An unsolvable dead end!

After hearing what Liu Wu said.

Zhang Chu really didn’t dare to kill Han Qinhu!

Mr. Lu's level was so much higher than his. He really angered Mr. Lu. With just one word, he could make Zhang Chu die on the street!

He did not dare to kill Han Qinhu.

But Han Qinhu would definitely dare to kill him!

But now the senior leaders of the Qinglong Gang have made it clear that they want to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, and it is definitely unrealistic to point them at them and take the initiative to suppress him and Han Qinhu.

Under this situation, Zhang Chu seemed to have no way out.

reconciliation?

Bow?

These choices might have been feasible before yesterday.

but now.

Either he could completely defeat Han Qinhu, or he might even bring Bu Feng with him so that they could no longer make trouble.

Either Han Qinhu completely destroys him and gets back the humiliation with all his capital and profits at once.

No other choice!

…

"If you want to sit on a mountain and watch tigers fight...I'll satisfy you!"

Zhang Chu’s heart is pounding!

He didn't want to prove to anyone how great he was, and he had nothing to lose that he had to get back.

He just wants to do business well and live a safe and prosperous life.

So he kept giving in!

Back off again and again!

But there are always some unscrupulous people who are jealous of his happy life!

They are plotting against him day and night!

I don’t want him to feel better!

Then, let’s all go crazy together!

"Come on two people!"

Zhang Chu stood up and walked out proudly.

Two young men who were close to him came in, clasped their fists and bent down: "Master Chu!"

"Da Xiong, go get the invitations. I will be celebrating the relocation of Zhang's house the day after tomorrow. I will invite all the brothers in the gang to come to the banquet... remember, it's all! Including Han Qinhu, Bu Feng, deputy gang leader Liu, and gang leader Hou!"

"Understood, Master Chu!"

"Mule, go to the construction site and send a message to the foreman, Lao Niu. The day after tomorrow, I will have a banquet at my new home. I don't care what method he uses. He will do the rest of the work for me. If there is a shortage of people, find someone. I will pay three times the wages."

, if you are short of time, just work day and night. In short, if I can't hold a banquet the day after tomorrow, I will use his head as a wine pot... You will lead people to guard the construction site for the past two days. If the old cow dares to escape, he will be chopped off.

Kill him!"

"Yes, Master Chu!"

The two men who were close to him turned around and went out.

Zhang Chu stood at the door of his house, looking up and staring coldly at the low sky covered with lead clouds, muttering to himself: "Don't you want to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight? Come on, I have set up the stage for you!"

"

He is preparing for the worst!

…

"One thousand four hundred...sixty-three!"

"One thousand four hundred...sixty-four!"

"One thousand four hundred...sixty-five!"

Zhang Chu was panting violently, his face was as white as snow, and glistening beads of sweat hung on his temples. As he moved swayingly, bright red blood beads formed a string, dripping down the handle of the bamboo knife.

Falling in the snow.

He is very tired.

I can barely hold the light bamboo knife.

He is in pain.

The muscles and bones all over his body lacked sufficient blood and energy, and the pain felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were pricking his whole body.

It's almost reaching its limit.

Soon……

Soon……

"One thousand six!!"

"One thousand six hundred and one!"

"One thousand six hundred and two!"

Zhang Chu roared at the top of his lungs.

His eyelids are heavy.

In front of my eyes, there are countless fluorescent spots crawling around.

His consciousness seems to have been blurred.

Life seemed to have turned into willow catkins. Every time he used the knife, it would hit the iron and wooden stakes along the bamboo knife, and then bounce back into his body.

It seems like there is only that wooden pile left in the whole world!

"Snapped."

The bamboo knife finally took off and flew out.

Zhang Chu fell straight into the snow.

Mrs. Zhang, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, saw this and rushed up with a large bowl of steaming tofu puffs in her eyes, held his head, scooped up a spoonful of tofu puffs and fed it to his mouth.

Zhang Chu, who was almost unconscious, swallowed hard with his last obsession.

After a few breaths, heat flowed out.

Zhang Chu broke free from his mother's arm and fell weakly into the wooden basin of tofu, sucking it like a cow drinking water.

The heat is getting stronger and stronger.

It soaked his whole body with warmth, as if he was in a hot spring.

After eating a large bowl of tofu, Zhang Chu finally recovered and whispered hoarsely: "Mom, give me the steamed buns..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already sat down cross-legged.

Seeing that he had recovered, Mrs. Zhang responded with joy, and quickly went back to the house and came out with a pointed dustpan of steamed buns.

This is why Zhang Chu knew that my mother would definitely be sad when she saw him like this, but he still asked her to guard him personally.

He couldn't trust other people.

When his blood is exhausted, he is at his weakest.

At this time, all you need to do is let him fall into a coma, and he will be absolutely dead!

Moreover, every time his blood energy was exhausted, his appetite was astonishing.

He didn't dare to let outsiders see him.

In this huge world, only Zhang would never harm him.

…

The familiar billowing heat surged through Zhang Chu's body, pouring into his limbs, chest, and even every cell and pore in his body.

It’s like rain comes after a long drought!

The blood is recovering.

The heart pumps blood crazily, transporting blood to every muscle and every inch of skin.

strength!

A tiny bit, a tiny bit, but boundless power surged out from every corner of his body, converging into a river, a river, or a sea.

An urge to smash something hit him like a turbulent wave, constantly impacting his reason.
To be continued...