What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

As the regional head of the Zhang family, Fatty Chen is the Zhang family's front in Wangjiang, and he still has a bit of backbone.

He was hung on the tree, his whole body swaying in the wind very calmly.

"I respect people with integrity the most, but it does hurt when this knife stabs me. I'll let the person next to you give you a blow first!"

Zhang Xiaoan said, picked up the wooden stick and poked the person hanging next to Fatty Chen.

He just poked her gently through his clothes, but it made the other party howl like a slaughtering pig.

"Big brother, big brother! Don't stab me, big brother! My annual salary is several million, I will give you whatever you want!"

"As long as you tell me the number, I'll give it to you regardless of how much I sell. I beg you, please don't stab me..."

"..."

Fear often comes from the unknown.

The person in charge who was stabbed had his face covered with black cloth. How could he know that what Zhang Xiaoan was holding was just a sharpened wooden stick.

Annoyed by the other party's quarrel, Zhang Xiaoan threatened: "Shut up, if you ask me to stab you in the basket again!"

"No more shouting, I won't shout any more..."

The person in charge quickly shut his mouth honestly, but his body was still shaking uncontrollably from fear.

"Fat man, listen to how miserable he screams!"

Fatty Chen was also a little dissatisfied with the person in charge's cowardly behavior. He said slowly and calmly: "Xiao He, we are also old brothers who have gone through ups and downs together. I won't embarrass you."

"I will pay you another three months' salary after you go back. Can you resign on your own?"

"Mr. Chen, I..." Xiao He hesitated.

He wanted to say a few honest words, but he was afraid that Zhang Xiao would stab him, so he eventually returned to silence.

"Stop laughing at him. Let me see how much better you can be than him." Zhang Xiaoan drew a circle on Fatty Chen's belly with his index finger and asked: "This position should be the colon, just stick it here." Okay?"

"As long as you are happy, as long as you leave me alive, I will definitely not say a word."

"Then what if I just want to kill you?"

Fatty Chen said very calmly: "Then I beg you to spare my life! Face is not as important as life."

"Okay, if I say this to you, I consider you a man. I'll stab you a few times today and leave you alive."

Zhang Xiaoan reminded:

"Be mentally prepared. I will start pricking you on the count of three. Remember, this knife will only prick your colon!"

Fatty Chen gritted his teeth: "...just count them!"

"Then I'll start counting."

"1!"

"2!"

When Zhang Xiaoan counts to 2.

Fatty Chen's hands were hung on the tree, and the nails of his thumbs were digging hard into the flesh of his index fingers.

Knowing that he is about to be stabbed with a knife would make a normal person nervous.

What's more, he was blindfolded and couldn't predict when the other party would use his sword.

And his hands were still hanging on the tree.

Fatty Chen couldn't even make a subconscious dodge reaction.

In just two seconds, his palms were soaked with sweat, but he still didn't show much panic. His mental quality was indeed good.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Where is 3? Why don't you continue counting?"

After waiting for a long time, before Zhang Xiaoan shouted 3, Fatty Chen asked slightly anxiously.

"2.1!"

Fuck!

Fatty Chen couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

The waiting time is really excruciating!

"2.2!"

"..."

"2.5!"

"..."

"2.55!"

"..."

"2.555!"

"Brother, can you do it quickly?" Fatty Chen's mood was not as stable as before, and his forehead was already sweating.

"3!"

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he thrust the stick forward as fast as the wind!

"what!!!"

"what!!!"

The two screams made Fatty Chen's body tremble violently.

But soon he felt that there was no pain in his body.

And those two shrill screams.

The first sound was made by the person in charge named He.

The second scream was made by Zhang Qingyang, and the scream was no less loud than that of He.

Zhang Xiaoan turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Qingyang, who was about to wet his pants, and asked speechlessly: "Why do you scream if I stab him?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I'm so scared, wuwuwu..."

After all, Zhang Qingyang couldn't help crying.

Like a girl, crying like pear blossoms with rain, so touching.

Zhang Xiaoan: "..."

Ah!

Xiba!

How could I, Zhang Xiaoan, have such a cowardly descendant despite my heroic reputation and bravery all my life?

Although Zhang Qingyang’s ancestor was an orphan adopted by Zhang Xiaoan.

But Zhang Xiaoan used magic to exchange Zhang family blood for the opponent. Now, all the direct members of the Zhang family have the same blood as Zhang Xiaoan flowing in their bodies.

The two parties are close relatives whose blood is thicker than water!

At this moment.

Zhang Xiaoan's emotions changed from anger, sadness, and confusion at the beginning, and finally evolved into helplessness.

That feeling of extreme disappointment came to my heart instantly.

If everyone in the Zhang family behaves like Zhang Qingyang, the Zhang family's century-old good fortune will probably come to an end in another 50 years.

Ugh……

Zhang Xiaoan sighed deeply in his heart.

When the person in charge named He heard Zhang Qingyang's cry, he also asked with a hint of tears: "Brother! Please help me take a look! Is there any leakage from my colon?"

"I didn't stab you hard, shut up!"

"I don't believe it! Brother, please help me take a look. I beg you, please help me take a look!!!"

"Shut up! If you call me again, I'll cut out your tongue!" Zhang Xiaoan roared angrily.

The man named He immediately shut his mouth obediently.

Zhang Xiaoan adjusted his mood, turned back to look at Fatty Chen and said, "Come on, let's continue."

"The old rule is, count to three and start tying."

"You prepare yourself mentally."

"Okay, you... just count..." After the little episode just now, Fatty Chen no longer had the calm energy he had before, and he could hardly speak in the right gear.

"1..."

"2..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Brother, hurry up and prick me. I'm begging you. When you finish pricking me, can I kneel down and give you two kowtows?"

"3..."

After Zhang Xiaoan counted to 3, he still didn't lift the wooden stick and stab it down.

"Fuck me to death! Fuck!" Fatty Chen's last psychological defense finally collapsed.

The state of expecting the pain to come soon but being unable to get rid of it caused his long-established mental state to collapse in an instant, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's talk about it later when we have a chance."

"Sanitation workers will come to clean the park at around four o'clock in the morning. Remember to shout for help at that time."

Zhang Xiao's mood still hasn't been adjusted well.

He threw away the wooden stick in his hand, buried his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned away.

"Joseph Chang! If you dare, kill me today! Cnm! If you don't kill me, I will damn sure kill you!!!"

"Zhang Xiaoan! I'll fuck you%&..."

Behind.

Fatty Chen, who was hanging from the tree, twisted his body crazily and kept cursing like a psychopath.

Zhang Xiaoan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and walked lonely into the distance.

Facing the moonlight, he sighed as he walked:

"The juniors of the Zhang family... are not living up to expectations..."