, he returned to the time when his life was hanging by a thread and fighting for his life with others, and his first feeling was that he was uncomfortable, and there was a kind of uneasiness that made his heart beat rapidly.

His trembling hand took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out one, and lit it for himself. His hesitant eyes gradually became fierce in the smoke, and he threw the few remaining cigarette butts on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and removed the logging axe that had been hanging behind the door of the storage room, and carried it in his hand.

When I opened the door to the storage room, there were quite a few people standing outside. These people were his men, including his relatives, his friends, and his assistants who accompanied him from hell to heaven. His eyes were very determined, as if on that night many years ago, he had never been so sure of one thing - we were invincible!

Many old people were excited, especially when they saw the logging axe in Wood's hand, their blood seemed to boil at this moment, whether they were sitting or lying down, they all stood up and gathered around. They didn't make a sound, just surrounded Wood in the middle, looking at him with trust and adoration.

At this moment, Wood felt a feeling that he was almost forgotten in his previous "gentleman's life", a feeling full of power!

"Boss, what are we going to do now?", the short and chubby Jim was wearing a coffee-colored vest, his erect stomach seemed to contain a bag of flour, and there was a layer of greasy sweat on his already shiny head. He was one of Wood's former subordinates, and he also had his own title in Turnaire - the meat grinder.

Jim now runs a pet shop that focuses on pet food, as well as some fierce dogs.

His pet shop was one of the strongholds that Wood and the others used to destroy corpses, and they would quietly kill their opponents and send them to the pet store. Jim would take the knife that his father had given him in the hope that he would become a good cook, divide the victim into small pieces, add some ingredients, put them in the oven and simply dehydrate them, turn them into thumb-sized pieces of meat, mix them with other pet food, and sell them to pets throughout Turner.

His business was booming for a while, but as Wood's status grew, his pet shop was on the verge of closure. There are many doors, and there are few guests.

Wood's gaze swept over everyone's face, and finally stayed on Jim's face, "First find out how many people there are on the other side, who they are, what their names are, and what kind of social connections they have." Find out where they are and give them a big gift. He looked at Jim, who nodded slightly, "Jim, you go and find out where Graf likes to be around, and by the way, find out what kind of family he has." ”

Jim's wife is a Gualt, and he can use his wife's power to investigate from within the Gualts, and the news will be much more accurate and more truthful.

"Robben, get our stuff back in the western suburbs, we need him now!"

Robben was a tall, thin man in his forties, with a somewhat sallow face, because the thinness made his eyes look large and malnourished. He used to be the "head of the logistics department" under Wood, mainly in charge of some equipment and other things, and he won Wood's trust.

After Wood became a member of high society, in order to make his face look as good as possible, he separated many things and hid them in various places in the city. There were several pistols hidden in the western suburbs, as well as some modified cold weapons, all of which they had used in battle.

Robben grinned with bared teeth, raised his hand and made a military salute of the soldiers of the Shining Star Empire, "Obey the boss, you can see those little cuties tomorrow!"

"Ji Ji, bring two people tomorrow and help me take out 100,000 yuan, and ask for a denomination of five yuan!"

Ji Ji is not tall, with very good facial features, a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks more like a decent person than his gang. He looked athletic and had very broad shoulders. He worked as an athlete for a while before he didn't follow Wood, but then due to the war and other reasons, the sports club in Turner City was disbanded, and he lost his source of livelihood and was able to go to the underground ring to fight black boxing. Before being discovered by Wood and signed into his crew, he had managed to kill three people in the ring, and was revered as "Talon Gigi".

He followed Wood for a long time as Wood's personal bodyguard, eating and living almost together, and even when Wood and his wife were exercising in bed, Gigi often sat on the couch outside their bedroom. He was also one of Wood's most trusted people, not one.

Gigi tilted his head, he was not good at words, otherwise he would not have changed from an athlete to a black boxer. Perhaps it was because he was not good at words and rarely communicated with people that Wood was able to reassure him to participate in many things.

After explaining one thing after another, the characters in the city of Rietnell in the past who were enough to make many people frightened felt an inexplicable power spreading wantonly and rushing in their bodies. Maybe because of this incident, the era that belongs to them is coming back.

With everything arranged, Wood was already confident.

He has money, a lot of money, enough to make many gangs tempted and help him.

He has people, a wide range of contacts, and the chief of police also calls him a brother.

How could he be defeated?

"He's going to lose!", Dulin said in the same vehement on a farm on the outskirts of the city, in front of many people.

Both Graff and Dover were a bit surprised, but they had kept their composure since last night. After all, this time the opponent is the long-established celebrity "Woodcutter Wood" in Turnaire City, and these teenagers have almost all grown up in their stories, and there is an instinctive fear of these long-awaited characters that they don't understand.

So Durin knew very well that he needed to boost morale, to inspire people, to make it clear that they were not facing any ferocious beasts, but humans like them.

"I said he was going to lose, not casually, for a reason. Durin stood in front of the big guy, calm as if his opponent was a ruffian who didn't even have a gang on the side of the road, "First, he is under the lights, and we are hidden from the lights." He can't see us, but we can see him!"