Chapter 388: Murder is Just a Nod of the Head

Zhou Andong curled his lips and grinned: "Don't understand!"

"F***!" The rat-faced fellow was a bit dazed. He had never encountered such a situation before; a newcomer actually dared to say he didn't understand.

"Hehe..." The rat-faced fellow gave a cold laugh, "Don't understand, right? No matter, I will make you understand."

This fellow waved his hand and said to the burly fellow with tattoos on his arms: "Tieshan, he's handed over to you. Let him understand our 1025 rules in depth."

Zhou Andong shook his head: "He won't do. You'd better come yourself."

As he spoke, Zhou Andong suddenly reached out, as if picking up a chick, picked up the rat-faced fellow, threw him onto the kang, and then raised his right leg, pressing it heavily onto the rat-faced fellow's stomach.

The rat-faced fellow let out a muffled groan. That face, which was already ugly, instantly became distorted. His upper body and legs lifted uncontrollably, and then his mouth opened, and the things he had eaten that night, which hadn't been digested, sprayed out wildly. The sour and foul smell instantly filled the entire room.

The room instantly became silent. Zhou Andong bent over, looked at the rat-faced fellow, and said with a smile: "You won't do either. I still don't understand, so let's change to someone who can make me understand."

Zhou Andong turned around and kicked Tieshan in the back of the leg.

Tieshan, caught off guard, fell to his knees with a thud. Before he could react, a large hand pressed down on his head, and then a great force surged.

"Bang!"

Tieshan's head hit the edge of the kang heavily. Then his head buzzed, his vision went black, and then he knew nothing more.

Zhou Andong let go of Tieshan's head, and this fellow's body slid softly to the ground.

Zhou Andong scanned the room: "Which one is Master Meng? They can't teach me clearly. Since you set the rules, teach me yourself."

No one spoke. If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Andong wasn't handcuffed or shackled, they might have really believed that Zhou Andong had come in for murder.

However, even if Zhou Andong hadn't come in for murder, they could see that this guy was not to be trifled with. It was better to stay away from him in the future and not provoke him if there was nothing to do.

"Why?" Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow: "Master Meng, I am asking for advice so humbly, why are you still putting on airs?"

Sitting against the wall on the east side, an old guy who looked about fifty years old had a face that turned blue and red.

Zhou Andong sighed, reached out and grabbed the rat-faced fellow's hair, and picked him up again: "Tell me, which one is Master Meng."

At this moment, the rat-faced fellow no longer had his previous arrogance, but he didn't have the guts to point out Master Meng.

Zhou Andong held the rat-faced fellow: "Master Meng, if you don't speak again, I'll break his leg."

"This brother!"

The old guy sitting against the wall finally spoke. Because he knew that if he didn't speak again, he wouldn't be able to lead the team in the future.

"My subordinates didn't know better and set rules for you. It really shouldn't be. I apologize to you on their behalf."

Master Meng got off the kang, cupped his hands in a salute of the underworld: "Sorry!"

Zhou Andong narrowed his eyes: "I have never been a person who follows rules. Even if there are rules, I have to set them. So, you are on night watch today, and you will scrub the toilet tomorrow. Any problem?"

Master Meng was stunned, and then anger rushed to the top of his head: "Brother, murder is just a nod of the head. You are bullying people too much. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhou Andong smiled: "No matter, who else here is your person? Let them come together. I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time, and I can take this opportunity to stretch them."

Master Meng's face was red, and he said angrily: "Kuanzi, Xiaowang, Laoniu, cripple him for me."

Three more people stood up. A fellow bigger than Tieshan looked at Zhou Andong with a ferocious smile: "Kid, hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to Master Meng to avoid physical pain."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Come, if you can make me kneel, I will kowtow. If you can't make me kneel, then you will lie down."

At this moment, footsteps came from outside, and then the iron door of the room was knocked heavily from the outside.

"Bang bang bang... What are you doing? It's time to turn off the lights soon. Don't f***ing look for trouble." Then the footsteps went further and further away.

"Fine!" Zhou Andong stretched: "It's time to turn off the lights soon, so I won't argue with you."

As he spoke, he walked directly to Master Meng's bunk and threw all the old guy's bedding onto the ground: "Today, I will live here."

"F*** your mother!" Xiaowang was not tall, but his body was very strong, just like a small calf. After cursing, he was about to rush over.

"Forget it!" Master Meng stopped Xiaowang, "Since this brother likes that place, it doesn't matter if we give it to him."

The old guy knew very well that just based on Zhou Andong's clean and neat skills just now, Kuanzi, Xiaowang, and Laoniu together might not be Zhou Andong's match.

So, he didn't dare to make a sound from the beginning, until he was forced by Zhou Andong and had no choice but to show his head. He was constantly wondering where this kid came from and why he was assigned to him, losing all his face.

Zhou Andong threw the bedding inside, got on the kang, leaned against the bedding, and closed his eyes.

The next day, the news of Zhou Andong's arrest was everywhere, making people smell something unusual again.

Cheng Zhanjun picked up the newspaper, put it down after a long while, and then gave a cold laugh: "Again, good, I'll give you some heavy material." After finishing, he shouted, "Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang pushed the door and walked in: "Leader!"

Cheng Zhanjun said: "Go notify Comrade Qin Changzhi and tell him to come to the small conference room, saying there is something important to discuss with him."

"Good!" Zhang Yang left quickly.

Cheng Zhanjun took out two videotapes from the drawer, got up and left the office, and then entered the small conference room.

Soon, Qin Changzhi came: "Secretary, why are you looking for me so urgently? What's the matter?"

Cheng Zhanjun said with a serious face: "Show you something."

"What thing?" Qin Changzhi was very curious.

"Zhang Yang!" Cheng Zhanjun handed the videotape to Zhang Yang who followed in, "Turn on the video recorder."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang took the videotape, turned on the video recorder, put the tape in, and then turned on the TV.

Qin Changzhi was still curious, but after seeing the picture, his face changed greatly, and a cold air rushed to the top of his head along his spine. His scalp felt numb, and his hair stood up.

Cheng Zhanjun said: "Comrade Changzhi, what is your opinion after seeing the video?"

Qin Changzhi's throat rolled, and his hands were shaking a bit. This matter was big, and Cheng Zhanjun showing him this alone must have some conspiracy.

"This... where did this come from?" Qin Changzhi's dry voice was trembling. ===== CHAPTER 389 =====