Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao walked down the stairs slowly and stood in the rain. Fu Nianzu walked out from the group of men in black. Wang Lang stood beside him, with the scimitar in his hand tightly tied with a towel.

One of his men held an umbrella to shield them from the rain.

Fu Nianzu smiled and clapped his hands, looking like a winner.

"Master Qin, why are you doing this? I never thought of using force. As long as you lose the money to me obediently, we will all be happy, right?"

Dabao shook his head seriously.

"No! I don't like to lose, Fu Nianzu. I didn't want to kill you, but starting from 10:45, your life and Fu Laorong's life entered a countdown, which means you won't survive these few hours."

Fu Nianzu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing at the man in black behind him and said.

"I have over 300 people here, all of them capable of fighting and killing. Not to mention one person with one knife. Even a single spit from each of them can drown you. How dare you say such cruel words to me now? Is there any point?"

Dabao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He looked up at the sky. Fine raindrops fell from the sky and felt very comfortable on his face. He asked coldly.

"Where are my people? I've already used 500 million to win them back. You're still holding on to them. Isn't that a bit unruly?"

Fu Nianzu looked around. He didn't know how many people were hiding in the darkness and closely watching the situation here. If he went too far, he was afraid that the reputation of the Fu family would be trampled into the dirt by everyone tomorrow morning. His father definitely didn't want this.

Besides, he didn't really want to kill Dabao, he just wanted to take Dabao's money and antiques. If he could kill people at will in Haojiang, everyone would be in danger, which is probably what the top leaders don't want to see.

Fu Nianzu waved his hand, and Xiao Erduo and the two little girls were pushed out. Dabao's consciousness had already spread out, and he found that the three people were fine except that they were a little listless.

Xiao Erduo came over with two little girls, his face full of shame. He was an old hand, but he had an accident in this small ditch and was even drugged. It was so embarrassing.

He walked up to Dabao and said dejectedly.

"brother…"

Dabao hugged him gently and whispered in his ear.

"Brother, take the child and hurry into the hotel, otherwise the night will be long and full of dreams. If you stay here for one more minute, I will be unable to move freely."

When Little Ear heard this, he nodded quickly, picked up his two daughters and ran into the hotel.

Fu Nianzu was stunned. What was going on?

Then his eyes widened as he saw Dabao pull out a Miao Dao from somewhere. The Miao Dao flashed with cold light. The men in black all looked at the small scimitars and axes in their hands. Damn, the length difference was too big.

Fu Nianzu shouted.

"Mr. Qin, do you want to die?"

There was a flash of cold light, and Wang Lang beside him had his head cut off by Dabao. Blood spurted into the sky and splashed all over Fu Nianzu's face. Fu Nianzu was so scared that he felt a chill in his crotch and couldn't hold it back for a moment, so he peed his pants.

He was so angry that he waved his hands vigorously and shouted.

"Kill him to death!"

Countless men in black shouted and rushed forward, brandishing scimitars and axes.

People from various forces who came from afar to inquire about the situation shook their heads when they saw this scene. This young man was finished.

They were far away and did not see Wang Lang's beheading, otherwise they would not have thought so.

Dabao took a bow and arrow stance, the knife in his hand flashing with cold light, the blade light was more than a foot long, he stretched out his hands, and the Miao Dao drew a fan shape, and the black-clothed men who had just rushed in front of Dabao, some screamed, and some didn't even scream before they were cut into two pieces.

Almost instantly, there was no one in front of Dabao. The black-clad man in front of him was scared. The area two meters in front of Dabao was full of broken bodies and arms, and blood flowed like a river.

The drizzle was getting heavier. The men in black at the back didn't know what was happening and kept pushing forward, waving their knives. The men in black at the front were pushed closer and closer to Dabao, and they screamed in fear.

Dabao danced with his sword and rushed into the crowd. Arms, legs and heads flew everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, forming a small river on the ground, but the water was all red. When Dabao put away his knife and stood up, only about a hundred of the more than three hundred men in black were left, hiding in the distance. The rest were all lying on the ground in scattered places.

Most of the people were already silent, with only a dozen or so people with missing limbs groaning there.

The remaining men in black screamed in fear and fled in all directions.

Dabao pointed his long sword diagonally, looking like a demon on earth. He glanced around and ignored the black-clothed man crying on the ground. He waved at the door of the hotel.

He Xin ran over trembling. He had just been hiding behind the door of the hotel and saw the scene in front of him. This scene was deeply engraved in his mind. He had never thought of betraying Dabao in his entire life, and the reason was because of the killing tonight.

Dabao raised his head to let the rain wash away the blood splattered on his face. He shook his head and turned to ask He Xin.

"Have you seen Fu Nianzu?"

He Xin barely managed to calm his pounding heart and nodded.

"Boss, Fu Nianzu ran away a long time ago. He must have returned to his old house."

Dabao sneered.

"Do you know where the Fu family's old house is?"

He Xin nodded.

"Everyone in Haojiang knows this. Do you still want to go to the Fu family's old house?"

Dabao strode to the parking lot, with He Xin following closely behind.

Dabao took a fancy to a Mercedes-Benz. He hit the window with the butt of a knife, smashing it into pieces. Dabao opened the door and found that the traffic rules of cars in Haojing were the same as those in most European countries. The driver's seat was on the right side of the car, and vehicles drove on the left side.

Dabao cleaned the broken glass on the driver's seat and got into the car. He opened the sun visor and sure enough, a bunch of keys fell out. He learned this from the movies. People in Hong Kong and Macao are used to keeping their spare keys here.

He Xin opened the car door and was about to go in, but Dabao stopped him by lighting a cigarette. He didn't want to use a knife when he went back to the Fu family's old house this time. He guessed that the Fu family's bodyguards all had guns, so he would use guns against guns.

If He Xin followed him, he would not be able to take the gun out of the space in the car, so he did not let He Xin go with him. He Xin reluctantly pointed the direction of the Fu family's old house to Dabao.

Dabao put the car into gear, released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator. The Mercedes-Benz shot out like an arrow, scaring both Dabao and He Xin.

People from all parties who were observing the situation from a distance, some drove their cars in a hurry, some looked for cars, and followed Dabao from a distance to see what he was going to do.