Chapter 40: Bloody Night

  Same old, today's third update, now it's the second update, and there will be one more at 5 pm. Thank you for your support, everyone! But I'm really depressed, is this book really not that good? Why are there so few collections?! In April, You Meng will release a fantasy magic book, and I welcome all of you to go and support it then!

  Just after finishing speaking, Liao Bu's phone rang, and he answered with a frown: "What is it."

  "What? Tell those bosses that this month's protection fee can be waived, just calm them down first, I'll be right there." After hanging up the phone, Liao Biao gave Tang Feng a vicious glare, then turned to the farmer and said: "Old Farmer, you take care of things here. If those wealthy masters get unwilling, I have to go deal with those troublemaking little cats and dogs."

  Originally, Xu Qiang and his men made trouble, those bosses who usually paid protection fees to Lao Biao were unwilling, not to mention that the business was delayed, and the tables, chairs and stools smashed by Xu Qiang and his men also needed money. So they sent a representative to find Maozi, Lao Biao's subordinate, and asked him to inform Lao Biao that if Lao Biao couldn't guarantee their business wouldn't be affected, these bosses would consider seeking protection elsewhere.

  The farmer nodded and said: "You go." He turned around and said to his confidant: "A Hai, you take the brothers with you and follow Biao Ge together."

  In an instant, all that was left in Hong Kong were Tong Feng, Guan Zhiyong and the farmers with his dozen or so armed younger brothers.

  "Haha, Death God brother, right? You and I have no grudges or grievances, and I don't want to do anything to you either. Just cooperate a bit, and stay here with me and these brothers for a drink or two. When Lao Biao comes back, I'll take the money, and he can take the person. It's better for everyone that way." The farmer put away the gun in his hand and said with a sly smile.

  Tang Feng gave Guan Zhiyong a look, and after seeing him nod, he said: "Since Farmer Old Big has said so, I'm afraid I have no choice." As he spoke, he walked to the front of the bar and sat down. Guan Zhiyong followed closely behind Tang Feng, and when Tang sat down, Guan suddenly pulled out a dagger from somewhere and threw it at the farmer.

  The farmer was shocked and quickly dodged to the side, but the dagger hit his shoulder. Tang Feng didn't wait for the farmer's little brothers to react, and with a swift kick, he knocked down the closest one. That little brother never thought that these two would be so bold, daring to make a move under the cover of over a dozen guns on their own side.

  Tang Feng took advantage of the opportunity to grab the gun and pressed it against the peasant's head before he could fire.

  "Tell them to put down their guns." Tang Feng said calmly.

  The peasant was first stabbed with a dagger, and now he's being held at gunpoint. The cold sweat on his forehead dripped down like he had just taken a bath, and he didn't know if it was from pain or fear. After hearing Tang Feng's words, he hastily bared his teeth and shouted to the younger brothers: "Damn it, didn't you hear what Brother Death God said? Put down your guns!"

  Seeing the crowd put down their guns, Guan Zhongyong walked forward and kicked all the guns to one side. He aimed at those thugs and gave them a barrage of punches and kicks. His mouth was still cursing: "Damn it, only I have ever used a gun to point at others. You dare use a gun to scare me? Fuck, when Grandpa played with guns, you were still an egg."

  In just a few minutes, more than ten people were unable to get up. Tang Feng put down the microphone on the table and said to the farmer: "I'm saying, Old Farmer, how do you think we should resolve this matter?"

  "Death, Death God, you said it, whatever you say will be done, but please spare my dog's life." The farmer's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

  Tang Feng muttered to himself, "I've heard that being a thief can make a lot of money. Let me guess how much Farmer Lao's life is worth?" Blackmail, blatant blackmail, Tang Feng had been hooked on this feeling since the first time he blackmailed Tian Kui. Anyway, these people's money wasn't clean to begin with, so it didn't matter if he took it or not.

  "Death, Death God Brother, I, I'll give you money, how much do you want?" The farmer heard that Tang Feng only wanted money and was relieved. At this time, he would have agreed to give up anything, even his wife or daughter.

  "Bang!" Guan Zhongyong kicked the farmer's wound with one foot, saying coldly: "How much is your life worth? Do you need someone else to set a price for it?"

  The wound was kicked, the farmer let out a miserable howl, covering his injured shoulder, his lips trembling as he said: "One, ten million, I'm willing, willing to pay one, ten million, please, please spare me."

  Tang Feng nodded and pulled out a mobile phone from the farmer's pocket, saying: "Then trouble you to have someone send money over, remember, I only want cash."

  The peasant used his trembling hands to dial the number at home, and the one who answered the phone was his trusted younger brother Ah Chao, who stayed at home to protect his wife and children: "Ah, Ah Chao, you, you immediately bring 10 million in cash, come, come to Nanjiao's Dahongmen."

  "Is there not that much cash? Screw it, I don't care, you go borrow some for me or rob someone to get it, if it's not here in an hour I'll skin you alive." He hung up the phone and said to Tang Feng: "Dead, Dead Godbrother, at home, we don't have that much cash on hand, sorry about this, I'll get them to think of a way to scrape some together, within an hour it will be delivered."

  Tang Feng smiled and said to Guan Zhiyong: "Stabbing knife, go and bandage Nong Ge, don't let him bleed too much, I've said before that we won't kill him."

  Guan Zhiyong nodded and walked to Nong Lao Da's side, casually tore off a piece of cloth from one of the younger brothers' clothes and simply bandaged Nong Lao Da with it.

  Tang Feng looked at the small-time hooligans around him, their eyes filled with terror, and felt a pang of sympathy. These people were just petty thieves and brawlers, they hadn't committed any serious crimes. His heart softened, Tang Feng said: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you. Being a hooligan isn't your fault, some people are destined to be one from birth. Your mistake is not following a good leader. Once I get the money, I'll naturally let you go. I hope in the future you can become hooligans that people look up to, bullying ordinary citizens doesn't count as an achievement."

  Just as Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong were leisurely drinking wine while waiting for someone to deliver the money, something big happened outside.

  First to be unlucky was Lin Feng's group. This kid also had bad luck, he brought more than 20 brothers out of a bar protected by the Liao gang and ran into Liao's younger brother Ma Zi. After Ma Zi finished calling Liao, he brought dozens of younger brothers to find Xu Qiang and others everywhere. Today, Xu Qiang and others caused them huge losses, not to mention that they got scolded by the big boss. At this moment, seeing Lin Feng and his group, how could they still speak nicely?

  From a distance, Ma Zi drew out his machete and shouted at the brothers behind him: "Damn it, those little rascals are up ahead. Brothers, charge! Whoever kills more people gets more money, that's what Big Brother said. Today, whoever chops down more people will get more cash."

  As soon as the word "money" was mentioned, the little brothers behind Ma Zi were like they had taken stimulants, howling and wielding their knives as they charged towards Lin Feng and the others.