The powerful cultivators in the city

Chapter 58



The truth is, the truth is, the truth is.

Speaking of this, Chen Hao opened a video on his phone and turned the screen towards the fat man.

In the video, it was the scene of the shirtless man, the yellow-haired man and others gathering to gamble.

"According to Article 303 of the Criminal Law, for the purpose of profit, gathering people to gamble or gambling as a profession shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention or control, and a fine. In serious cases, the sentence shall be fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years."

Chen Hao smiled, "You see, not only you understand the law, I understand it too."

The fat man's face became extremely ugly.

"And when we were downstairs, your men tried to hit me with sticks, including the fact that you just let the dog scare me and ordered them to beat me to death... I filmed all of this."

Chen Hao clicked on a few more videos, "Even if you testify against me, I am acting in self-defense."

He secretly used his magic power to control the phone to film this.

"If I show this to the police, who will the police believe is the evil gangster?"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "In fact, I don't even need to show it to them. As long as we stand together, it's clear who is the gangster and who is the good citizen."

"Okay, you're awesome, you're really awesome!"

The fat man was furious, "But I tell you, you still can't take a penny!"

"It seems you want to go to jail."

Chen Hao's face turned cold.

This guy really won't cry until he sees the coffin.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not the boss of Xingda Engineering Company. I'm just hired to look after the place. I can't give you any money at all. Even if you put me in the police station, it's useless. Besides, my boss has connections. He can get me out as long as he spends some money."

The fat man said proudly.

"You're not the boss, why are you still talking to me for so long?"

Chen Hao was furious.

"Boy, I advise you not to call the police, because you will definitely not get the money."

The fat man sneered, "If you have guts, wait for our boss to come. Whether you can get the money then depends on your ability."

As he said, he pushed the body of the sheepdog to the ground, picked up the chair, sat down in a dignified manner, and took out a tissue to wipe the blood stains on the table.

"Okay, I'll wait for your boss to come!"

Chen Hao said grimly, and as soon as he moved his hand, the Kongya dagger shot out immediately, and with a sound of snatching, it pierced the fat man's palm fiercely and nailed it to the table.

"Ah!"

The fat man screamed in pain and reached out to pull it out.

"If you dare to move, I will nail your other hand to the table."

Chen Hao said indifferently.

The fat man's hand froze, and he said in horror: "If this goes on, I will die from excessive blood loss."

"Do you think my time is so easy to waste?"

Chen Hao said coldly, "If you don't want to die, call your boss immediately and tell him to get back quickly."

The fat man was shocked and frightened. He had to endure the pain and trembled to grab the office phone with his other hand.

"I want to see who is so bold as to kill my beloved dog!"

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded.

After the voice fell, a fat middle-aged man who looked like a nouveau riche walked into the office angrily.

"Boss, this guy killed your dog and kicked Ermao seriously!"

"That's right, he is so arrogant. He also cut off our company's monitoring line and threatened that we must pay back the money."

Huangmao and other gangsters followed behind, as if they had something to rely on, and pointed at Chen Hao and shouted.

"Boss, you're back, save me, this guy hurt my hand!"

The fat man was also overjoyed.

He seemed to have the confidence, and he pulled out the dagger with a gritted teeth. He was in so much pain that his teeth were grimacing and tears flowed out.

The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Hao, walked to the desk with a gloomy face, and stretched out his hand to the fat man and said, "Give me the knife!"

"Boss, be careful, this kid is very skilled."

The fat man thought that the boss was going to take revenge for him personally, so he quickly handed over the dagger and reminded him.

As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed his other uninjured hand, pressed it hard on the table, and stabbed the dagger fiercely.

Puff!

The sharp blade instantly pierced the palm of the fat man's hand and deeply penetrated into the table.

"Ah!"

The fat man immediately let out a terrifying howl, and his face twisted in pain.

Huangmao and other gangsters were shocked.

"Brother Chen Hao... No, Mr. Chen, this bastard actually dared to offend you. Do you think I can deal with him this way?"

The middle-aged man turned around, with a flattering face, and nodded to Chen Hao

said.

"So you are the boss of Xingda Engineering."

Chen Hao sneered, "Such a company really fits your image."

This middle-aged man is the nouveau riche who supports Wu Sha.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, how much money our company owes you, I will pay it back immediately."

The nouveau riche smiled awkwardly, secretly complaining in his heart.

How come I ran into this plague god again after just two days of not seeing him.

"Eight hundred thousand."

Chen Hao said lightly, "Also, your men threatened me verbally, used violence, and pretended to be the person in charge, delaying me for a long time. How do you settle this account?"

The nouveau riche heard the words, his facial muscles twitched a few times, turned around, and kicked the fat man's knee hard.

Plop!

The fat man immediately knelt on the ground with a scream, pulling the wound on his hand, and it hurt like hell.

"Slap yourself in the face and apologize to Mr. Chen. If Mr. Chen is not satisfied, I will chop off both of your hands and feed them to the dogs!"

The nouveau riche shouted.

"I was wrong, Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, please let me go..."

The fat man didn't expect Chen Hao to be so powerful that he didn't even dare to offend his boss. He was shocked, hurt, and regretful. He had to slap himself hard with his other injured hand and cried bitterly.

"And you, kneel down and slap yourself and apologize."

The nouveau riche turned around and pointed at Huangmao and others and shouted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, we were wrong..."

The gangsters were also completely dumbfounded. They had to kneel down, slapping themselves hard and begging.

"You don't think you can compensate me by letting your men abuse themselves."

Chen Hao said coldly.

"How could it be..."

The nouveau riche smiled carefully, walked to the desk, took out two blank checks, wrote the amount, and took out the official seal and the financial seal from the safe to stamp.

"Mr. Chen, one is for the 800,000 yuan debt, and the other is for 10 million yuan. I will compensate you."

A trace of pain flashed across his face, and he handed the check over with both hands respectfully.

"You are sensible."

Chen Hao took it, took a look, and after confirming that it was correct, he put away the check, stood up and left with a sneer.

"Finally, this plague god is gone..."

The nouveau riche was relieved and collapsed on the sofa.

"Boss, Mr. Chen is gone, can I go to the hospital to see him?"

The fat man was sweating profusely in pain and begged.

"Fuck, you still dare to talk? If it weren't for you bastards, how could I lose more than 10 million!"

The nouveau riche's face was ashen, and he kicked him to the ground with one foot, kicking him hard as if to vent his anger.


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