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

Hearing this chilling scream, Ah Gui broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as he was wondering whether he should get closer to see what was happening, the next moment...

boom--

The toilet door was pushed open again.

Chen Dao walked out unhurriedly.

He was dragging Zhu Rouhua, whose face was covered in blood from being beaten, along with his hands.

Seeing Pork Wah's miserable state, Ah Gui was stunned for a moment, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​going forward to persuade him.

after all.

He doesn't want to die yet.

"You fucking dare to hit me?"

"Chen Dao, you're fucking finished!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The pork, being dragged along, cursed angrily.

Chen Dao dragged him out of the toilet. Hearing the cursing, he frowned. Then, he kicked Zhu Rouhua in the stomach. Zhu Rouhua cried out in pain, bent over like a shrimp, and cried out in agony while clutching his stomach.

Chen Dao glanced around the private room, walked to a table not far away, picked up a bottle of strong liquor, and squatted down in front of Zhu Rouhua.

then.

Chen Dao splashed an entire bottle of liquor directly onto Zhu Rouhua's face.

Pork Hua's face was covered in blood; the moment he came into contact with the alcohol, the immense pain contorted his face.

"what!!!!"

"You fucking!!!"

Pork Hua screamed in agony as the effects of the alcohol completely wore off.

"Chen Dao, you fucking have guts!"

"If you've got the guts, kill me. Don't let me out of here, or I'll kill you."

"Chen Dao, I'm going to chop you up and feed you to the fish!"

Pork Hua howled, his face full of anger, but even after being beaten up by Chen Dao, he still looked disdainful, clearly not taking Chen Dao seriously and thinking he was that easy-to-bully bastard.

Hearing Zhu Rouhua's insults, Chen Dao was not angry. He smiled slightly and patted Zhu Rouhua's fleshy face.

"Don't rush, you're not leaving this room today. You want to kill me? Fine, but you'll have to wait until your next life."

The murderous intent in Chen Dao's words made Zhu Rouhua's pupils suddenly shrink. Realizing something was wrong, he struggled violently.

"You...what do you want to do!"

"I have great things to do, so I can only use your life to make a name for myself."

When you're out in the game, all you're really after is a reputation.

How can I become famous the fastest?

simple.

If you take down a notorious thug, you can become famous instantly.

Obviously.

Chen Dao is planning to use Pork Hua as a stepping stone.

The words fell.

Chen Dao smashed the liquor bottle in his hand, grabbed a shard of glass, and suddenly grabbed Zhu Rouhua's hair.

Pork Hua panicked and struggled even more fiercely.

but.

Although he looks tall and imposing, he's just a useless good-for-nothing.

Chen Dao slammed his head to the ground, and forcefully slashed the glass in his hand across Zhu Rouhua's trachea.

The movements are crisp and clean.

Blood gushed out as if it were free.

Pork Belly's eyes widened, but gradually lifelessness faded from them.

aside.

The hostess was terrified.

When had they ever seen such a bloody scene?

Even Ah Gui couldn't help but tremble at the sight of Pork Wah's miserable state.

ruthless!

Too bad!

Chen Dao ignored them.

After finishing off Pork Hua, and hearing the notification sounds that kept ringing in his mind, he smiled with satisfaction.

soon.

He then gained a significant amount of reputation points.

He can start massing troops now.

In other words, he can do something bigger now.

after all.

When you're out in the game, isn't it all about brotherhood?

Chapter Six: This is just the beginning.

Chen Dao wasn't very satisfied with his system at first. After all, other transmigrators' systems basically provided a bunch of awesome skills, while his could only produce troops. Compared to that, it was far inferior.

but.

He quickly figured it out.

This system may be more suitable for this era.

What era is this?

This was an era teeming with organized crime!

There are no magic spells or immortal techniques here, only a single blade.

In this era, mass-producing troops is more practical.

Just kidding?

When you're out in the game, it's all about having the numbers.

Wo Luen Shing?

joke.

If he had 100,000 brothers, what could a mere Wo Luen Shing do to him?

even.

If he had a million brothers, even the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau would have to watch his face, and those foreigners behind him wouldn't dare to touch him!

Thinking of this, Chen Dao smiled slightly and casually moved a stool over to sit down.

"Is there any cigarette?"

"what?"

"cigarette."

Wen Ruojiuqi

Ah Gui was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly. He nodded hurriedly, shakily got up from the ground, and shakily took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket, half of which was already soaked with blood. He picked out a good one, handed it to Chen Dao, and respectfully lit it for him.

Chen Dao took a deep breath, enjoying the pleasure brought by nicotine, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. Then, he turned his head and glanced at Ah Gui.

Although I didn't speak.

But just one look was enough to terrify Ah Gui.

He quickly moved to a corner, distancing himself from Chen Dao.

no way.

There are two people lying in this private room right now!

He doesn't want to be the third.

See this.