If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

The battle between Ma Chao and Laba ended in Ma Chao's complete defeat. Ma Chao was also severely punished by his boss, and all the losses this time had to be borne by Ma Chao, which made the narrow-minded Ma Chao hate him to the core. "Laba, I will make sure you die a horrible death." Ma Chao swore viciously while lying on the sofa. At the same time, his hatred for the man in his heart gradually deepened. "Damn it, I earned so much money for you, and you just bullied Ah Hao for fun. You always blame me and don't help me. It's not me who caused the goods to be seized by the police this time. Not only did you beat me, but you also made me bear the losses. You old man, don't even think about getting off easy." Ma Chao's heart was twisted. For people like him, he would never be wrong. It was always others who wronged him.

With his murderous intent in mind, Ma Chao began to make his plans. Laba was relatively easy to deal with, a simple peanut would do the job. It would only be a bit of a hassle afterward. After all, with a gun, the police would definitely be watching and would need to find someone to take action. Ma Chao called back his underlings in charge of the drug operation. "Your boss has been ambushed this time, and the loss is so great. Laba must not be spared. Draw lots and kill him!" With no other options, the underlings began drawing lots, and finally, a short man drew the killing lot. Ma Chao gave him a resettlement allowance and a pistol, sternly warning him to kill Laba within three days and not to cause any trouble. If Laba caught him, he could commit suicide. If the police caught him, he must keep the details a secret, or his entire family would be killed. Ma Chao watched the short man, known as Tall Man, take the pistol with a determined look and swear to help his boss complete the task.

Life is unpredictable. Ma Chao never expected that Gao Lao wasn't going to kill Laba himself, but was instead using a lottery to pull off a scheme. For Gao Lao, life couldn't be better. His boss's intelligence was seriously lacking. He'd always made a killing by selling off the goods. Over the years, he'd already amassed nearly ten million. He didn't want to take on such a dangerous task. He didn't want to give up his good life. So, he followed his boss's lead and set up a lottery, but this time, he made it a bit more grand.

"Brother, Yizai is so sincere, let him do it. Why bother with the lottery?" a handsome, scoundrel said, pulling Gaolao. "I don't want to do it either. No one did it before, so we had to draw lots. Now everyone's vying for it, so we still have to draw lots. You bastards are all desperate, who's that?" Gaolao replied nonchalantly, "Yizai..." "Yizai, let me teach you a lesson. If you win the lottery, it means one foot in the grave. One step to heaven, one step to death. It's not as simple as you think. You have to think it through." After saying that, he patted Yizai's face and left. "Okay, evreybody, everyone, be quiet and listen to me. You all know why we're here today: to draw the good brother who is ready to die." Gaolao shouted to the people around him, holding the microphone. That's right, Gaolao, the loser, booked a karaoke bar and held a grand lottery ceremony. "I've come up with a great idea. Have you noticed? Every girl today looks like me. They're all the same," said Gao Lao, wearing a colorful wig. "One of them has an apple in the most hidden part of her body. From now on, everyone picks a girl. In half an hour, the apple will appear, and the guy who chooses will win the jackpot tonight." He then dropped the microphone and went off to have fun. Yizi and Tiebi began their apple-hunting quest. Half an hour later, Gao Lao picked up the microphone and announced, "Tonight's exciting moment has arrived. Please welcome our Miss Apple." As soon as he finished speaking, Yizi dragged Miss Apple to the front desk.