Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

After seeing Tiger and his gang leave, Qiao Si was quite happy. He had a good day; he had even managed to get a job while out for a stroll. So Qiao Si went and bought some pig's head meat and a few bottles of cheap liquor to take back with him.

Back at the construction site, Qiao Si brought the foreman two bottles of liquor and some pig's head meat. "Boss, you're still awake? I went out and bought some pig's head meat and brought it to you."

"Hey, Qiao Si, what's going on? Come on, let's have a drink together." The foreman had his own small room and didn't squeeze in with Qiao Si and the others. When he saw Qiao Si bringing wine and meat, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore. I was thinking of taking a half-day off tomorrow morning. A friend of mine is sick, and I want to go visit him." Qiao Si lied.

Ah, go ahead, go ahead, be careful, and come back soon. Seeing the foreman feasting on meat and wine, he naturally granted Qiao Si leave.

After returning to the work shed, Qiao Si was quite happy and excited, unable to sleep.

He still had some pig's head meat and two bottles of liquor left, so Qiao Si called out to Yao Yifei, who was in the next bed, "Dafei, Dafei, get up, let's have a drink."

Yao Yifei turned his head and saw the pig's head meat and wine. He jumped up in a flash and exclaimed, "Damn, what good news is this?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you when it's all done. Come on, have a drink." Qiao Si said, opening a bottle of baijiu and handing it to Yao Yifei. The two drank until very late before going to sleep.

The next day, Qiao Si woke up groggily, looked at the clock, and exclaimed, "Damn, it's nine o'clock! I went to bed too late last night, damn it, I'm late!"

Qiao Si quickly got out of bed, not even bothering to wash his face, and ran to the address Tiger had given him yesterday.

After running for half an hour, Qiao Si finally arrived at the construction site, only to find a large crowd gathered there, including two people wearing hats.

Qiao Si finally managed to squeeze to the front and found Tiger. "Brother Tiger, I'm here!"

"Damn, why are you so late? Look at these few holdouts, they're really tough to deal with, we can't even get rid of them," Tiger said, pointing ahead.

Qiao Si looked ahead and saw several old men and women, as well as several old women, crying and wailing, as if someone in their family had died, sitting on the ground and howling.

The hat-wearing man tried to persuade this person and that person, but it was no use at all. Just then, an old man in his sixties ran out and was actually holding a kitchen knife.

Damn it, if anyone tries to demolish my house today, I'll chop them up.

"Uncle, put it down! You're breaking the law! Put it down now!" a hat shouted at the old man.

"My house is almost gone, what do I care about legality? Come on, whoever dares to demolish it, I'll take them down with me!" The old man brandished a kitchen knife.

"Fourth Brother, look, that old bastard is the worst. We've talked to him so many times, and we've even increased the money for him, but he just won't move," Tiger said to Qiao Si.

"Brother Tiger, if I can get them to move out, can I work for you from now on?" Qiao Si asked Tiger.

"Absolutely! Fourth Brother, I, Tiger, am putting this out there today: if you can get them to move out voluntarily without hurting a single person, I'll not only make you work for me, but I'll also give you 5000 yuan in one go," Tiger promised.

How much? Qiao Si didn't believe it.

5000 yuan, not a penny less, I keep my word.

"Brother Tiger, it's a deal." No sooner had Qiao Si finished speaking than he charged forward.

"What are you doing? Don't fucking come any closer, or I'll chop you up!" The old man saw Qiao Si heading straight for him and brandished the kitchen knife in his hand.

Qiao Si was not one to tolerate illness. He rushed to the old man and snatched the kitchen knife from his hand.

The old man was so frightened that he shuddered, took a big step back, tripped, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The two men who arrived saw Qiao Si snatch the kitchen knife and, fearing he would attack the old man, pointed at him and shouted, "Put it down! Don't do anything rash!"

Qiao Si ignored the old man who had fallen, turned around with the kitchen knife in his hand, and found a wooden table next to him with a pen and a notebook on it.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qiao Si placed his hand on the table, his five fingers spread apart, with his little finger spread the widest.

Then Qiao Si swung the cleaver, drawing an arc in the air, and chopped it down on his own hand with a loud bang.

Suddenly, Qiao Si's little finger, like a bouncy stick, detached from his hand and jumped onto the register on the table.

A few drops of bright red blood splattered on the white paper, slowly staining it red like ink.

Everyone present was stunned by Qiao Si's actions. Who was this guy? He dared to chop off his own finger without even flinching. He was incredibly ruthless.

Qiao Si saw that everyone was staring at him. The old lady and the old woman on the ground stopped crying and looked at him with teary eyes. The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The atmosphere was already quite set. Qiao Si kept swallowing. How could that thing not hurt? It's all flesh and blood. No matter how ruthless you are, it will hurt. It's just that Qiao Si has a higher tolerance for pain.

Despite the pain, Qiao Si slammed the cleaver onto the table and then raised his little finger, which was showing its white, stubble bone, with his good hand. Anyone nearby could clearly see that blood was still dripping from the little finger that Qiao Si had raised.

"Officer, is it illegal for me to cut off my own finger?" Qiao Si asked the two people wearing hats at the scene.

Then Qiao Si held up his finger in front of the holdout residents and said, "Listen up, if any of you can chop off your own finger like I can, then you don't have to move. If you can't, then get out of here right now. You have one day, only one day. I'll be back this time tomorrow."

After Qiao Si finished speaking, he walked down the street without looking back. Tiger was completely stunned. When Qiao Si reached his side, Tiger patted him on the shoulder and said...

Hey bro, I never knew you were so capable. Hurry, I'll take you to the hospital, or we won't be able to catch you.

It's nothing serious, I won't die. Qiao Si was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still kept his mouth shut.

"Damn, your face is all red. You guys hurry up and take Qiao Si to the hospital. I'll pay for it. Hurry up," Tiger ordered his henchmen.

Tiger's henchmen rode motorcycles and quickly took Qiao Si to the hospital.

The two hat-bearers at the scene couldn't do anything to Joe Si. He hadn't done anything malicious; you can't stop someone from cutting off their own finger, can you?

"That's enough, everyone disperse. We can discuss anything tomorrow." The hat shooed away the onlookers.

The holdout residents were stunned. The old man had stopped being stubborn, and the old woman had stopped crying and making a ruckus. They looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Will those holdout residents dare to continue their stubbornness under Qiao Si's intimidation? Stay tuned for the next episode.