The agreed place for the transaction was outside a slaughterhouse.
The air around them was filled with an unpleasant smell.
Zhang Heng stopped the black Volkswagen. Not far from them, four men were playing a finger-chopping game around a small table.
The rules of this gambling game were simple. The players had to place one of their palms on the table and hold a knife in their other hand. The tip of the knife was pointed downward, and they had to quickly stab the gaps between their fingers. Whoever moved the fastest would be the final winner.
The whole process was very silly, but participating in the game was often regarded as a symbol of courage and guts.
The four men were having a great time, and they did not seem to notice that someone was coming.
"There are still twenty minutes before the agreed time. What should we do? Should we wait in the car, or should I go down and tell them?"
"Don't bother," Zhang Heng said indifferently and turned on the headlights.
The four men could no longer continue playing the game under the bright light. They stood up from their chairs, grabbed their weapons, and cursed at the same time.
The chemistry teacher's jaw dropped. "This … Isn't this rude?"
'Did you ever see robbers and ruffians have any manners? ' Zhang Heng said. "These four men are clearly trying to intimidate us. They know you are an ordinary person, and I bet they won't get up even if you don't get out of the car. If you go to them, they will pretend not to hear you. This is how they do things. They use this method to make you nervous, and the more afraid you are, the better it will be for them in the next negotiation."
Little Boy also said, "Is this the place where they asked for the transaction? The nearest camera is a kilometer away. With the current visibility, that camera can't capture anything. In other words, they have the absolute upper hand here."
The chemistry teacher was embarrassed. "We originally agreed to trade under the bridge, where you picked me up. But later, their person in charge received a phone call, saying that their boss wants us to trade in their territory. Otherwise, the deal will fall through. I know it's not good, but the person in charge of this transaction assured me that it will be very safe …"
"One is playing the good cop, and the other is playing the bad cop. It's just an old trick," Zhang Heng said. "But not having a camera is not entirely a bad thing. When you see my hand signal, get out of the car."
"Huh?" Before the chemistry teacher could understand what was going on, Zhang Heng had already opened the door and walked out.
"Are you the driver? Are you courting death by turning on the lights so brightly?!" The man at the very front, whose body was covered in tattoos, even his face, said fiercely, "Do you know whose territory this is?"
"More than two hundred years have passed, and you guys still haven't made any progress. You can only rely on numbers and poor makeup to pretend to be tough. It's really disappointing," Zhang Heng said calmly. "In that case, I'll show you what real evil is today."
"What are you talking about, you bastard?! You must be tired of living, "said the man with tattoos all over his body as he reached out to grab Zhang Heng's collar.
"What should we do?" The chemistry teacher in the car was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Why did they suddenly fight? There must be some misunderstanding. They may not know what we are here for. I'd better go down and negotiate with them."
Little Boy put her hand on the chemistry teacher's shoulder. "You heard what that guy said before he got out of the car. Let him handle this. You just wait in the car for the signal."
Having said that, there was a flash of worry in Little Boy's eyes.
The next moment, however, she saw the tattooed man suddenly clutching his neck and kneeling on the ground. His face was red, and he looked like a fish out of water. He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't inhale any air.
The remaining three looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Zhang Heng waved his hand, "Do you want to come at me together?"
Unlike the time when he dealt with the casino thugs, this time, Zhang Heng not only wanted to deal with the four guys in front of him, but he also wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on them.
Earlier, his punch directly hit the tattooed man's windpipe, and the latter experienced the thrill of suffocation. Now, the tattooed man's miserable condition had obviously affected his three companions. However, these Albanians valued fearlessness very much. Cowards could not survive in this cruel and dark environment.
Therefore, the three of them were stunned for a moment before they immediately rushed at Zhang Heng. One of them swung the iron hook used to hang pork at Zhang Heng's head, but before he could touch his target, his wrist was pierced by a knife that came out of nowhere.
Zhang Heng pulled out the newly bought knife, drawing a string of blood. "Find the hospital within twenty minutes, and you won't be left with a disability. It's your choice."
However, the young man with the injured wrist did not back down. Instead, all his courage was stimulated. He let go of his bleeding wrist, roared, and rushed at Zhang Heng again.
"Your courage is commendable. Unfortunately, you're an idiot. Do you really think you can survive here after being crippled?" Zhang Heng said as he smashed the nose of a guy who tried to attack him from behind with his elbow. "There's no such thing as respecting the old and caring for the young in this line of work."
For the last person, Zhang Heng chose to break one of the man's legs and let him wail on the ground. At this time, the brave man rushed at Zhang Heng again. Zhang Heng stood still until the man was right in front of him. Zhang Heng leaned sideways, easily dodging the man's attack. He then kneed the man in the lower abdomen.
This time, the world finally quieted down again.
Zhang Heng put away the folding knife in his hand, walked to the tattooed man, grabbed his hair, and dragged him three meters on the ground to the small table where the four of them played games. He then put the man's head on the table and grabbed the knife with his other hand.
"Which of your eyes do you prefer, the left or the right?"
The man could no longer maintain his previous tough image. Tears and snot gushed out of his eyes, and all that was left in his mind was the most primitive and instinctive fear of humans.
Until the next moment, a voice rang out.
"Enough."
An old man wearing a leather apron and dressed like a butcher, but his beard and hair were carefully trimmed, walked out of the slaughterhouse. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood on his hand. "Sorry, forgive me for not having a good memory. Friend, have we met before?"
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