How did you, a gangster, end up in the police force?

Cai Rong didn't even bother to hum. He just wiped the wound with his hand, then wiped his face with the bloody hand, which immediately turned into an extremely hideous face that made people shudder.

These security guards usually take care of miners, and they often use their numbers to bully the minority. They have never seen such a desperate criminal, who was chased everywhere by Cai Rong with a bloody face.

In the end, seven or eight people were all knocked to the ground by Peng Yong and his men. They were either holding their heads or legs, wailing in agony.

“Shut up!” Peng Yong roared with a ferocious expression on his face. Suddenly the whole room became quiet and everyone covered their mouths and dared not speak.

He knocked his head a little crazily, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He had been hit quite a few times just now and it was a little painful.

The bald manager also covered his mouth and looked at the two of them with horror.

It's not like he hasn't seen ruthless people before, he's seen fights where people bled and died, but none of them were as crazy as these two. He felt like these two were like lunatics.

Peng Yong picked up a bottle of beer on the ground, took a few big gulps, and then poured it directly on his face. The beer foam mixed with the blood from the wound, making a crackling sound.

The pain visible to the naked eye made people feel that the pain was concrete for the first time.

After the pain subsided, Peng Yong sat down and called Lao Zhang, "Come, Lao Zhang, sit together. Let's talk to the manager about the pension."

Old Zhang smiled awkwardly, which was uglier than crying. He wanted to run, but Cai Rong had already appeared behind him. He could only take two steps forward and didn't dare to sit down.

Peng Yong did not insist. He snorted coldly and looked at the bald man. "Manager, tell me, our fellow villager died in your mine. How are you going to compensate him?"

"And the medical expenses for our two brothers."

"Oh." Peng Yong suddenly pointed at Lao Zhang again and said with a smile, "And Lao Zhang's mental damages."

Old Zhang was stunned and was about to wave his hand to refuse, but Peng Yong glared back at him. He forced a smile on his bitter face. These two people were looking for an excuse to blackmail the bald man, and the money had nothing to do with him anyway.

He is now wondering whether Ye Lin is really missing or it is just a conspiracy set up by the three of them.

However, the bald man had no time to care whether it was a game or something else. The current situation was that he would be beaten if he didn't agree.

The fat on his face trembled, and he said in embarrassment: "Brother, I am just a manager, I can't make the decision."

Actually, the boss behind this mine is not him, but a relative of his. He was assigned here to look after the place, so the power in his hands is indeed limited.

"We don't care whether you can do it or not. I want money. I have to use the money to give an explanation to my dead brother. Don't you think so?" Peng Yong looked at the bald man with a grin.

The bald man looked at the situation and knew that he would not be able to survive tonight without bleeding, so he could only whisper and try: "Brother, how about I pay 5 yuan myself?"

"5?" Peng Yong sneered twice.

He turned around and said to Cai Rong, "He thinks our lives are only worth 5 yuan. What do you think?"

Cai Rong didn't say anything, but suddenly raised the iron pipe in his hand and started beating the security guard who was pretending to be dead on the ground.

Bang bang bang bang, the sound of steel hitting flesh.

The security guard was able to shout a few times at first, struggled to dodge, and begged for mercy, but Cai Rong didn't care, and just said one word with an expressionless face: Beat!

In a short while, the iron pipe began to turn red. This was the security guard's blood. Every time the stick was raised, blood spots flew everywhere with the iron stick, splashing all over Cai Rong's face.

The bald man was so scared that his face turned pale. These two people were too cruel. They were not beating people, they were chopping beef balls.

Old Zhang standing by was also having trouble standing, his legs were shaking and his body was trembling.

After being hit by more than ten sticks, the security guard was completely silent. He spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out. Only then did Cai Rong stop.

Clap clap clap!

Peng Yong clapped his hands in satisfaction and pursed his lips at the bald man, "Did you see that? If you continue to offer a price that insults us, this will be your fate."

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his bald head, sticking all his already scarce hair to the top of his head. He nervously looked at the security guard on the ground and thought about something in his mind.

In the choice between life and money, this guy actually chose money. He gritted his teeth and said softly, "What about 15?"

The two little eyes looked at Peng Yong nervously, wanting to see the other person's expression.

What expression did Peng Yong have? He smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his hand gently, and looked at Lao Zhang, "Lao Zhang, do you think this price is appropriate?"

Old Zhang was also speechless. Not to mention Peng Yong, he felt that it was not enough. This guy really was risking his life.

Seeing Lao Zhang's disgusted expression, Peng Yong turned around and said to the bald man, "See, this price can't even pass Lao Zhang's test, what do you want me to do?"

After saying that, Peng Yong stood up and twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

The bald man panicked and looked at the security guard on the ground. He knelt down and asked, "Brother, how much did you say?"

Peng Yong's face darkened and he said coldly: "I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't seize it."

A black shadow flashed by, and with a bang, the bald man was hit by the iron pipe and jumped up. It hurt so much, damn, it’s really hitting him.

The bald man wanted to run, but Peng Yong hit him hard on the back with a stick from behind.

The pain was piercing his heart. He had never felt such pain before. "Brother, brother, I will give you money. Give me money."

"Give me money, right? Give me money, right? Damn, you're giving a beggar so little money." Peng Yong didn't stop at all. He kicked the bald man down from behind and hit him with an iron pipe.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong." The bald man hugged his head and curled up, trying to protect himself.

The problem was that every blow from Peng Yong was so painful that he simply couldn't bear it.

"25, 25, that's all I have, that's all I have." The bald man shouted loudly, crying as he shouted.

She cried because she was beaten, but she also felt sorry for the money he lost.

Peng Yong stopped and gasped for breath. "30, one price."

The bald man wanted to say something else, but when he saw Peng Yong's ferocious look, he held his words back.

"Okay, 30 is 30." The bald man said with concern.

Seeing that the bald man agreed, Peng Yong immediately put on a smiling face, squatted down and helped the bald man up respectfully.

"Hey, don't you think this is a good idea? Spending money will ward off disaster, right?"

As he spoke, he brushed off the dust on the bald man's body and said, "Look, 30 yuan is a good deal for a decent person and a service, isn't it?"

The bald manager felt very bitter, "This service is too expensive."