Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The hook in Iron Face's hand gleamed with cold light, and the tip of the hook had a blade. It was an extremely powerful weapon, an extension of his hand. Countless people had died under this hook.

The sound of Tiemian was like an iron nail scratching on glass, extremely unpleasant.

"I advise you to drop your weapons and surrender, or you will be chopped into pieces."

His eyes were full of amusement. He didn't believe that even if these two men were powerful, they could defeat the thousands of people here. He looked at Dabao's handsome face, then turned to look at Feng Yiming's eyes that were about to drip with tears, and he was filled with jealousy.

If half of his face had not been burned by the fire, he would still be Feng Yiming's most beloved male companion. Thinking of this, he became even more crazy. He jumped up, raised the hooks in both hands high, and was ready to chop Dabao's face into pieces. Even if he was punished for it, he would accept it.

It's a pity that dreams are too full and reality is too skinny. Just one roar made everyone's ears buzz.

"roll!"

A huge figure stretched out his arms and punched out like lightning, hitting Tiemian's face. Everyone held their breath and heard a voice.

"Crack!"

Tiemian's body rolled in the air and flew out, crashing into the room.

Several dwarf mules were knocked down and they screamed in pain before they could even cry out.

"Where's Iron Face's head? It was smashed off..."

Everyone turned around and looked at the giant in astonishment. Lian Hu smiled foolishly and said in a low voice.

"It really doesn't take a beating!"

Feng Yiming opened her mouth wide but couldn't close it. She knew Tiemian's kung fu best. Even if she wanted to defeat Tiemian, it would take fifty moves. But the giant in front of her knocked Tiemian's head off with just one punch. How much strength did it take?

The devil Wang Yu was filled with grief and anger, and she shouted loudly.

"Go to hell!"

She jumped up and hit Dabao on the head with the meteor hammer in her hand...

It’s not that both she and Tiemian like to jump up and hit people, but the blood on the ground has mixed with the soil to become blood mud, which is so sticky that you can’t pull it out when you step on it.

Dabao curled his lips in contempt and stretched out his right hand to grab the meteor hammer. He pulled it and Wang Yu fell towards Dabao without control. Dabao stretched out his left hand to grab her hair and wrapped the chain of the meteor hammer in his right hand around her neck twice.

Dabao pulled hard with his right hand, and the chain of the meteor hammer suddenly tightened. With a snap, Wang Yu's neck broke and his head drooped down.

Dabao let go of his hand, and Wang Yu's body fell heavily into the bloody mud, his legs still twitching slightly.

Dabao clapped his hands, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said lightly.

"Eleven minutes left."

Feng Yiming's face was so pale that even makeup couldn't cover it up. She gritted her teeth and spoke.

"Who are you anyway?"

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to understand what he was saying.

Dabao waved at her.

"You're not even worthy of asking my name, Feng Yiming. You and Tornado have eleven minutes left. You only have two choices: hand over the people from Wanwan to me, or get down here and die."

Feng Yiming's face flushed and paled. She was now in a dilemma. Should she go down and fight to the death to avenge her two men? What a joke! The Iron-faced siblings couldn't even withstand a single blow from them. How could she possibly hold out for many moves? Furthermore, judging by the way these two seemed to be still eager to fight, they hadn't even given their all. What should she do now?

Everyone's eyes were on Feng Yiming. As majestic as Feng Yiming had been when he walked out just now, she looked as miserable now. She gritted her teeth and shouted towards the corridor on the second floor.

"Prince Ming, they're not just looking for us siblings, they're also looking for you and your uncle. What do you think? Do you want to continue watching the show, or do you want to destroy them? I'm a woman, and no matter what, I can't be the master of you men."

A crowd flashed in the corridor on the second floor, and Xiang Yicheng's nephew, Prince Ming, came out. His face was ashen, and he was secretly cursing Feng Yiming, the woman, in his heart.

It's really mean! Knowing that you can't win, you still want to kill someone with a borrowed knife. No wonder people say: Kowloon Walled City, Dragon and Phoenix Hall, Overlord Pavilion, Thirteen Taibaos, ghosts and gods are shocked, the mouth is sweet and the belly is a sword.

Dabao said impatiently,

"Hurry up, there are still seven minutes left."

The muscles on Taiziming's face were trembling. If these two men were not too brutal, he would have ordered his men to kill them. Taiziming looked at the dwarf mules around him. There was fear in the eyes of these guys. They usually didn't treat the police like this, and they were at a loss when faced with such a situation today.

There was a thin man in a suit wearing glasses, but the suit was wrinkled as if it had never been washed. He leaned close to Prince Ming's ear and whispered.

"Brother Ming, as the saying goes, a big reward will always bring out brave men. If you take out some money, these guys will fight for it."

When the question of taking out some money was brought up, Taizi Ming's face immediately changed. Asking him to take out the money, isn't that asking for his life?

"Fuck you..."

The man in the suit said quickly.

"Hey, Brother Ming, listen to me. No matter how much money you put out, as long as you can motivate these people to kill these two, then you can take the accounts to the Taiwanese and ask for the money. They won't dare not pay it back. Then you will not only not lose money, but you will make money."

When it comes to making money, Taizi Ming becomes excited.

"Oh, you can make money? How do you make money?"

The man in the suit chuckled, revealing eight big yellow teeth.

"No matter how much you spend, when you report it to the Taiwanese guy, just add a zero at the end..."

Tai Ziming's eyes sparkled, and he patted the man in the suit on the shoulder.

"You have a clear mind. What's your name? Who are you with?"

The man in the suit nodded and bowed, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Brother Ming, my name is Asong. I'm Haopo's son. I just resigned from my job and came back."

Prince Ming nodded.

"A Song, right? Follow me and start working from now on!"

The man in the suit was so overjoyed that he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

"Thank you, Brother Ming. Thank you, Brother Ming."

Prince Ming lay on the balcony, looking at Dabao and Lianhu. He smiled, shook his head and shouted loudly.

"Listen up to me, everyone! Whoever can kill these two idiots will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan by my prince!"

The dwarf mules were all furious. One hundred thousand? How many years would it take to earn it back? The desire for money is always the most direct, and this desire can cover up all fears.

Feng Yiming laughed out loud when he saw it.

"I'll add another hundred thousand! As long as we kill them both, we'll have two hundred thousand."

Prince Ming shouted loudly,

"What are you waiting for? Strike first and gain the upper hand! Don't let anyone else snatch the 200,000 yuan bounty..."

The dwarf mules could no longer bear it. They shouted wildly, brandished their machetes, and jumped down from the building...