"What, you still want me to collect the body for you?"

Du Sheng slowly stood up and looked at Sangbo word by word:

"Your people are spreading the word on the streets that my subordinate Yang Tian has committed a taboo and wants to leave without even giving an explanation?"

Xu Yaode, who had been watching the development of the situation, didn't know what to say and sighed slightly in his heart.

Because he could tell that these two people didn't want to talk at all.

I'm afraid that after tonight, there will be another bloody storm in the world.

As expected, Sangbo showed off his cards directly and said with a ferocious look:

"Dongguan boy, you dare to hold on to a subordinate who has committed a big taboo in the world, and you still want to give an account?

How about I, Jordan Road, with two thousand troops, come to Wan Chai to give you an explanation?"

"Hey! Two thousand troops, I'm so scared. What should I do if I'm so scared that I can't sleep tonight?"

Du Sheng laughed unscrupulously twice, then suddenly his smile faded and he turned to look at Yang Tian:

"How many red envelopes did Dao Zai Qiang give you when he entered the family?"

Yang Tian glanced sideways at Sangbo and said in a deep voice:

"3600."

When a younger brother joins a community, he or she is usually given a lucky break. Those who have no money are given 36 yuan, those who are ordinary are given 360 yuan, and those who are rich are given 3,600 yuan or more.

In addition to the long-term meaning of Sanliu, the amount of money given also means the degree of protection.

"3600, as the speaker, you don't know what this number means, right?"

Du Sheng's eyes were terrifyingly cold and he said:

"You are slandering my subordinates but you can't provide any evidence. I stand firm.

If you don't even give me an explanation, how can I hang around in the world?"

Sangbo stared at Du Sheng coldly, with anger flickering in his eyes.

He has been a speaker for seven years and has seen many unruly and conceited people, but in terms of arrogance, none of them can compare to the one in front of him.

"Okay! Let me see what you want to explain?"

Du Sheng looked at Xu Yaode who was silent and said calmly:

"This is Uncle De's territory. If you don't cause any trouble to him, you will punish yourself with three drinks and go out."

"What if I don't drink?"

Sangbo glanced at the wine bottle brought by Wei Jixiang, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

Because this is not just a matter of self-punishment, but also involves the issue of face.

What's more, is this someone forcing you to drink?

The short mule hangs around in the world just for fame and thin face.

If this spreads out, what shame will he have?

"Then there's no need to choose a date."

Du Sheng's tone was calm, but the killing intent in his words was clear:

"As long as you step out of the teahouse, I guarantee that today will be your death wish next year!"

Sangbo glanced outside the teahouse. His troops were getting thinner and thinner, and he couldn't even occupy a corner of the door.

But the opponent's troops were still charging forward one after another, and their expressions became even more gloomy.

You don't need to ask to know that his follow-up troops were blocked by an accident.

Veins popped up on his hands, and his expression changed again and again. Finally, he suppressed his anger and pointed at Du Sheng:

"Very good, you have the guts!

You are the first person who is brave enough to offend my Xinji like this!"

After that, he grabbed a bottle of wine and drank two gulps, threw it directly to the ground, and said a harsh word before leading the troops out:

"Buy a coffin for the cemetery, I'm afraid you won't survive the weekend."

Du Sheng poured a glass of wine with a calm expression, drank it all in one gulp, stood up and said to Yang Tian:

"I'm sorry to trouble Uncle De tonight. I'll pay the bill later and then leave."

After saying that, he nodded to Xu Yaode and strolled out the door.

Xu Yaode looked at Du Sheng who was leaving lightly, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Judging from his many years of experience, if this kid doesn't die, he will definitely be the first to soar into the sky.

Seeing Sangbo and others disperse angrily, Du Sheng got into the car, looked at the people around him and said slowly:

"This battle will definitely be fought.

It’s either early tonight or tomorrow night, so be prepared.”

Not to mention the conflicts between the two parties, now his territory has expanded a lot, and express delivery and shipping are booming, and he is gradually remembered by more and more prefixes.

Even if Zangbo doesn't cause trouble this time, other social media will jump in to pick the fruits.

Since sooner or later we have to fight to build our reputation, we might as well choose a strong-powerful sacrificial flag.
Chapter completed!