Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Chapter 257 Make you suffer, make you go to hell

The pub was dimly lit.

Behind the bar were two big, heavily made-up men wearing deerskin gloves, turbans, and full beards. They looked at the people who came in unfriendly.

The table on the other side of the bar was full of people, each holding a gun, with the black muzzle pointed at Mu Fucheng's head.

Obviously he has been waiting for a long time.

Chen Zheng said, "Get that bastard Doyle out of here. Everyone else, if you don't want to die, get out of here."

No one sitting there moved, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Chen Zheng waved his hand, and one of his men threw a travel bag to the ground.

The bag was bulging and very heavy, and it made a "thud" sound when it was thrown to the ground.

The bearded burly man with a face full of golden beard went over and unzipped it with a "swish". When he saw the neatly arranged bundles of money inside, his eyes immediately widened into copper bells.

The little minions who were sitting there pretending to be cool just now rushed over, each taking a bundle, and quickly divided up all the money in the bag.

The bearded man gave Chen Zheng a thumbs up, then pointed his thumb behind him, indicating that the person they were looking for was behind him.

The group of people didn't say anything, just took the money and left.

As soon as those people left, Chen Zheng raised his hand and made a "go in" gesture, and took his men to the back to look for someone.

When Mu Fucheng saw the wine bottle on the bar, he suddenly remembered that An Nansheng had told him not to drink before. It seemed that he had been planning to steal his seeds at that time.

There are quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

Screams were soon heard from the back of the tavern.

After a while, Chen Zheng threw a blond and black-eyed man to the foot of Mu Fucheng.

Doyle's mouth was gagged with a rag and his hands were tied.

He probably hated Mu Fucheng to death, and his eyes were glaring at him viciously, as if he wanted to tear Mu Fucheng to pieces.

Mu Fucheng squatted down and pulled the rag out of Doyle's mouth.

The other party just spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

Fortunately, Mu Fucheng was prepared and dodged sideways.

Chen Zheng walked over and stepped hard on Doyle's face.

Doyle cursed:

"Believe me, I will kill you. Unless you kill me today, I will kill your whole family."

Chen Zheng used his feet to grind hard:

"Don't let the family suffer, Doyle, do you want to break the rules?"

Doyle had blood on the corner of his mouth and glared at Mu Fucheng grimly.

"Fuck the rules. My rules are to kill you, make you suffer, and send you to hell."

"Mu Fucheng, you came back to China quite often last year. Is there someone in China who has fascinated you?"

Mu Fucheng's eyes turned cold:

"What do you want to say?"

Chen Zheng's face was filled with anxiety:

"Master, this beast cannot be kept."

Doyle laughed out loud:

"Mu Fucheng, are you scared? Did I guess it right?"

Chen Zheng: "Master?"

Mu Fucheng stood up:

"take away."

"Reclamation."

Chen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that his master would be soft-hearted: "Yes."

Garbage like Doyle can be ground up and fed to wild dogs.

Doyle cursed again:

"Mu Fucheng, I will curse you. You have destroyed my family and my people. I will pay you tenfold..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Zheng stuffed the rag back into his mouth.

The group left quickly.

Doyle was thrown into a car and guarded by four bodyguards.

The car sped towards the seaside.

Chen Zheng was still a little bit unbelievable:

"Master, will today be too smooth?"

Those people in the tavern were not originally within their consideration. They were just social scum who only cared about money and actually valued their lives more than money.

A big cancer like Doyle is the only one who is truly not afraid of death.

Chen Zheng originally thought that there would be a fierce fight in the tavern tonight, but he was able to capture the man so easily.

It's really not like the style of that madman Doyle.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of cars suddenly appeared on the originally quiet street.

Chen Zheng snorted, "It's all my fault for being such a bad mouth. Please sit down."