Zhonghai City, Moon Bay.

On a private luxury yacht.

Zhonghu wore sunglasses and a floral shirt, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigar and drinking champagne.

On both sides of his left and right are two young beauties in bikinis.

Not far away, there are 12 male subordinates of different nationalities and different skin colors, but wearing all black suits, standing with their hands down.

These 12 burly men of different skin colors are the Twelve Storm Guards under his command.

At this moment!

A bloated man with a big back, a face full of flesh, and a big gold chain, hurriedly boarded a luxury yacht and appeared in front of Zhonghu with a bunch of subordinates with dragon and thorn tigers.

This bloated man is named Ding Zhaoji and nicknamed Ji Ge.

Since the fall of Jiangnan King Tang Beidou, he has gradually accepted the entire southern underground world. Now more than a year has passed, he has become the uncrowned king of the southern underground circle.

Ding Zhaoji is now in the south, and can be said to be a big shot who turns his hands into clouds and rain.

But at this time, he was sweating profusely, as nervous as a student who was late to school when he saw the principal, and he apologized to Tsuka Tsuka: "Mr. Tsuka Tsuka, it's rush hour now, and there's traffic jam on the road. I asked the driver to come across a red light, but I'm still a little late. I hope Mr. Tsuka Tsuka will forgive me."

Zhonghu looked at the southern underground emperor in front of him and said calmly: "It's okay, everyone will make mistakes, and I will make mistakes."

"It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, just correct it if you make a mistake."

Ding Zhaoji just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

But Zunhu turned around and asked his subordinates: "How long has he been late?"

His subordinates said respectfully: "Sir, Legion, this guy had made an appointment to meet you at six o'clock. When he appeared, it was already a minute late."

Just one minute late!

When Ding Zhaoji heard this, he felt a little relieved, thinking that being late for a minute was nothing.

However, the words of Zhonghu made him look bloodless.

Tsuka Tsuka said coldly: "A minute late, then just one finger should be the price of this mistake."

What?

The two young girls who were drinking around Zhonghu were shocked.

Ding Zhaoji was also shocked.

The vicious subordinates behind Ding Zhaoji were all shocked.

I was one minute late and I actually had to cut off a finger as the price of making a mistake!

Everyone looked at Zhonghu in shock, and many people couldn't help thinking: This guy is so crazy. Don't he know that the person in front of him is the emperor Ge Ge in the underground circle of Jiangnan?

Before Ding Zhaoji could come back from the epicenter, a few of the men behind him walked towards Zhonghu with anger on their faces and cursed: "What are you? Our boss is already giving you a lot of face when we come to see you. You dare to be proud of us in front of us boss. Do you believe it or not..."

Several guys have not yet approached Tomb Hu.

Among the 12 guards of the Storm behind Zhonghu, an Asian man with silver hair dyed all over his head flashed out with a cold face, like a white horse passing by.

Swish!

The moment the silver-haired man passed by, he pulled out his battle knife with his backhand, and the light of the knife flashed and disappeared.

Ding Zhaoji's men did not react, and all of them were cut open with sharp blades, and blood spurted out from their throats...

The few guys couldn't even scream, and they all covered their throats and fell to the ground, tragically dying on the spot.

"ah!"

The two young girls beside Zhonghu were all full of horror and screamed.

Ding Zhaoji's face was pale and his eyes were full of fear.

The men behind him were all like monkeys frightened by blood, frightened to retreat and shivering.

Zhonghu spoke lightly: "Bailong, retreat!"
Chapter completed!