Tang Dao sat in the car, closing his eyes, looking like he was sleeping, but in fact, he was exploring a new task in his brain consciousness.

"The Road to Tycoon (Three), controls more than 80% of legal casino business in Asia! Submits the task and gives different rewards."

The reward given by the system this time is very vague...

But Tang Dao had a premonition that he was probably no longer a simple weapon such as "air overlord" or "ground lone wolf". Perhaps what theoretical weapon was it?

For example, particle beam weapons or solar weapons?

Wake up, don't fall asleep.

However, this system successfully became addicted to Tang Dao's heart. If he didn't move forward, he would die!

He looked out the window. It started to rain in the dark night. He slapped the window. Looking carefully from above, there was a figure reflected in the glass, with white hair all over his head, his eyes were vicissitudes, and the corners of his mouth... He had long lost his happiness, and he must be unhappy. In his whole life, you can't control your life. Why did you live like a puppet when you are old?

Shake your head!

Wake up!

These are all fantasies. Only when he works hard can he be a young man forever.

Some people live just to keep trying, or this is the hope of survival.

"Go to the black market, you will be rewarded with a reward of 2 million US dollars for the life of the collapsed tooth cattle!" said Tang Dao.

The little angel sitting in the passenger seat was very upright. The boss was very unhappy. He was attacked again. How could he feel better? The little angel looked at the boss through the rearview mirror. Half of his face was in the shadow, while half of his face flashed by the light outside was soon blocked by the shadow.

"I understand." said the little angel.

...

Lisboa Nightclub.

You can tell whose industry it is by the name, Uncle Jiu!

People who are familiar with Uncle Jiu naturally understand what it means, half an Australian or seven cents. When a few gambling kings were there, they might still be able to fight with him, but their fate is different. Sometimes, you don’t need to show how powerful you are to defeat your opponent, but... use your life to endure the opponent to death, and whoever lives for a long time will be better.

Here, you have to be obedient, including Shuifang Lai, Bengyaku or other street markets.

This is the Peace Hotel, and many people choose to negotiate here, and everyone has an intermediary.

In a private room, there were smoke and smoke. There were more than a dozen strong men and a few slightly ** (self-braining method) women. These people didn't look good. The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right looked quite terrifying. In fact, this tattoo is a kind of totem worship, which belongs to a primitive tradition. They believe that they can gain power from a certain pattern or symbol, which gives the community, an insecure group, a certain psychological comfort.

And more importantly, when this group has the same totem system classification level, they are equivalent to having a legality of unity.

This is of great benefit to the stability of the community organization.

Of course, not all tattooed people are bad people. I can only say that they have their own hobbies, but in this case, they will definitely not be ordinary people.

There was a big guy sitting in the middle, looking at him from the face... it was not easy to get along with.

Chen Zhibiao, whose ancestral home is Hai Lufeng, was a neighbor with Benyaku since childhood. Later, when the other party was selling scalpers, he also joined [Seven Xiaofu], known as the fourth brother. Later, he thought that his name was not evil enough, so he changed it to Chen Zhibiao!

He has a great reputation, but recently, his relationship with the boss has become worse and worse. First of all, when the internal hall master was running for election, he lost to several other people. Moreover, among the five tiger generals who were spread privately in the gang, there was no brother Biao, which made him very unhappy. He felt that he was being looked down upon. What made him most angry was why Xi Mihua, who was the youngest, could enter?

Can't he do it?

Unfair!

Chen Zhibiao felt that his boss had been getting further and further away from him recently, to a certain extent, even alienated him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Today, I came here to vent my anger again. I listened to the singing with my companion next to me. I felt more and more irritable. I grabbed it and smashed it on the ground, "Sing your mother, what's the matter? Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" I slapped it up and knocked the singing lady to the ground. The other party covered his face and didn't dare to cry in a low voice.

Chen Zhibiao is not a good person. If he gets angry, he will lose his life.

The eldest brother was angry, and the younger brother suddenly became quiet. He turned off the music intelligently, pushed the lady away, and looked at the eldest brother seriously. They were the gangsters affiliated with Chen Zhibiao and were also confidants. They were all cut out from Qingcao Street. To be honest, they were all raised by Chen Zhibiao. How many mixed clubs could save money?

They only have the eldest brother in their eyes, no toothbrow!

"Damn it! I just don't agree. You said that Xi Mihua came from? They all crawled onto my head, I don't agree!" Chen Zhibiao was so drunk that he kicked over the table. The XO, brandy and other good wine on it all rolled on the ground. No one dared to pick it up. Now that he moved, he would not be sure to slap him in the face.

Many smart maids suddenly think it’s wrong, but they don’t have the courage to persuade the boss. You can’t say this nonsense. Are you not convinced?

What do you want to do? What are you planning to pull your brothers into the private room?

Some timids have already begun to think about a way out. If this is heard by the Bengya Koo, they will be in trouble when they are sitting.

Just when the atmosphere was in a stalemate, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside. It was very abrupt. It scared the people inside and someone picked up the guy, but before the person could see the door, the voice heard, "Brother Biao, Brother Biao..."

"You fuck you, right!" Chen Zhibiao picked up the wine bottle and threw it at the door. He didn't hit it accurately and hit it on the ground. The excited man suddenly became quiet. Standing at the door, he finally saw clearly that it was a fierce man under Chen Zhibiao's hands, named Jie Zaihua. He looked at the broken glass on the ground, then looked at the atmosphere in the private room, and finally realized that he was unlucky, but he still bit his teeth, "Boss, there is a news, I want to tell you."

"What news? Is your mother dead?" Chen Zhibiao's eyes were floating, and he began to stutter when he spoke. He was drinking too much.

Jie Zaihua smiled awkwardly and walked over. Chen Zhibiao sat on the sofa and placed his feet on the table. "Don't come over for me, just stand and say, let everyone listen to what's going on, and tell me if your mother died or your sister remarried."

Jie Zaihua looked a little resentful, but he quickly adjusted his mindset, "Someone gave a bonus of 2 million flowers and offered a reward for Brother Ju's life."

"Who! So bold, I'll kill him." Chen Zhibiao glared at her eyes and cursed subconsciously. Jie Zaihua's breathing was stagnant, "USD!"

Chen Zhibiao's voice stuck, "Let's go and see the elder brother! Whoever dares to touch the elder brother is to fight with me, Sang Biao!"
Chapter completed!