Devil Fruit of the City

ps: Today is Valentine's Day, it seems that tonight will be a good night, I wish you all a sweet dream.

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Justice Finance Limited Office.

A thick dark red desk with a desktop computer and two telephones on it. A boss chair with two chairs opposite. A row of sofas, a coffee table. This is how this office is set up, everything is very simple.

At this time, the office was brightly lit, and sitting on the boss's chair was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt, a black suit, and the attire of a successful person.  Urban Devil Fruit 159

Probably because he is used to a good life, he looks a little puffy, with a double chin, a thick and big gold chain hanging around his neck, and several buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, and there seems to be a blue dragon tattoo looming on his chest On the top, it feels a bit nondescript.

He sat there steadily, looking at Shen Tubao who was standing in front of the desk expressionlessly, with a dignified and dignified manner.

Standing beside the middle-aged man were two men who looked like door gods. They were strong and expressionless, but there seemed to be a bulging weapon pinned to their waist, with a murderous look.

There are three or four men in the room, very sturdy, sitting on the row of sofas with big horses and golden knives, or crossing their legs, or picking toothpicks, or smoking a cigarette, or closing their eyes to rest, very comfortable.

Outside the office door, there were still two guards standing with solemn expressions. There were seven or eight people inside and out, as if they wanted to protect the place like an iron bucket.

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing here? Do you want to borrow money?" After a long time, the middle-aged man sitting on the boss' chair asked slowly.

"No, brother dog, I'm here to give money." Shen Tubao looked at the surrounding environment, feeling very depressed, swallowed, and said cautiously.

"Send money?" The man called Brother Gou chuckled lightly.

"That's right." Shen Tubao nodded affirmatively, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "As long as Brother Gou can help me with one thing, all my property will be yours."

The middle-aged man couldn't deny it, and said: "Mr. Shen, I think you made a mistake. We are a financial company here, and we are doing serious business, not doing some "messy" things."

Hearing this sentence, Shentubao's face gradually turned cold, he sneered, and said: "Mad dog, don't you fucking think that you can bleach your hair by starting a company, everyone in the county doesn't know that you are Which onion? Your uncle, if you want to be a whore, don’t set up a memorial archway. I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve ever drank to wash your feet.”

A man sitting on the sofa stood up suddenly, pointed at Shen Tubao's nose, and cursed: "You are paralyzed, what kind of onion are you, where do you come from so much nonsense, don't you want to live anymore, don't you? You old bastard, Do you want me to send you to see your grandpa right away, can you control what Brother Gou wants to do?!"

"That's right, that's right, let's go, the old man thinks his life is too long, so he digs a hole and buries himself, don't come out and make a fool of himself." Several grandsons beside him also joined in.

The mad dog glanced at Shen Tubao, a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes, he snorted coldly, and did not answer.

"Hahahaha..." Shentubao laughed, very loudly and wildly.

After a long time, the people around were quiet, and then he stopped laughing, with a cold look in his eyes, and a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, and said: "Mad Dog, since I'm here, I'm not afraid of your tricks, others are afraid of you." , I am not afraid!"

Mad Dog's eyes narrowed, he tightly held the handle of the chair, his veins bulged, and he stared at Shen Tubao intently. Seeing this, the subordinates next to him also tensed up, as if waiting for Mad Dog's order, Do it now.

Shen Tubao completely ignored the mad dog's actions, and said to himself: "I have worked hard in the county for decades by myself. Although I can't be said to be rich, I can be regarded as a small savings. Houses, bank deposits, storefronts, etc. The stock and so on add up to five or six million."

"Tell me, if I use this money to issue an order to kill you, a bonus of 6 million, to kill you mad dog, do you think you will survive tomorrow? Mad dog!"   Devil Fruit of the City 159

Hearing these words, Mad Dog's pupils shrank suddenly, his body trembled, and he didn't speak, but his clenched fists loosened.

Six million? Not to mention six million, even if it is sixty thousand yuan, there will be a lot of desperate gangsters rushing to kill his mad dog. Sometimes human life is so worthless.

Don't look at his mad dog claiming to have thousands of thugs in the county, that's just an exaggerated number, except for some fake ones, some students who followed suit, the real core thugs, one or two hundred, is not bad.

And there are only a dozen or so bodyguards who often surround him to protect him. That is to say, if there is a professional killer who is determined to kill him, one bullet is enough.

What's more, if there is the temptation of six million bonuses, he really can't guarantee that any of his subordinates will be tempted to kill him for the money.

The two bodyguards standing next to the mad dog gasped when they heard this, that's six million! Their monthly salary is only 10,000 yuan.

Usually eat and drink, plus shopping, living expenses left to the family and so on, the money accumulated in a year, 50,000 to 60,000 is already very frugal.

In other words, it will take them at least a hundred years to accumulate this money. Once they have this money, they will have a lifetime of wealth.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the two of them shrank involuntarily, and they were all thinking in their hearts: if they kill someone, they can have so much money, will they do it?

And the four men sitting on the sofa didn't dare to continue clamoring any more. If this old man really issued this order to kill him, needless to say, his boss, mad dog, would definitely die.

If their boss dies, their fate may not be very good.

"Don't be afraid, I'll kill you here." Mad Dog licked his parched lips, looking at Shentubao with bloodshot eyes.

"Hey, try it, I've already made arrangements before you come here." Shen Tubao didn't care at all, "Anyway, I don't want to live anymore, so it seems good to drag one or two people on my back."

Mad Dog's tone was suffocated. Damn, this damn old madman, how could I be so unlucky? !

The so-called tyrannical ones are afraid of death. This old man is not afraid of death at all. His so-called means are useless. If he is a little tougher, he must be the one who suffers.

In short, you can't reason with a lunatic.

"Hehe, Lao Shen, I was just joking just now, don't worry, if you have anything to do, just say it. I can do it, and I will try my best to help you." Thinking of this, Mad Dog had to show a look An amiable smile, damn, first appease this old guy, don't let this old guy get mad here.

Although his nickname is Mad Dog, it doesn't mean that he is a fool, exchanging his life with a madman is an act only a fool would do. He has a lot of good times to enjoy.

After listening, Shen Tubao said in a deep voice: "Brother Gou, I only need you to do one thing for me, then the money will be yours, and I will not continue to embarrass you any longer."