Hong Kong news: A million soldiers have been mobilized; Uncle Deng begs me to be the leader.

boom--

"what!"

Screams echoed throughout the private room.

Just for a moment.

A gash appeared on the madman's head, dripping with blood, and the intense pain contorted his face.

But it's not over yet.

Chen Dao did not stop what he was doing.

Bang - bang bang -

One... two... three...

He slammed it more than a dozen times in a row.

Until finally the ashtray was smashed.

Chen Dao then stopped what he was doing.

At this point, the madman was already on the verge of death.

Chen Dao waved his hand.

The henchmen released him.

The madman collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his face stained with blood, looking utterly wretched, his initial arrogance completely gone.

Chen Dao walked up to him, squatted down, and said calmly, "Since you weren't leaving just now, then don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"Today I want your legs, so that Hung Hing can get to know me."

Hear this.

The madman weakly raised his head, looking angrily at Chen Dao, "You...you're courting death...I...I'm Brother Kun's man...Brother Kun won't let you get away with this..."

"You still don't understand me."

Faced with the madman's threat, Chen Dao ignored it and stood up.

then.

A dozen or so henchmen surrounded them.

Did you hear what I just said?

"A leg."

"Do it."

The dozen or so underlings responded in unison.

This imposing aura made the madman on the ground tremble with fear.

"Chen Dao, you'll regret this!"

He struggled to get up.

But as soon as he got up, one of his underlings kicked him over.

then.

Four henchmen stepped forward and pinned down the madman's limbs, making it impossible for him to struggle.

at this time.

One of the henchmen scanned the room and finally fixed his gaze on the chair where the madman had just sat.

I walked over and picked up a chair.

Under the madman's horrified gaze, the henchman picked up a chair and smashed it down on the madman's right leg.

With a "bang," the chair broke in two.

The madman also let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"what--"

Painful screams echoed in the private room.

He smashed it, and the underling looked at the madman's leg, not satisfied.

then.

He then raised his foot and stomped hard on the madman's leg.

With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking rang out, and the madman fainted from the intense pain and bleeding.

His leg was broken.

Chen Dao raised his hand, and his underlings stepped back.

Looking at the madman in agony on the ground, he smiled slightly, "Go back and tell Liang Kun that I, Chen Dao, am willing to take him as my subordinate. He can come over anytime."

The madman was convulsing on the ground in pain.

He no longer dared to resist.

This guy in front of me is absolutely ruthless!

He began to understand why people said Chen Dao was a ruthless person!

Chapter 18 Being Targeted by Ah Le

"Throw it out."

Chen Dao was too lazy to waste any more words and simply waved his hand dismissively.

Several henchmen then carried the barely alive madman out of the nightclub.

At this time.

The nightclub owner walked in and, seeing the man on the verge of death, his heart pounded.

The boss heard what the madman said.

After the madman was thrown out, the boss thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Dao, advising, "Um... Brother Dao... he is, after all, a member of Hung Hing. Your foundation is not yet stable, so it's best not to make enemies everywhere."

Chen Dao sat back down on the sofa.

After listening to his boss's words, he smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and said calmly, "That's my business."

Hear the words.

The boss was quite helpless.

He wanted to say something more, but seeing Chen Dao's unfriendly gaze, the boss swallowed hard and finally shut his mouth.

"If there's nothing else, it's best not to bother me."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The boss nodded repeatedly.

He dared not linger any longer and could only leave sheepishly.

After the boss left, a few underlings came in and cleaned up the scene.

soon.

Apart from a lingering smell of blood in the air, the private room was restored to its previous state.

Chen Dao lay half-reclined on the sofa, drinking wine with a carefree expression, showing no concern whatsoever for having just offended Hung Hing.

He is different from others.

If it were anyone else, offending a large gang like Hung Hing would probably make them restless and unable to eat or sleep.

after all.

If it were someone else, offending a gang would not only result in losing everything, but could also lead to their death.

But he is different.

With the system in place, he can gain reputation points and then use those reputation points to mass produce troops.

Thus.

On the contrary, it is entirely beneficial and without any harm.

Thinking.

Chen Dao took a sip of wine, composed himself, and looked at his system.

He was quite satisfied as he listened to the reputation points constantly ringing in his mind.

Just by breaking one of the madman's legs, the reputation points gained are enough to recruit another thirty people.

In just one day of crossing Hong Kong Island, Chen Dao had already gathered over a hundred assassins under his command.

If he can muster an army of 100,000, what are the Wo Shing and Hung Hing companies compared to him?

He's destined to climb to the top by stepping on others!

Thinking.