Chapter 100: Just Say You Want to Die

Just as Liu Jiang couldn't help but want to make a move, Li Jiaci suddenly walked over from the side.

Liu Jiang endured and said: "Brother, the wood we sent out definitely has no problem!"

I know.

Li Jiaci lightly nodded.

He glanced at the several middlemen in front of him, let out a cold snort, and asked: "Who can take responsibility for what was just said?"

A man wearing a black leather coat tilted his head, smirked, swaggered over, and spat at Li Jiaci.

But that spit didn't land on Li Jiaci; it fell onto the snow and quickly disappeared into the white expanse.

It seemed he also knew that if he really spat on Li Jiaci, he might spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"You want us to take responsibility?"

"Damn it, I'll take responsibility for a der!"

"Hey, hurry up and refund the money!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Hearing this, Liu Jiang's fists clenched with a creaking sound.

His long-suppressed violent temper was about to break loose.

Since they've been in the underworld, who have they ever feared?

And who dares to show off in front of them?

But ever since they went into business, they've been constantly getting bullied.

Especially since big brother Li Jiaci won't let them strike back, they're about to burst from holding it in.

It's really damn frustrating!

Liu Jiang's eyes turned red as he glanced at Li Jiaci.

"Brother, do we still have to endure?"

"Endure."

"Why?"

"If a dog bites you, do you still want to bite back?"

Li Jiaci patted his shoulder, as a form of comfort.

The man in front, hearing the brothers' conversation and knowing they wouldn't act, became even more arrogant.

"Li, I'll give you ten minutes to get the money ready, otherwise I'll block your factory gate with my truck and see how you do business!"

Li Jiaci raised his head and smiled leisurely: "It's strange—our wood was dry when we sent it out, yet in your hands it turned into water-soaked scrap after just one day."

"What do you mean? Are you trying to deny it?"

"No, no, no, I'm just curious—if the wood has a problem, why didn't you come yesterday to ask for a refund?"

"Damn it, I'm busy—do you think running a furniture factory is easy?"

"You don't even have time to make a phone call?"

Li Jiaci raised his eyebrows.

Before the man could speak, Li Jiaci interjected: "I've also noticed another problem!"

"What problem, brother?"

Liu Jiang took up the conversation.

"These guys in front of us are all strangers!"

"I've never seen them before!"

After Li Jiaci said that, he gave a glance to an old worker following behind him.

The old worker understood, hurried over to one of the trucks, and carefully examined the water-soaked wood on it.

Seeing that, the man furrowed his brows and exchanged glances with the several middlemen nearby who were demanding a refund.

Soon a few of those middlemen stepped forward to block them.

Li Jiaci said in a low voice: "Take another step forward and I'll break your dog legs!"

Upon saying that,

those few people instantly froze in place.

The man in the leather coat angrily asked: "Li, what the hell do you want to do?"

Li Jiaci ignored him, silently lighting a cigarette and smoking.

Half a cigarette's worth of time passed.

The old worker also finished checking the wood on all the trucks.

Li Jiaci asked: "Old Chen, what did you find?"

"Boss, this wood is ours!"

The old worker walked back.

Then the man let out a cold snort, his face full of smugness: "I'm not like you guys—I wouldn't pull off such a scam!"

Li Jiaci took a deep drag of smoke and slowly exhaled.

"Old Chen, keep going!"

"The wood is ours, all right, but the soaking has nothing to do with us!"

"Oh?"

"These woods have been soaked through; they crumble at a touch—definitely soaked for at least a night!"

The old worker said while spreading his palm, showing the wet wood shavings he had scraped off.

Li Jiaci tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, scattered the smoke from his mouth, and walked toward the man in front.

What... what do you want?

I run a Furniture Factory, I've got huge connections!

You dare touch me? I— cough!

Before the man could finish speaking, Li Jiaci grabbed his throat.

Who the hell do you think you are, old man?

Putting on airs in front of whom?

Idiot!

Li Jiaci changed his previously good-tempered attitude.

His face looked dark and frightening.

Seeing this, the other small-time dealers, as if they had conspired, suddenly turned and ran toward their own trucks.

Liu Jiang flexed his wrists and said coldly, 'Who dares to try running?'

Grab them and hang them up to beat!

Upon hearing that,

The factory workers swarmed forward.

The pure white snow was stained crimson.

Moments later.

Li Jiaci looked down and spat at the man lying on the ground, wailing.

That spit landed directly in the man's mouth.

And he swallowed it.

Cough... fuck...

Li Jiaci stepped on his chest, letting him make no sound at all.

Don't let me see you again, got it?

The man's face flushed red as he nodded vigorously.

After dealing with the outside trouble,

Li Jiaci returned to the Mu Cai Chang with a grim face, walking straight past Wang Yingna.

In just a few seconds, Wang Yingna sensed a hidden killing intent emanating from him.

This was completely unlike the usual Li Jiaci.

Wang Yingna even dared not approach him.

Liu Jiang followed Li Jiaci into the office, closed the door, and said, 'Brother, that was so satisfying!'

However, Li Jiaci sat on the sofa and let out a deep sigh.

There was no reaction.

Liu Jiang knew his older brother's temperament, so he didn't say more and silently poured him a cup of tea.

At that moment, a sharp phone ring rang out.

Li Jiaci picked up his phone and saw that the caller was an unknown number.

He rubbed his forehead, answered, and asked, 'Who are you?'

Hah.

Li Lao Ban, long time no see!

This voice...

Zheng Degui!

If you've got something to say, just say it!

Li Jiaci clenched his fists.

On the phone, Zheng Degui said smugly, 'I heard your factory hasn't been doing well lately, Lao Ban— you should really consider my suggestion!'

Five hundred thousand— sell your factory to me!

Li Jiaci was already furious; hearing that, he kicked over the tea table in front of him.

Clang!

Fortunately, the tea table was made of wood.

Liu Jiang hurriedly lifted the tea table back up.

Perhaps hearing the commotion, Zheng Degui chuckled twice and continued, 'I'm just trying to help you out of trouble— you shouldn't treat a benefactor like this!'

Zheng Degui, if you want to die, just say so!

Stop beating around the bush, you're like a damn coward!

If you've got the guts, come face me— I doubt you do!

Damn coward!

Li Jiaci shouted a few curses.