Chapter 315: Terrorist Tactics

you rest more" Ye Fan asked with concern. Although Lin Meiyu wasn't seriously injured last night, she was beaten up after all and her injuries hadn't healed yet. She came down so early."Look at this n..."Maomao, go get some dried fruit and some fine red wine." Scar shouted to his confidant.

Since Fatty and the elderly leaf are acquainted, things are completely different. Although I still don't understand why this unreasonable Fatty would hurt so many subordinates even though the two know each other, but the respect on the surface is still necessary.

The fat man stretched his mouth and added: "If there are chicken legs, please give me a plate of chicken legs."

Scar felt like this fat man was turning his world upside down. He had such terrifying skills, yet he loved chicken legs so much! Still, he immediately told Maomao, "Bring Fat Grandpa more of those premium chicken legs."

Seeing Mao Mao go to prepare, Dashi looked at the Fatty once, then pulled a chair and sat down as well.

"Who told you to do this" The fat man's face changed, and he suddenly snorted coldly.

Scarface opened his mouth, then immediately stood up, a smile on his face, but hatred in his heart for this fat man. However, he was outmatched, so all he could do was smile, secretly plotting revenge in his mind.

Maomao was very fast, and since she was already at the bar, a table quickly appeared in front of Fatty, piled high with food. There were also two bottles of small Lafite, and two plates of chicken legs. Seeing the chicken legs, a light shone instinctively in Fatty's eyes, and he immediately reached out and took one, biting into it twice.

Seeing the scar on his throat seem to bulge, he immediately took out a drumstick from the plate and handed it to Scar, then said, "Come, Fatty, please have this drumstick."

"No need, Fat Grandpa," Dao Scar waved his hand, his face slightly pale.

"Just eat if you want to, why so much chatter" The fat man's face suddenly changed. It seemed he had tasted the sweetness of power; his kind words were ignored, but his harsh words made these people listen like grandchildren.

Scar immediately took the drumstick from Fatty's hand and started eating it standing beside him.

After devouring a chicken leg, the fat man opened a bottle of red wine, filling his glass to the brim and gulping it down in one go. Only then did he take out a cigar, lighting it with a contented puff. As smoke billowed around him, he saw the waiter who had just demanded three hundred yuan from him, as well as the cafe manager, Ju Mingchang, whose face looked rather pale with fright.

The fat man grinned, then stuck out his finger and beckoned toward the trembling waiter and the twitching muscles on Giant Mingchang's face.

Seeing the smile on Fatty's face, the two almost fell to the ground. However, they still forced themselves to pull themselves together and walked over. Especially that waiter, when he was five meters away from Fatty, suddenly knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling as he said, "Fat Master, please spare me."

He thought the fat man would die in the bar today. But when the fat man made his move, he was completely shocked. Seeing the fat man hack a bloody path with a glass bottle, he was totally dumbfounded. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he even couldn't hold it in and wet himself.

Next, Fatty grabbed the Scarface. Later on, Fatty kept talking to Scarface, and the waiter thought Fatty had forgotten him, so he gradually calmed down in his heart. He quietly hid behind. But who would have thought that Fatty still remembered him.

Recalling the terrifying display of strength from the Fatty just now, he was so frightened that his legs turned to jelly. Before he even reached Fatty's side, he already knelt down and kowtowed incessantly, begging for mercy.

While Juming Chang was slightly calmer. But he was still pale, with beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and his body trembled like a sieve, appearing extremely frightened.

"Well, why aren't you kneeling down" It seemed like the fat man was taking great pleasure in the waiter's prostration. Seeing that Jiumingchang wasn't kneeling, the fat man continued to eat his chicken leg with one hand while mumbling, "

Giant Mingchang's expression was complex, he bit his lip tightly, and still knelt down with a thud. At that moment, Giant Mingchang's heart completely collapsed, he kept kowtowing and said: "Fat Master, it was my fault for not having eyes. Please show mercy and spare me this time."

"Oh, alright, alright." The fat man took a bite of the chicken leg, puffed on his cigar, then turned to Scar and said, "Scar, what do you think we should do with these two"

Scar swallowed hard, but didn't know how to answer the fat man's question.

"A man chopped off his own hand and then rolled out of Limin City." Just at that moment, a voice as old as time spoke.

As the decorations fell, a white-haired old man in a Tang suit walked into the bar accompanied by a man in his thirties. Upon seeing him, everyone immediately parted to make way for him.

Seeing a scattering of people lying on the ground, the newcomer merely furrowed his brow. The next moment, he looked up at the fat man who was eating chicken legs, his expression complex.

"Grandfather," Dao Scar immediately greeted him as he saw the arrival.

"Snap"

A figure stepped forward and slapped Scar across the face. Five distinct fingerprints instantly appeared on Scar's face. The waiter kneeling before Fatty and Giant Mingchang, upon seeing the arrival of this person, their eyes flashed with despair. When they heard Cangkong's judgment against them, they both fainted on the spot.

The visitor was none other than the leader of the Canglang Gang, Cang Kongkong. After receiving the phone call, he had his driver bring him over. Seeing the scene inside the bar, he narrowed his eyes slightly, then walked slowly to Fatty's side, pulled up a chair and sat down. He took a drumstick from inside and took a bite.

"Little brother, I had their hands chopped off. You should be satisfied now, right" Seeing the fat man staring at him curiously, Cang Kong put down the chicken leg in his hand and then took out a paper towel to wipe his hands before speaking.

"Satisfied, satisfied. I agree with the old geezer's decision." The fat man also put down his drumstick and grinned.

"What's meant to come, will always come." Cangkong glanced at the Fatty from top to bottom and said lightly.

"It's been years, you look like a philosopher now." The fat man took out a cigar and threw it to Cang Kongkong, saying, "I heard you're a gangster now"

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At this point, he waved his hands to the crowd below and said, "You all go wait outside the bar. And also, get them out of here."

“My Lord,” the big man who came with Cang Kong said hesitantly. He was capable enough to be Cang Kong’s bodyguard. Even within the Canglang Gang, there were few who could match him. Seeing the gang members lying on the ground, though not dead, at least seriously injured, he still saw through the fat man’s terrifying methods.looking up at the sky, as if they were suddenly watching the clouds, and none of them looked in his direction."Huang Xiaoya, get up here for me!" Huang Amao said angrily."Big brother, my tooth hurts,"...