"This guy will be ruined. He's so reckless; how dare he offend Wu Sandao."
"It's been two years since last site clearing. More than 100 members of the Green Tiger Faction all became fish meal. "
"Come on! Let's go. Do not be associated with this guy, or we'll be ruined."
His heelers wouldn't bother clearing up. On hearing Wu Sandao's words, all people, except members of his Flood Dragon Faction, disappeared within a minute.
Nobody would be stupid enough to watch a fight between factions, since it was not children's game or street fighting, but would take human life.
Jin Fucheng was also ready to leave, but one of the heelers of Wu Sandao stopped him and snorted: "Bloke, want to flee now? Too late!"
"Are you an idiot? All people have run away—clearly there must be a gas leakage or fire here. Are you waiting for death? Why don't you escape?" Jin Fucheng was in gloom.
That heeler was slightly stunned, for Jin Fucheng did things that people didn't expect, or he completely didn't understand the gangdom jargon--site-clearing.
"Boss, he's probably an idiot!" The heeler was almost sure about that.
Thinking of Jin Fucheng's current response and his behavior just now, Wu Sandao frowned and swore: "You mean I'm fooled by an idiot for quite a while? Son of a bitch, he's pretending. Can't you see that he is exactly here to make trouble?"
"Yeah, boss, you're right." The heeler shut up and fiercely slapped himself for what he had said. Even if Jin Fucheng was a real idiot, they would make him suffer, or Wu Sandao would be disgraced.
Most people had left. Wu Sandao sneered and directly threw a knife in front of Jin Fucheng. "Leave your hands or feet?"
Jin Fucheng was depressed and suddenly got it. "Seriously? Just for 50 million RMB?"
"Hands or feet? I'm asking you." Wu Sandao was furious.
Jin Fucheng became even confused and sighed: "You're such a freak. Why should I need your hands and feet? So boring. Forget about it. I'll give the 50 million RMB to you. All right? I don't know your gambling house can't afford to lose this much."
Jin Fucheng handed over all his jetton on the table. He was speeches, thinking the poor were the poor--the boss acted shamelessly for only 50 million RMB.
Wu Sandao almost died from heart arrest. He yelled: "Bloke, you fool me! Guys, teach him a lesson!"
"Damn it…" Jin Fucheng became more speechless. He said impatiently: "Please be reasonable! I've returned you the money, and I don't want your hands and feet, but why would you still want to beat me? It is unreasonable."
"Beat him!" Wu Sandao ordered. He was already tired of talking to Jin Fucheng, for he felt insulted in intelligence quotient.
One of the heelers walked up to Jin Fucheng with a chopper in his hands, and yelled: "Son of a bitch! How dare you pretend to be an idiot? I'll chop you up."
The chopper was waved!
With the sound it made, the heeler's fingers moved and his eyes blinked. He felt inexplicably terrified: "What happened?"
The chopper in his hand was gone, totally disappeared.
At a short distance, Wu Sandao looked extremely pale with a chopper in his hand. "Turns out to be a cultivator! How dare you pretend to be an idiot?"
They were not on the same page. Jin Fucheng drew a circle with one of his feet. He obviously became more furious. "What the hell do you on earth want? I've already had a headache. Well, if you want to fight, let's fight! I won't show mercy, so don't blame me for beating you to death. "