"Ahh! It seems that someone is not honest and insists on trying the knife in your hand to be fast?"

Li Yifan sighed intentionally, then looked at Lao Tao and said, "The fierce light flashed in Lao Tao's eyes. Without saying a word, he walked forward and kicked Asuman, who was kneeling on the ground, then stomped his hand and slashed it directly with one knife.

This dagger is not long, but it is extremely sharp. After the knife, it immediately brought about a ghost crying and howling sound from Asuman.

Asuman held his right hand, and three fingers were on the ground. The wound of the broken hand was still bleeding, and ten fingers were connected to the heart. Coupled with years of pampering, such severe pain was not something a guy like him could bear.

In the dark night and the surrounding uninhabited environment, in such an unfinished building, no one would hear Asuman's throat even if he shouted, so Li Yifan and the others were not afraid of the screams of this guy, and would reveal his whereabouts.

What Lao Tao enjoyed even more was the torture of Asuman at this time. Xiao Li had been with him for three years. He has always been Lao Tao's good brother, but he didn't expect that it would be in the hands of this uncredible Indonesian man today.

Originally, after the 1998 years of riots, Lao Tao did not trust these Indonesians very much, but there was no way. They were street gangsters because they had no strong support. If they wanted to do a business, they had to come to Asuman if they wanted weapons.

Everyone had a happy cooperation several times before. The money was paid off. Asuman was quite straightforward. Lao Tao gradually gained some trust in him, thinking that he was different from other Indonesian monkeys. He was still a trustworthy person. But this time he fell into these despicable and shameless Indonesian monkeys.

If Li Yifan wasn't around him, he would have ended up with Xiao Li this time. Maybe he had been thrown into a swamp by this bastard to feed the crocodile.

When he thought of this, when he thought of Xiao Li who died unjustly, Lao Tao was full of resentment towards this Indonesian monkey.

|"How is it? Are you planning to tell the truth now?"

Li Yifan looked at Asuman with a smile and asked, and his smiling face at this time seemed to Asuman to be more terrifying than a devil. He knew that if he didn't explain this time, the young man would definitely have more intense means to deal with him next.

But it doesn't matter. Even if you tell them where they are, Ali Dillal is not a simple person. The defense around that person is hundreds of times stronger than himself. If they are willing to die, they will let them go.

"I said, don't mess with me. I'll tell you all."

Asuman is very bachelor this time: "That Ali Dilal is the largest gang leader in the southern part of Jakarta. He is Mahmoud's loyal lackey..."

"Wait. Mahmoud, are you talking about Mahmoud, Yusuf, Pentax?"

Li Yifan asked quickly. Asuman couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard that Li Yifan had actually reported this name, but he still nodded with certainty.

Seeing Asuman's expression, Li Yifan knew that this old guy didn't say fake this time. He didn't expect that Mahmud was not a fool. He probably knew that he must have sent someone to retaliate against him. So long before they came to Indonesia, he asked his lackeys to instruct these arms dealers to be careful of the Chinese who had recently purchased heavy-duty weapons.

No wonder, if Mahmoud had no means and IQ to succeed so easily if he could become an oil tycoon in a country like Indonesia.

However, this guy is ruthless enough that he actually gave orders to these arms dealers through his own lackeys. Don’t underestimate this order. With such an order alone, I don’t know how many Chinese people who want to buy guns will fall to the hands of these arms dealers these days.

Damn it seems that this bastard really has some tricks. He would rather kill the wrong one than let it go. He can use such a method. It seems that he really didn't take us Chinese seriously.

However, the more this happens, the more Li Yifan feels that he cannot let this guy go. If he dares to do this, I must be good-looking. The tough side in his character has been highlighted this time.

However, he also quietly noticed that Lao Tao, who was next to him, had something wrong at this time.

But now, in front of Asuman, when he was still asking Lao Tao, Li Yifan gave Lao Tao a wink. Lao Tao didn't say anything, and walked over to Asuman.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll tell you all... I'll give you money, I'll give you money..."

Looking at Lao Tao who was walking over with a grin, Asuman obviously realized something. This old bastard was so greedy that he was afraid of death. In fact, when he was caught by them, he should have realized what he was going to be like now.

Soon Asuman stopped making any noise. Old Tao covered his mouth and stabbed him hard on the throat. The guy's vocal cords seemed to be stuck with the tape recorder, and could only make a creaking sound of a gentleman and his bellows-like breathing. He quickly kicked his legs and explained that here, blood flowed all over the floor.

In a place where gang forces are rampant like Jakarta, it is very easy to disappear alone forever. When Lao Tao saw this Asuman kicking his legs and swallowing, he didn't say anything nonsense. He directly found a piece of plastic cloth that he had turned out from somewhere, rolled Asuman's body inside, and then carried it downstairs.

With the flower crown open, Lao Tao took Li Yifan directly to a broken factory in the suburbs, knocked on the factory door, and took Asuman's body out of the trunk, and explained to the young man who was still sleepy when he opened the door: "Old rules."

The young man also put Asuman's body into a small cart without saying a word and pushed it behind. The two of them followed in. The man pulled the plastic cloth wrapped in the body and Asuman's clothes down, threw it into the stove next to him, and then threw Asuman into a big machine.

Li Yifan didn't know what this thing was for, but soon the roar of the machine and the blood splashed out of the inlet made him feel uncomfortable, and then he withdrew from the production workshop with Lao Tao.

“What is this for?”

When Li Yifan thought of Asuman's fate, he couldn't help but feel a little horrible.

"Haha, in a few months, this guy will turn into a pile of cat shit, or dog shit."

Lao Tao took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and threw one for Li Yifan. Li Yifan lit it, and at the same time he understood that this is a place to make canned pets such as cats and dogs. The thing he just saw was a material crusher. These Indonesian black# gangs are really cruel!

"That person won't leak the news, right?"

Li Yifan turned around and looked at the guy who was operating the machine in front of the crusher and asked Lao Tao.

"He...hey! He is also a poor person. In 1998, his whole family was killed by the Indonesian monkeys, and his tongue was cut off by those monkeys, so what do you think?"

Looking at the back of the lonely young man, Li Yifan felt a sudden realization at this moment. He did have such a great hatred with these monkeys. This guy would definitely not betray Lao Tao and the others. I am afraid that Lao Tao has other black# gangs over the years, and has sent this guy a lot of ‘raw materials’!

"Let's go."

Li Yifan took a few sips of cigarettes, then turned around and walked out.

In the car back to the city, Lao Tao was silent, and Li Yifan didn't say much. It was not until he was almost in the city that Lao Tao spoke.

"You won't really go to trouble Ali Dilal, do you?"

"Why not? Isn't it just a gang leader? What's so scary? I have a hundred ways to kill him!"

Li Yifan said with a sneer. Old Tao still had no expression, but continued to say.

"Indeed, it's not difficult to kill a Black Gang leader, but what I'm worried about is the person behind him."

"What? Have you heard of the name of Mahmoud, Yusuf, and Pentax?"

Li Yifan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. When they came, they didn't have enough information. They only knew that Mahmoud was an oil tycoon.

"Swish! Who doesn't know the reputation of Mahmood by those who have been in Jakarta? This guy is not an ordinary person. Before Ali Dilar took office, he was the largest gang leader in Jakarta. In 1998, this guy did a lot of evil. The two oil fields he controls were actually controlled by our Chinese company before, and behind them are the famous Lin family and Huang family in the Nanyang area. However, this guy relied on the massacre and killed many people from the Lin family and Huang family. In addition, he had collusion with the military, which made Lin Jiahua and Huang family.

In the end, he had to suffer a loss and transferred the two oil fields to his hands. It was through these two oil fields that he changed his shape and successfully washed himself ashore. From the original leader of the Black# Gang to the current celebrity and rich tycoon. This guy's experience is a legend in the eyes of those Indonesian gangsters, but in the eyes of us Chinese, this guy is a demon. During the riot in 1998, if he hadn't been the driving force behind him, how many Chinese in Jakarta would have died? How many people were killed by the gangsters under his command?"
Chapter completed!