Chapter 145

Li Ermao nodded repeatedly and said: "If you really risk your life, you will have to be shot."

Wang Daquan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he looked around, but he went to the eaves of a house and poured more gasoline.

That was exactly the Qiu Mingquan's house that he found out on purpose.

Squinting his eyes, Wang Daquan took out a lighter, lit it on the leeward side, and threw it into a winding gasoline line under his feet.

The flames ignited and burned into a thread of fire in an instant. Wang Daquan looked at it coldly, clutching the back of his scalded hand, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Forget about the others, that wolf-like brat, let their house be burned tonight, it’s best to burn him to death! For a moment, evil thoughts rose sharply in his heart.

Just as several people were proudly watching the flames getting bigger and bigger, suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly passed behind them at the same time.

Wang Daquan turned around in astonishment, and saw two figures in the night, one big and one small, holding a thick stick in their hands, and they were about to hit their heads with a heavy blow. The two Li Damao brothers said "Ouch" at the same time, and fell to the ground with a bang!

Oops, ambushed!

A voice shouted violently: "Bastard, go to hell! I told you to set fire to people!"

The crisp boy's voice exploded in the quiet night at the same time: "Everyone, get up, someone set the fire, come and put out the fire!..."

The courtyard suddenly exploded, lights were turned on in countless rooms, and the owner of the house who was close had already seen the fire, and rushed out in his clothes: "Fire and fire! Get water!"

Brothers Li Damao and Li Ermao were beaten to the ground and screamed. Wang Daquan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that the formation was wrong, he was terrified and ran away.

Liu Dongfeng and Qiu Mingquan put the two of them down, turned around and chased after Wang Daquan who was fleeing. It was getting dark and impatient, Wang Daquan tripped over something unexpectedly, and suddenly fell like a dog gnawing shit.

The fire just started over there, and was quickly extinguished by everyone who heard the sound. Now seeing the murderer, the neighbors hated each other very much, and they were so courageous that they shouted together: "Kill them! He is going to kill him!" Our lives!"

Wang Daquan turned over and sat up in embarrassment. Seeing that several young and middle-aged men had already rushed forward, he was overwhelmed, and suddenly raised the remaining half barrel of gasoline in his hand, and threw it in the face towards the chasing crowd!

"Hula la", a smoky smell, the people who chased them were caught off guard and were doused in gasoline.

Wang Daquan roared hoarsely: "Don't come over, I will burn anyone who comes over!"

With a sound of "噗", he grinned grinningly, and suddenly lit the lighter in his hand, and in the dark night, a cluster of faint flames ignited.

Qiu Mingquan chased at the front, stopped suddenly, and stretched out his hand to block behind him: "Everyone, don't move!"

Liu Dongfeng roared coldly: "Hurry up and put down the lighter! Surrender honestly!"

"Let me go, or you will be burned to death!" Wang Daquan yelled frantically.

Qiu Mingquan walked forward step by step. He was small and thin, and looked harmless, but in Wang Daquan's eyes, his calm face under the firelight produced a chill out of thin air.

It's him again! This wolf cub of the Qiu family, a lifeless little devil!

"Don't come here!" He waved the lighter in horror, the mouth of the gasoline barrel he just threw away was tilted, and the remaining gasoline poured out silently, flowing into a stream under his feet. He was extremely nervous, but Unaware.

"Xiaoquan, don't go there, it's dangerous!" Liu Dongfeng yelled anxiously, ignoring the gasoline on his body, and was about to rush forward, but Qiu Mingquan turned around and stopped him sharply.

"Don't come here, I don't have gasoline on me, so I'm not afraid of him." He whispered, his eyes were serious, and Liu Dongfeng was shocked in place.

Qiu Mingquan walked five or six steps in front of Wang Daquan, looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to burn my house."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Wang Daquan suppressed the panic in his heart, and grinned grimly: "So what? You are lucky if you didn't burn the three of you to death!"

Qiu Mingquan's body had just changed, and President Feng sighed softly: "I'll give you one last chance to catch you without a fight. If not—"

He half raised his head, his gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person: "You have no choice but to die."

The faint fire light behind him reflected his indifferent eyes, the vicissitudes in his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, Wang Daquan suddenly shuddered, his mind buzzed, and he threw the lighter in his hand at Qiu Mingquan!

Burn him, he's a ghost! …I don’t know why, Wang Daquan thought in horror.

The child on the opposite side dodged lightly amidst the screams of panic.

The lighter whirled and landed near him.

The fire suddenly ignited, and it even rushed towards Wang Daquan along the winding oil line on the ground!

——The leaked gasoline line ignited when it encountered an open flame, and instantly wrapped Wang Daquan. In the terrified eyes of everyone, he instantly became a ball of fire, and his miserable cries resounded through the night sky in this winter night. ...

"I really didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it." In a certain real estate company, Mr. Zhou lowered his voice into the phone in the closed office, "I was discovered by the poor ghosts in that shanty town when I set the fire. , not only put out the fire, but all those who set it on fire were arrested.”

On the other end of the phone, the voice was gentle and elegant, without any disturbance: "I heard that the one who took the lead was burned into a blackened gourd?"

Mr. Zhou, who reported the report, came down: "Yes, Wang Daquan was seriously injured. I'm afraid that if he gets involved with me..."

"Don't worry, that person shouldn't be able to survive after being burnt like that." The person on the phone said calmly, as if he didn't mind.

"That's good, that's good!" Mr. Zhou felt relieved, "Don't worry, the other two don't even know about our existence."

After a long while on the phone, he said calmly: "Us?..."

Mr. Zhou was shocked in his heart. In the cold winter months, his forehead was almost sweating, and he hurriedly said: "No! Don't worry! No matter what, this matter will not expand any further!"

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to ponder for a while before speaking again: "I'm preparing a newly registered real estate company for you. Next, don't use those shady methods anymore, just come forward in your name and buy it directly. .”

After thinking about it, it seemed that he was afraid that he would not understand, so he warned again: "Speak skillfully, deter and suppress, don't let go of the subject, don't I need to teach you sentence by sentence?"

"Of course." Mr. Zhou said flatteringly, "Don't worry, it will be done this time!"

...In a spacious office somewhere, a middle-aged man slowly put down the phone with no expression on his face.

He tapped his fingers on the table slowly a few times before he picked up the thermos cup and took a sip slowly. The tea is excellent, even in winter, it has a very dense fragrance of high-quality tea.

Then, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

"Director Fei, I heard that how many criminals were arrested in your place yesterday? Those who were burned?" A cold light flashed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and he said meaningfully, "This kind of scum is really disgusting. In fact, he is still alive. It is the irresponsibility of society, especially the kind that takes the lead, right?"

...

The chaos of last night has passed, and when I woke up in the morning, the whole compound was full of jubilation

Among the several arsonists who were turned over to the police station overnight, one was the notorious Wang Daquan, who suffered serious burns——this vicious bully took the lead. Now that he has all gone in, what are you afraid of?

"Koizumi, is your house okay? Do you want us to give you a hand and help you renovate it?" Enthusiastic neighbors yelled in the yard early in the morning.

"It's okay, no need." Qiu Mingquan smiled, the fire was extinguished last night in time, the back window of his house was only slightly blackened, it was nothing serious.

The neighbors who were talking just stopped, when Aunt Wang suddenly ran over and handed over a few big meat buns coyly: "Xiaoquan, this is steamed by my aunt yesterday, at your age, you need some meat!"

Liu Qinhua laughed out loud with a "puchi" and said, "Oh, the sun is coming out from the west."

Qiu Mingquan took the big meat buns with good-natured laughter, handed one to each of his grandparents, and said "thank you" shyly.

Liu Dongfeng went to the police station overnight last night, and has not come back until now. The big victory against the hooligans last night dispelled the haze in everyone's hearts, and the whole compound was full of joy.

Grandpa and grandma went out after dinner with big bags of trash on their backs. Only then did Qiu Mingquan get into the hut according to the plan he had made long ago.

The passbook for opening an account in grandpa's name is in the quilt under the bed. Immediately afterwards, he opened the shoe box and found the cash change inside.

The fixed deposit is only 60 yuan, and the cash is more than 20 yuan. The total deposit is 80 yuan. This is the entire property of this poor family.

In this era when the average monthly salary of employees in state-owned enterprises is one or two hundred yuan, most families are struggling, and it is common to borrow a few yuan for emergency at the end of the month. Two old scavengers collected rubbish every day and then sold them. Their income was only enough to feed their family of three, and there was no way to save any extra money.

Ever since he learned of all the savings of this family, President Feng has been extremely depressed, and swears in extreme pain: "The accumulation of primitive capital for the poor is really fucking difficult!"

Holding the passbook and those crumpled banknotes, Qiu Mingquan suddenly panicked.

"Can it really make money?" After all, he has no business experience. "What if I lose money? Will no one buy it?"

"Are you questioning me? Questioning the world you lived in in your previous life, the president of Shenchu ​​Group with tens of billions of assets? Questioning the business genius who has appeared in "Fortune"?" Feng Rui said with a smirk.

"No la……"

"If I'm reborn and know all the important economic events, I, Feng Rui, will still lose money, so why don't you take a stone and smash my jade pendant into powder?"

Qiu Mingquan stopped talking embarrassingly.

With his bag on his back, he took a half-hourly bus along the suburban road. After more than an hour, he finally stood on the bustling Nanjing Road.

Although he has been living in the bustling Dongshen City in later generations, his life trajectory does not overlap with these exquisite shopping malls.

There is no image of them in memory.

"Go along this way, and you'll be there when you see the Tibet intersection." Feng Rui pointed, looking very familiar.

Sure enough, after walking for a short while, Qiu Mingquan saw the intersection marked Tibet Road. On that side, there was a magnificent and brand-new shopping mall with shiny glass in front of it.

"Dongshen Boutique Commercial Building" flashed in bold bold characters.

Fortunately, I remember correctly, Feng Rui quietly let out a sigh of relief.

He comes from a wealthy family, and the whole family were frequent visitors to famous shopping malls at that time. In his memory, "Zhenxing Shopping Mall", "Guanhai Shopping Mall", "Boutique Commercial Building" and "Chuangxing Shopping Mall" were all places he used to visit when he was a child. .

In the beginning, it was also the location of Donghai leather goods store, Renli clothing store and Caizhizhai food store.

It was not until the beginning of 1988 that the People's Government of Huangpu District decided to demolish these stores and relocate them to other places, and established Dongshen Boutique Commercial Building here.

"Before going in, get enough money first." President Feng said to Qiu Mingquan.

Qiu Mingquan looked around, and sure enough, there would be no shortage of banks next to the mall. Not far from the intersection, there is a small business department of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

He ran in and handed over the regular passbook and grandpa's ID card from the high counter. At this time, there was no computer, no magnetic stripe, so there was no password.

The clerk at the counter looked at him carefully, counted six ten-yuan bills, and paid him half a year's current interest.

Finally, I wrote the deposit and withdrawal number on the passbook by hand, and then stamped the private seal and the official seal of the counter.

This was at the end of the 1980s when China’s inflation was relatively serious. The interest rate of the three-year time deposit was 8.28%. If the time deposit was withdrawn in advance, it would cost a considerable amount of interest!

Standing in the lobby of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan was a little dizzy.

Compared with those super shopping malls in the later generations, this small three-story building looked extremely shabby, but he still daunted most of the commodities sold here, and he couldn't afford it at all!

On the small radio at the door, a sweet female voice introduced the new commercial building over and over again.

"Dear customers, we are trying our best to provide you with the best service and shopping experience during the trial opening period.

"The boutique commercial building is a modern large-scale commercial enterprise with a construction area of ​​7,500 square meters, a business area of ​​4,000 square meters, and a total of 3 floors.

"Mainly engaged in medium and high-end commodities, including daily necessities, clothing, shoes and hats, household appliances, gold and silver jewelry, leather bags, clocks and other 16 categories of nearly 20,000 kinds of commodities, most of which are domestic and foreign famous, special, Excellent, new product..."

Feng Rui smiled slightly: "Go to the third floor and go straight to the high-end stationery counter."

Qiu Mingquan let out an "oh", and glanced at the glass counters on the first floor. There were a wide variety of products inside, including brightly colored women's clothing, shiny men's leather shoes, and sharp high-end suits...

Going up the stairs to the third floor, he finally saw a counter in the northwest corner under Feng Rui's guidance.

Under the exquisite glass counter, rows of beautiful fountain pens lie quietly in black velvet boxes, only a few samples have their caps opened, deliberately revealing golden iridium nibs.

Under the sunlight, those 14K gold nibs shine brightly, exuding the pride of history and time.

The four bold big-character trademarks of "Hero Pen" are engraved on the side of the counter, which looks extraordinarily high-end and domineering.

Wang Juan, a salesperson at the stationery counter in the boutique shopping mall, has been depressed these days.

Not long after the mall was newly opened, the leadership was unanimous. Next to the original Parker pen and Montblanc counters, a special counter was opened for local hero pens, saying that it wanted to support domestic high-quality goods.

But this business has always been tepid. Look, this has been in trial operation for more than ten days, and the entire hero gold pen counter has not sold a few.

It’s not surprising that Chinese people either buy cheap fountain pens worth a few yuan each as writing instruments, or buy those high-end foreign gold pens as gifts. The positioning of domestic gold pens with a slightly higher price is really embarrassing.

It is not as expensive as those high-end foreign products, but it is enough for a working family to pay for food for several days. How can ordinary people be willing to buy it?

She was sitting at the counter, looking lazily at the boy lying on his stomach in front of the glass cabinet, running to look at the pen alone, and looking at it for so long.

It looks like there is no money.

The boy finally raised his head, his dark eyes were a little shy and nervous, and he said to her, "Auntie, can you show me this pen?"

Qiu Mingquan will always remember that when he was only a teenager, he was pushed to the ground by these people, and he watched the thick wooden stick smash towards his grandfather's leg. ...

"They're here to buy the house by force, you bastard!" He gritted his teeth in his heart.

"What happened to this person?" Feng Rui asked suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied: "He bought a lot of houses and land, just in time for the development of the new district... Later he became the big boss of a real estate company, and it is said that he is very rich."

Feng Rui sneered from his nostrils: "Just right? You are really naive."

Everyone in the world knows that in April 1990, the Prime Minister announced the development and opening of the Pudong New Area in Dongshen City. However, anyone who has a little bit of news should know that the real time was the "Development Conference" held by the Dongshen City Government in May 1988. Pudong New Area International Symposium”!

But now, some ghosts and monsters have heard the wind and are ready to move, right?

But, a street bully, how could he know about these historic opportunities? Feng Rui fell into deep thought.

There was silence in the courtyard. ...

This bully is called Wang Daquan, and there are dozens of gangsters under his command. Last time he came, he made a grand request to buy all the houses here at a very cheap price, saying that his family wanted to set up a brick and tile factory. , is in need of this large piece of land.

Of course the residents are not willing. The little money he paid is not enough to buy half of the area elsewhere. If they really collect the money and move away, they will have to rent the house forever.

--If you have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, no matter how small or old it is, it is still your home, isn't it?

Liu Qinhua took the courage to speak first: "Brother Wang, we have discussed it, and we really can't sell the house. We are dragging our families, and it is not easy to move. Besides, the money is not enough..."

Wang Daquan looked at Liu Dongfeng who was glaring beside her with a half-smile, and walked over.

He arrogantly tapped Liu Dongfeng's shoulder: "I heard that you haven't become a regular yet, right? Come on, come hit me!"

The young men he brought burst into laughter: "Young police trainees? How scary! Hit us, and we will never fight back."

Liu Dongfeng's face was flushed red, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't say a word.

Yes, he has experienced the methods of these people before, and before he gets a taste of them, these hooligans can open a ladle for themselves, and then rush to the police station, falsely accusing the police of beating people!

For him who has not yet become a regular, if he encounters such a thing, his life will be ruined.

Wang Daquan pushed him away with a smile, and whispered to Liu Qinhua: "Sister-in-law, your son is amazing, and I don't want to provoke you. How about this, let's have a private chat later, and I will give you a better condition for your family. As for your son, just Don't meddle!"

Liu Qinhua hesitated for a while, and finally closed her mouth. She couldn't help but not be afraid of her son's work being involved.

Wang Daquan held the wooden stick, swayed left and right, and suddenly kicked up, smashing the pile of coal balls in Aunt Wang's house, and his eyes were full of hostility: "Take my words as deaf ears, right? I have worked so hard to borrow money. 100,000, the brick factory is waiting for this piece of land, you lions, this is killing me! Ah?!"

Wu Dagen rushed forward, trying to stop him, but was held back by his wife behind him.

Aunt Wang was so frightened that she winked again and again, and lowered her voice: "Don't mess with these people, I heard that they beat and disabled people before..."

Wang Daquan looked at the old and young in the compound with satisfaction and said, "Cutting people's wealth is like killing their parents. My surname Wang can put my words here today. Next time I come, I will bring a contract. Anyone who doesn't want to sign it will do so now." speak out."

"Brother Wang, we really have nowhere to go..." Someone begged, "The child is going to school here, where can we go? Brother Wang, please."

Wang Daquan reached out his hand coldly to grab the man who spoke, and lightly nodded him: "You don't want to do it, do you?"

The man bit his lip tightly, and bite the bullet: "Brother Wang, my family has been selling vegetables nearby. If we leave here, what will our family eat?"

Wang Daquan looked at him coldly: "Okay, I will remember you."

He suddenly loosened the man's collar, turned his head and smiled at Liu Dongfeng: "Comrade policeman, I'll save you, don't do anything today."

He turned his head, waved his hands, and sighed: "You don't care about the friendship of the villagers, and you insist on going against my brothers, then you have to be careful, don't come back late at night, and break your leg for no reason."

The naked threats in the words were ready to come out, and the expressions of all the people in the compound, old and young, were extremely ugly.

The notoriety of this Wang Daquan is not for ordinary petty crimes. There are vague rumors in the surrounding villages that he once killed people, and there are not a few people who were injured or maimed by him.

Wang Daquan snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Go!"

Passing by the door, he saw an old woman leaning against the door and looking straight at him, couldn't help feeling bored, and slapped her across the face: "Get lost, old woman!"

But just when the heavy slap was about to slap the old man's face, a small figure rushed over like a cannonball and hugged his waist!

This momentum was so powerful that he staggered back a few steps, and then he stopped, and when he took a closer look, he was meeting a pair of eyes that were black and clear, but burning with faint flames.

Qiu Mingquan only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

He clearly remembered this scene many years ago!

This man raised his hand and slapped the back of grandma's head against the door panel, causing a huge swelling on the back of her head. At that time, grandma had been lying in bed for several days, dizzy and vomiting, but the family had no money, so she refused to go. The hospital, just endured it so hard.

Looking back now, it was at least a slight concussion!

"What do you want to do, hello?" President Feng said in surprise in his mind, "Are you planning to fight four or five by yourself when you rush over like this? Have you considered the consequences? Where's your brain?"

Qiu Mingquan firmly blocked Wang Daquan and did not answer Feng Rui's question.

He didn't know what would happen next, he only knew that he would not let this person hurt his relatives again if he tried his best. Thinking that soon, this person would bring a stick to the door and break Grandpa's leg, he suddenly felt a shuddering murderous intent.

Kill him, and die with him, just treat this coming life as a waste of time!

Wang Daquan was really confused. In a blink of an eye, the anger came out, and the big hands like iron pincers grabbed Qiu Qingquan's small wrist, and threw him to the side: "Little bastard!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan's body was still that of a skinny boy in his teens, so he was no match for this blow, his whole body fell out, and fell on the coal pile behind him, "cracking" the coal fell into a pile.

"Shall I come?!" President Feng's voice was full of joy and excitement, "You see, although you want to fight, your skills are not good enough! I have learned Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Wing Chun and free kickboxing!"

Qiu Mingquan: "..."

In the past few days, the two of them have roughly figured out the situation. The two of them connected with each other through the jade pendant. As long as Qiu Mingquan, the master, takes the initiative to relax, Feng Rui can easily control his body, which is commonly known as the upper body!

Grandma Qiu became anxious, and rushed forward tremblingly: "Xiaoquan!"

Before she could stand still, she was violently pulled aside, and a big foot flew up into the air, stepping on Qiu Mingquan who was on the ground: "You want to die, dare you touch our boss?!"

Just when the big foot was about to land, a strange scene happened.

The boy suddenly raised his head, and the sharp and cold wolf-like look in his eyes flashed away, as if he had suddenly changed his soul.

President Feng happily took control of a body that didn't belong to him!

As soon as he rolled his body flexibly, the big foot kicked in vain, and then a black poker swept over in an instant, hitting the man's ankle hard, making an ear-piercing muffled sound.

"Ahhh!" With a scream, the man hugged his feet and jumped up, howling endlessly.

Wang Daquan was taken aback, with a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up a small folding stool in the yard, and threw his head at the boy on the ground: even a child dared to challenge his authority, would he still be able to take this piece of land? ?

The folding stool roared down with the sound of the wind.

...The soil splashed, and the folded stool slammed down hard on the ground a few inches away from Qiu Mingquan. In a nick of time, for some reason, Qiu Mingquan dodged deftly and dodged again!

A fist that was not strong hit Wang Daquan's back arm like the wind, and the numbness in the middle made Wang Daquan feel his arm sore, and the folding stool could no longer be held firmly.

The iron poker came in a blink of an eye and hit him hard on the knee. Wang Daquan cried out in pain, his knee hurt so badly, he couldn't hold it any longer, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

As soon as the neck tightened, a foot stepped on his neck hard. When Qiu Mingquan exerted a little force, Wang Daquan felt it was difficult to breathe and his neck was in severe pain.

"Let go of Brother Wang!"

"Little bastard is crazy, looking for death?"...

Liu Dongfeng finally couldn't bear it and rushed out, blocked in front of a few minions, and roared: "Who dares to go up?!"

Wang Daquan was ashamed and angry. He had been rampant in the neighborhood for many years. Today, he was beaten by a child. Now that his neck was stepped on, his suffocation increased sharply when he moved a little, and he couldn't turn over.

"Little brat, believe it or not that I killed your family?" He spat out harsh words word by word, murderous intent aroused in his heart.

Qiu Mingquan didn't pay any attention, and stepped on him harder, causing him to roll his eyes, then raised his head to look at the stunned crowd.

"You all heard, it was he who said he wanted to kill my whole family." He said slowly.

At some point, he quietly inserted the iron tongs into the overturned coal stove beside him, the remaining flames inside were still there, and the sharp mouths of the iron tongs were already burning red.

Then, in front of everyone, he suddenly pressed the red-hot iron tongs on the back of Wang Daquan's hand! ...

The smell of burnt flesh and miserable screams resounded through the small courtyard.

Liu Dongfeng turned his head and froze on the spot in shock.

"Koizumi... you?" Isn't this child too cruel? I haven't found it all these years!

"Ahhh!" Wang Daquan was so burned that he lost his mind, he writhed frantically on the ground, "Boy, if you don't kill me today, I'll kill you!"

Everyone in the compound felt cold, and the eyes of the man on the ground were radiating terror. No one doubted the truth of his words. Why did this child, Ming Quan, suddenly seem to go crazy today?

Grandma Qiu was already scared out of her wits. The old man trembled his hands and wanted to pick up his things to help, but Qiu Mingquan suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Dongfeng with firm and cold eyes.

Liu Dongfeng immediately understood what he meant, and turned around to stop the old man firmly: "Master, don't go over there, it will just cause trouble!"

The real actor, Feng Rui, felt relieved, this little police officer is quite smart.

When he looked at Wang Daquan next to him, his gaze turned to ice.

"Kill me? Okay." He said lightly, the iron tongs in his hand were removed from the back of Wang Daquan's hand, leaving a bloody mess, and then he stepped on Wang Daquan's neck and crushed it even more fiercely with his toes. He rolled his eyes in pain, his face turned purple.

The iron tongs were put into the burning fire again. After a while, the stained flesh on them was charred black, and the tip was red. In the cold winter air, it approached Wang Daquan's carotid artery.

"You killed me today, so many people are watching. Even if your master is willing to catch you, after that, you will have to flee to the end of the world and hide for a few years?" He lowered his body, staring at it with dark eyes. Wang Daquan.

Then, he smiled, and said in a soft voice: "The horse boy who is murdered, the master is willing to use it again, guess what?"

Wang Daquan's veins popped up, and he roared angrily, "You'll be a gangster wherever you go! If I don't kill you today, my fucking surname will not be Wang!"

Qiu Mingquan paused quietly, and moved the tongs a few inches closer. The scorching bright red touched Wang Daquan's temples, and in an instant, a smell of scorched hair protein rose.

"In this case, why don't I kill you?" The boy's clear voice was calm, but his eyes were as cold as the deep sea.