Chapter 332: One-shot rules

When I fell in love, this brother Biao was really impressed by the high IQ of labor and capital, and Lin Gao became more and more happy.
Brother Biao said with a cold face. He was already impatient. He pressed the cigar into the ashtray with an uncomfortable eye: "Okay, I don't have time to slap you here. Say, what conditions."
"What conditions?" Lin Gao was a little surprised by Brother Biao's sudden displeasure. His brain worked quickly and reacted at once. What he should ask is the conditions for selling people, so he replied: "There will be no conditions. It's nothing more than more money and less money."
Humph.
Brother Biao sneered and turned to look at Gao Leng who was sitting next to him. His eyes fell on the tiger leather sofa cushion with a drop of dirty blood dripping on it. He stretched out his hand, frowning and flicked: " , I’ve not seen blood in my living room for many years. If you’re acquainted, you just hired me. Which mountain and temple do you come from? Don’t talk nonsense with me.

"Mountain? Xiaoshan, I live in Xiaoshan Community." Lin Gao answered the conversation quickly, and when he finished speaking, he found something wrong, which mountain and temple? What does it mean?
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. He looked at the people around him and saw that everyone's faces were about to collapse to the upper.
"Shame on your face." Brother Biao said gloomily, then got up and walked away two steps. He immediately understood the situation and waved his hand: "Brothers, give labor and management!"
A group of younger brothers who had been suffocating for a long time rushed forward, and immediately pushed Lin Gao to the ground, pressing them together to punch and kick them.
It's called a circle, and I want to insert more legs to kick in, but I can't get in either. This is the person who wants to beat Biao in front of Brother Biao, and the people underneath are working harder.
This kind of loyalty that the current boss can see, anyone who doesn't give is a fool, and he doesn't step on him to death.
Lin Gao's ghosts cried and wailed endlessly.
After a while, Brother Biao nodded, everyone stopped and let a gap open. Lin Gao slumped on the ground and twitched. His head had been broken long ago, and the blood was rushing more severely, so he opened his scalp. Be cautious.
"I'll ask you again, which mountain top and what's the purpose?" Brother Biao said lightly.
"What mountain? No mountain, Brother Biao, it's nothing more than money. I'm an expert in this area, I..."
Lin Gao didn't say anything, and a group of people were beaten one by one. This time, Lin Gao's cries were much quieter and much less, almost dizzy.
Brother Biao waved his hand, and everyone stopped.
"Material, give it to me."
It seems that Lin Gao really has no background. Since there is no third-party power, this matter is much easier to handle. Brother Biao has no patience at all and is straightforward.
"You have to talk about this kind of thing slowly, it's useless if you hit me! It's in someone else's hands!" Lin Gao didn't know what was going on, the more he went wrong.
The brutality, long-lost brutality rushed into Brother Biao's eyes, he stood up silently, took the short knife hung on the wall, and pulled it out.
"It's a good knife. It's a blessing today. Seeing is better than hearing it."
"I heard that the last time this knife was bloodied was almost ten years ago."
"It must be today, this kid is too superb, I can't bear it, the boss can bear it?"
Everyone talked in a low voice, Lin Gao was trembling when he heard it in his ears, the knife was shining brightly, is this a joke?
"Give you the last chance, where is it." The short knife raised.
Lin Gao was so scared that tears welled up. Brother Biao was cruel. He had heard about it a long time ago: "Brother, I really don't know!"
"Very good." Brother Biao smiled faintly, and threw the knife in front of him: "Choose the root yourself and chop it."
"Choose... to choose the root?" Lin Gao was terrified.
"Choose a finger and chop it yourself. If you don't follow it, labor and capital will help you chop it, but labor and capital chop is not a finger." Knife squatted down, with a smile on his face, and the words were frightening.
Lin Gao knew that he had entered the pit. As for what pit he had entered and how he had entered the pit, he did not know. The only certainty is that he has to chop this finger.
Brother Biao made a speech, and there is no reason to take it back. Although it is a legal society, this kind of thing is very common in casinos. Disobedience will only wait for him more poisonously.
However, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the fingers are always hurt when they are caught by the door. This is really necessary to chop off your fingers...
"Hurry up," Yidao urged impatiently.
Lin Gao trembled slightly and took the short knife. The short knife trembled like a sieve. The short knife was raised, but he dared not fall. The big beads of sweat slipped off his forehead.
"It's the most annoying." A knife growled, and he stretched out his hand to push the knife down.
There was a click, and then, a heart-piercing howl came out.
"On the way, there are the rules of the way. My rule of one knife is to cut three pieces with one knife, no more, no less, you count yourself." One knife pointed to the three fingers on the ground and said.
Lin Gao was shaking all over, his hands dripping with blood, and he couldn't say a word in pain as he looked at the three fingers on the ground.
"Really no backstage?" Yidao asked.
Lin Gao's face was distorted with pain, and he nodded wildly.
Brother Biao took a sip of tea, kicked away the three fingers, frowned in disgust, and looked at his crotch again.
With a stab at it, Lin Gao's pants were cut open, the short knife fell on his lifeblood, and then he waved at the younger brothers around him.
The boys quickly retreated ten steps away, turned their backs together, extremely well-trained.
I took the iPad and clicked on the video. As soon as the video started playing, Lin Gao opened his mouth wide in surprise, in disbelief.
"This...this isn't...this isn't...this isn't just..." I didn't know if it was pain or too much panic, Lin Gao stuttered.
"You are so courageous. Even Brother Biao's daughter and Brother Zhang's fiancee dare to get involved. Three fingers are not enough for atonement." A knife pressed the short knife down, and the cold blade was attached to Lin Gao's. Vital parts.
Lin Gao was so scared that he instinctively shrank back, and the vital part fled from the knife.
"Are you going to try again?" With a cold face and full of threat, he pointed to the short knife: "Come here by yourself!"
Lin Gao was desperate, his body was shaking like a sieve, and he put the vital part under the short knife.
The man is the knife and I am the fish. At this moment, it is the best interpretation.
He stared at the video in astonishment. Shooting at such a close distance was no different from posing. He suddenly understood why he said so much wrong.
But, who made this video? Lin Gao remembered Su Su for a moment, and he saw Su Su in the park.
But why did the man at the helm of Huantai Group secretly shoot this video to frame me? Is it to compete for Hong Kong's gambling industry? It is said that knowing oneself knows the enemy in a hundred battles, and Lin Gao is puzzled and speechless for a while.
"XX Public Security Bureau, why is this written in the video you sent? What does the big anti-drug case that happened there have to do with Caizi?" Biao asked slowly.
Lin Gao was taken aback, unexpectedly, it was Gao Leng.
Gao Leng was clearly imprisoned in the Public Security Bureau, just a few hours after the field battle with Caizi. He didn't even think that this video was actually related to Gao Leng.
But after all, he knew who the enemy was.
"Brother Biao, Miss's phone." A younger brother came over and handed the phone.
When Brother Biao took it, his face changed.