Chapter 102: Chapter 102: I’ll Give You Another Chance
"Let’s go together!"
"We’re from the sa village; we can’t just let others bully Dashan!"
The villagers followed behind Zhang Xueyi, coming out of the store, each voluntarily standing beside Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan turned his head to look at these familiar faces, feeling a warm current in his heart, and raised his head to Deng Biao, "Do you have anything to say?"
Sun Xiaolong hid in the crowd, suddenly startled. These words sounded familiar, very familiar indeed!
Deng Biao glanced at the weak and old behind Chen Dashan, sneered, and said, "The protection fee is 200,000, not a cent less today, and also, kneel and kowtow to , then we’ll call it even."
Deng Biao took off his glasses with his hand, squinting his eyes and staring at Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan said with a smile, "What if I don’t agree?"
"Don’t agree?"
"It’s not up to you not to agree. If you don’t agree, I’ll cut off your hand tendons or foot tendons today — choose one!"
Deng Biao sneered, tilting his chin up, exuding arrogance.
The villagers’ faces darkened, and they clenched their fists in anger, bracing for a fight to the death.
The atmosphere intensified, a battle about to erupt!
"I’ll teach you what rules are!"
After Deng Biao finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and his henchn raised their steel rods and smashed them toward Chen Dashan’s head. Chen Dashan remained unfazed, dispatching them with his fists, and soon only Deng Biao and Sun Xiaolong were left standing at the door.
Sun Xiaolong opened his mouth in horror, his face showing an expression as if he’d seen a ghost.
Seeing Chen Dashan coming closer, Sun Xiaolong was so frightened that his legs went weak, clinging to Deng Biao’s back like a monkey, with both hands tightly grasping.
At this mont, Deng Biao’s face was pale, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.
Seeing Chen Dashan approaching, Deng Biao, trembling, said, "You... you, I’ll give you one last chance, if you kneel down and beg for rcy..."
Before he could finish, Chen Dashan had already rushed up to him.
Deng Biao raised the steel rod in his hand, his face twisted with ferocity, and was about to strike with full force when his wrist seed to be clamped in mid-air, unable to move.
Deng Biao beca frantic, his face turning red.
Chen Dashan held Deng Biao’s wrist and gently exerted force: "Crack!"
A sound of bone breaking echoed, and Deng Biao scread in agony, his voice as deafening as slaughtering a pig.
The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded, their faces in disbelief.
Chen Dashan casually took the steel rod from Deng Biao’s hand, chuckled coldly, "What do you think is harder, your bones or this thing?"
As soon as Chen Dashan’s words fell,
Deng Biao saw the steel in Chen Dashan’s hand bend like a rubber band into an arc.
This...
This, this...
Deng Biao’s face was filled with terror, trembling all over, thinking this guy is inhuman, it’s impossible!
He knew how sturdy a steel rod was; a casual swing by anyone else wouldn’t even dent a wooden table, let alone an iron one.
"The show’s over; now it’s your turn!"
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Chen Dashan casually threw the steel rod on the ground, grabbed Deng Biao’s clothes, lifting the nearly two hundred kilos of Deng Biao off the ground. Deng Biao was so scared that his eyes bulged, and his mind buzzed.
What kind of person is this?
With a "thud
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