Zhang Biao raised the dagger in his right hand high up in the air, and without hesitation, he cut down on his left pinky!
Blood splattered all over Fatty Cheng's face.
Fatty Cheng leaned back from the splashing blood. He had wanted to avoid the blood, but he didn't expect his body to be so heavy. In addition, he had used too much force, and his fat body almost fell off the chair. Fortunately, the two disciples standing behind him were quick to react, so he, the head of Jixiang Hall, didn't fall on his face.
"Old Cheng! Is that enough?" Zhang Biao raised his hand and stabbed the bloody dagger into the mahogany table. The cut off half of his little finger lay under the blade. The cut of the finger was white bone!
"You have guts!" Fatty Cheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. Then, he threw it on the mahogany table, covering the half of his pinky finger. Then, he stepped on Gao Xiaohu, who was kneeling in front of him by two disciples of Jixiang Hall. With this kick, Gao Xiaolong almost knocked his head on the ground."Gao Xiaohu, your luck is pretty good. You got to know a good buddy. As for that b * tch, consider it a reward from me, Master Cheng!”As he spoke, Fatty Cheng gave Gao Xiaohu another kick on the back before standing up from the mahogany chair under his butt. Then, he yawned and waved his fat hand at the door.
Following Fatty Cheng's gesture, two disciples of Jixiang Hall dragged a woman in disheveled clothes in and threw her in front of Fatty Cheng like a rag bag. Then, they bowed and retreated very obediently! Fatty Cheng moved his body forward with great difficulty, then bent down with great difficulty. His fat and short fingers held the woman's chin, lifting her face up. Although the woman's face had been beaten black and blue, it had to be said that she was still a very good-looking woman.
"What do you think, bitch? None of the things under the crotch of my Jixiang Hall disciples are weak! Isn't it very useful?" Fatty Cheng laughed mischievously, which made people's hair stand on end, but also made people feel disgusted."If any one of you prematurely conceives; Which guy was impotent, which guy was not strong enough, Which guy won't be strong for long? You little bitch, you have to bear with him! After all, there were still very few people in the world who were as big as Gao Xiaohu! However, no essence won by numbers. Those twenty strong young men must have taken care of you, little bitch!”
The woman spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and spat it all over Fatty Cheng's fat face.""Old Dog Cheng, if you have the guts, kill my Jin Ju today. Otherwise, you will lose your rotten life in my hands sooner or later!”
Fatty Cheng let go of Jin Ju's chin, then turned around and gave her a loud slap across the face, knocking her back to the ground.""You little b * tch, do you think I, Master Cheng, can't kill you?”As Fatty Cheng spoke, he pulled out the dagger that Zhang Biao had just stabbed into the mahogany table. Then, he pounced forward and was about to stab Jin Ju in the heart.
At this moment, Zhang Biao strode over and kicked Fatty Cheng's wrist. The snow-white dagger that was covered in Zhang Biao's blood flew up. Zhang Biao's body moved forward like lightning and grabbed the falling dagger firmly in his hand. Then, he moved forward and pressed the tip of the blade against Fatty Cheng's heart."I, Zhang Biao, left my finger for Master Cheng. If you, Master Cheng, dare to break the rules of this underworld first, I will cripple you now!”
Fatty Cheng was half-squatting, trying his best to avoid Zhang Biao's blade that was pressed against his heart. Although his pair of fat legs were wrapped in his wide pants, his trembling was still obvious."Zhang Biao, you can't mess around!"
When the disciples of the Jixiang Hall saw that their boss was being pointed at with a knife, they all rushed into the house like little bulls in heat, clamoring and surrounding Zhang Biao, Gao Xiaohu, and Jin Ju in a three-layer formation.”Hou Heting, the second-in-charge of Jixiang Hall, was burning with anger and wanted to rush forward.
"Fatty Cheng, Old Hou seems to want you to die faster!”Zhang Biao snorted coldly and pushed the dagger in his hand forward. The tip of the dagger pierced through his skin, and bright red blood seeped out from the wound."I, Zhang Biao, will give you one more chance. Count to three. If you don't let us leave this Fragrance Hall, I, Zhang Biao, will accompany you, Fatty Cheng, to meet the King of Hell!”At this moment, an evil smile appeared on Zhang Biao's face.
Seeing this evil smile, Fatty Cheng's scalp went numb. He had seen Zhang Biao kill people a few times, and as long as this evil smile appeared on Zhang Biao's face, it was clear that Zhang Biao was ready to kill."Get out!" Fatty Cheng's pair of fat legs that were originally trembling were no longer shaking. It was not that he was not afraid, but that he could not care less about fear. He repeatedly shouted at the disciples of Jixiang Hall who had surrounded him. However, those disciples of Jixiang Hall all swept their eyes at the second-in-charge, Hou Heting, who was holding a knife. They did not follow Fatty Cheng and retreat.
"Looks like your reputation in Jixiang Hall isn't that great anymore!”The dagger in Zhang Biao's hand twisted inwards again---Look clearly, this was twisting, not stabbing!
He twisted the dagger in Zhang Biao's hand and Fatty Cheng let out a miserable groan. He almost shit in his pants."Get out, all of you! Hou Heting, do you really want me to die?”
Hou Heting was stunned when he heard Fatty Cheng's words. He glanced at Zhang Biao and waved his hand."Get lost!" Only then did the disciples of the Jixiang Hall retreat like a tide.
"Looks like you're not as good as him!" The dagger in Zhang Biao's hand retreated slightly.
However, Fatty Cheng, who had gradually become accustomed to it, let out another miserable groan when he was pulled by the dagger."You can go now!"
"I'm not the God of Plagues!" Zhang Biao's evil smile disappeared, replaced by a kind smile. As for the bleeding little finger on his left hand, Zhang Biao didn't care at all---It was as if what was cut off wasn't half of his finger, but only the fingernail that should be cut off!
"You're like the plague-you're the fucking plague!”Fatty Cheng saw that the evil smile on Zhang Biao's face had disappeared, and he finally relaxed a little.
"Get up if Little Tiger isn't dead!" Zhang Biao shouted at Gao Xiaohu, who was still crawling on the ground.
Gao Xiaohu, who was lying on the ground, took a long time to get up."Little Tiger didn't expect that it would be you, Zhang Biao. However, if I, Gao Xiaohu, can walk out of this Fragrance Hall alive today, you, Zhang Biao, will be my boss, and I, Gao Xiaohu, will be your hunting dog, a hunting dog that will press forward with indomitable spirit!”
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