Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

But when he thought of his children, his wife, and his old mother, Mark felt like he was in agony. He put his hands together, bowed to the thin young man, and said quickly, "Brother, I have an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. Please let me go."

Due to the height of the handcuffs, his efforts to bow turned into repeated nodding. It looked extremely awkward for a man in his forties to beg a young man in his twenties.

The thin young man smiled coldly and looked lazy: "Teacher Mark..." He was then interrupted by a wailing sound from the house next door.

With a frown, Wang Bo immediately ran over and slammed the door. With a roar and the mixed curses of men and women, the wailing became much quieter.

He walked back to the thin young man with a majestic expression and immediately said with a smile, "Brother Xiong, it's okay." He changed his attitude so quickly that it was shocking.

Brother Xiong nodded and said again: "Teacher Mark, our team is in urgent need of talents like you. If you can join, you can easily earn tens of millions a month."

After saying that, he stepped forward and patted the dust off Mark's body, looking eager to recruit talents.

Mark looked at the disgusting face in front of him, but he didn't dare to anger him. Seeing the change in his attitude, he looked more hopeful: "Brother Xiong, how much money do you want? I'll give it to you as long as I have it."

The thin young man's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and before he could react, he punched Mark hard in the stomach: "Do you think you can call me Brother Bear?"

Mark was originally very weak, and after being punched, he couldn't help but step back, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, and vomiting repeatedly.

Brother Xiong clapped his hands and said, "Mark, don't refuse a toast. I'll give you two choices. Either join or get beaten up and make another choice."

After saying that, he took a few steps back and signaled to several of his men nearby. Seeing this, the three of them surrounded him.

The thin young man raised his eyes and showed sarcasm. Mark was now a lamb to be slaughtered. He could be controlled by a word.

Wang Bo took the opportunity to say, "Mark, we are classmates in junior high school. As long as you join us, you will have no worries with me here." After saying that, he patted his chest to make a promise.

Mark spat, shrank back hard, leaned against the wall, and just watched coldly, knowing that today would not end well.

The thin young man saw that he was unmoved, but he didn't get impatient. He encountered such characters every month. At first, they would rather die than surrender, but later they joined in, cut some and buried others, and their wallets became fatter.

If it were someone else, they might have started bombarding his family with phone calls and would have gone to the operating table as soon as they got the money.

However, Mark's identity was special, and he also had a daughter. From the moment he saw his daughter's photo for the first time, he had a strong desire to possess her from the bottom of his heart, and he just wanted to press her under him and ravage her.

His wife is also very good. When he thought of this, the thin young man became even more evil. After playing, he could imprison her in a nightclub or sell her, which would bring him a lot of income. Disobedient? The organs were very obedient.

Mark's family has a house and a car, and he also owns a valuable courtyard house in the city. As a teacher, he can use the special nature of his duties to provide a steady stream of fresh blood in a short period of time.

Moreover, joining must be joining wholeheartedly. From the moment Mark stepped into here, or from the moment Wang Bo successfully contacted him, Mark had already stepped onto this ladder called the abyss.

Wang Bo looked at the young man in front of him, who was not much older than his child, with fear. This young man had only been in this industry for a little over half a year, but with his cold and ruthless methods, at least thirty people had died directly or indirectly at his hands. He had an erratic personality, and his outstanding abilities had earned him the respect of his leaders.

The price is more broken families.

Every piglet that passed through his hands was skinned dry, drained of every last drop of oil and water.

In just half a year, he became the general manager of this branch.

Realizing the importance of Mark, he came forward in person.

Brother Xiong is just his code name. No one knows his real identity except his leader. Once a subordinate who thought he was Brother Xiong's confidant asked a private question. Not long after, all parts of his body were sent to the hospital.

The thin young man named Brother Xiong turned to Wang Bo and said, "Xiao Bo, let me make a call first."

After that, he took out his cell phone and dialed a mysterious number. After a busy tone, a mature voice came from the back, panting slightly: "What's the matter?"

Brother Xiong immediately changed from being arrogant to respectful, and his waist unconsciously bent a little: "Boss..."

He roughly explained what happened here, and then stated his purpose: "Boss, I want to apply for an additional 10% commission for Wang Bo."

After hearing his words, Wang Bo's body trembled unconsciously, and Mark's heart sank to the bottom, extremely anxious.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone, and then a reply after a while: "OK." Then he hung up.

After the busy tone on the phone, Brother Xiong put down the phone contentedly, skillfully opened the phone cover, took out the chip, cut it into several pieces with a knife and threw it on the ground.

Mark then saw clearly that it was an old flip phone.

Brother Xiong pointed at Mark and said, "You heard it too, Xiaobo. I'll give you ten more points of all his profits." He patted Wang Bo on the shoulder, looking like he valued him very much.

Wang Bo was flattered and after the excitement, the remaining sympathy was swept away and he thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother Xiong, thank you, Brother Xiong."

Looking at Mark huddled against the wall, my throat felt slightly dry. I had learned before that Mark's family had a house worth several million dollars and a courtyard house. Don't forget that all the organs in his body are made of money.

What’s more important is his identity. As a native of Beijing and a high school teacher, his invisible income will only be greater. Behind every life is a network of relationships.

He swallowed hard, his face fierce: “Mark, don’t blame me, I can’t do anything about it.”

Mark was now completely in despair. He tried to make a final struggle and roared loudly: "Wang Bo, you bastard, you beast, I was blind to treat you as a brother." Bloodshot covered his eyes, and they looked so vicious that they seemed to want to swallow him.

The silver gloves made a harsh sound, until Mark collapsed on the ground exhausted, with the bloody marks on his wrists very glaring.

"Brother Xiong, why not let him suffer a little?" Wang Bo was full of energy for a moment.

Brother Xiong didn't reply. He looked at him with a smile on his face and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Feeling the cold, Wang Bo shrank his head and laughed dryly.

Seeing his action, Brother Xiong sneered a little more indifferently, "Ten points? After this piglet in front of you is squeezed dry, it will be you, Wang Bo."

The so-called ten points are the default pie. Want it? What this land lacks is ten points.

That phone call was both a formality and a code word.

However, Wang Bo still has some role to play at present.

With a wave of his hand, one of his men understood what he meant and took out a syringe containing a certain amount of liquid from the drawer next to him.

He took the syringe from his subordinate and handed it to Wang Bo beside him: "You will take your classmate to heaven."

Wang Bo had never expected Brother Xiong to do this. He was already overwhelmed by excitement. He looked at Mark who was curled up on the ground. He took the syringe and suddenly felt a dripping sensation from the inside out.

Since when did he get used to the humble attitude and to giving up all his self-esteem for the sake of momentary pleasure?

Now, he has changed from a pressure-receiver to a pressure-inflicter. Even though the other party had promised to help him through the difficulties and even though the other party was his junior high school classmate, the role change made him completely unaware of the murderous intent hidden under the cheese.

Brother Xiong gave a look, and the other three understood what he meant and stepped forward to restrain Mark.

Mark tried to resist, but how could he, who was so weak, be a match for three strong men?

It's easy to guess what's inside the syringe.

As long as he touches it once, what awaits him is the abyss.

Wang Bo murmured, "Mark, don't blame me. It won't take long after one shot. You will thank me, for sure."

Just then, a young voice came from outside the door: "Haha, sorry to bother you."