水蜜桃实验室

Shitou Ge still lay on the ground like a dead pig. Xu Fan glanced at his corpulent body with disgust and said to Zhao Dong, “Have someone take this eyesore out and throw him onto the street.”

Zhao Dong, now the nominal boss of the few thugs, stretched out his hand, pointed at them, and ordered, “Throw that fatso on the ground out.”

The men looked at each other in dismay. Just a moment ago, they were underlings to fat Shitou Ge. Now they were Zhao Dong’s underlings, and Zhao Dong’s first command targeted Shitou Ge himself.

Therefore, they were quite conflicted. Although Shitou Ge wasn’t any good and had bullied them plenty when he was their boss, they were still uncomfortable with turning on Shitou Ge so suddenly.

Zhao Dong saw that his orders had not been followed and immediately became slightly angry.

Xu Fan had said all he needed to say and done all he had to do. Now, it was time for him to assert his authority. If he couldn’t subdue these few underlings, how would he become the boss of the city’s south within two months?

“Out of the six of you, only five will carry this fatso. The remaining one must be the most loyal and will stay by the fatso’s side, awaiting settlement,” Zhao Dong said coldly. “Fat Shitou has two arms, two legs, and a dead head. Whichever part you grab is yours; the one who grabs nothing will be the one to hit the streets.”

No sooner had Zhao Dong’s voice faded than a crazed look appeared on the faces of the six thugs. While they had been hesitating earlier, not wanting to be the first to obey, the introduction of competition and the threat of elimination made it clear that not acting first could mean becoming the last. They had already been “on the streets” once, and another fall could mean they might not rise again.

Almost instantly, all six rushed madly towards fat Shitou Ge, each eager to seize a part of his body.

Shitou Ge’s arms and legs were quickly grabbed, leaving only his fat head remaining.

The two who had failed to secure a part of Shitou Ge’s body were now visibly jealous as they scrambled like pulling up radishes, fighting over Shitou Ge’s head.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Damn it, are you trying to kill me?!” Shitou Ge wailed feebly from the ground.

Just ten minutes ago, these men had followed him, strutting around arrogantly and invincibly, and now they were ruthlessly turning on him to avoid punishment, almost ripping his head off in the process.

Shitou Ge truly wanted to lament the unpredictable nature of life.

The two underlings struggled for a moment, and finally, one of the stronger ones firmly clutched Shitou Ge’s head in his embrace. Shitou Ge’s nose and mouth were smothered by the man’s grip, nearly suffocating him.

Luckily, Shitou Ge’s coughing drew attention to his distress, allowing him to open his mouth and nose again to breathe.

Xu Fan nodded inwardly. Zhao Dong truly had potential; with just a single sentence, he had taken control of the situation.

Even in ancient times, the saying “With two peaches, kill three men” existed, but who would have thought that Zhao Dong, a small-time thug collecting protection money in the town, could pull off such a maneuver. He was indeed clever.

Shitou Ge was firmly held by several men, each gripping a part of his body, and then he was abruptly lifted up and carried toward the door.

The one remaining junior who didn’t manage to grab a part of Brother Stone’s body turned pale and, with a funerary expression, pleaded to Zhao Dong, “Big Brother, please give me another chance. I will absolutely dedicate myself to your service from now on, and won’t make a single mistake.”

“Remember what you’ve said, if there’s another screw-up, I’ll make you the second Brother Stone!” Zhao Dong said fiercely to the junior.

“Rest assured, Big Brother, I will definitely become your most loyal subordinate,” he assured.

Zhao Dong, not really taking it to heart, slowly replied, “Then I’ll give you another chance. There’s still one leg of Brother Stone that no one has picked up. Whether you can make amends for your crime is all up to you now.”

“Right away! I’ll do it right now!” The junior’s face instantly lit up with surprise at Zhao Dong’s words.

Indeed, how had he not thought of it — Brother Stone was a man with three legs. It seemed fate hadn’t abandoned him after all.

In that instant, the two-hundred-pound hulk sprinted at the speed of a 100-meter dash to where Brother Stone was being carried by five men. He then reached out with his stout hand and violently grabbed beneath Brother Stone.

“What are you trying to do… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…” Brother Stone let out a miserable wail.

The junior’s face was filled with excitement, finally having dodged a bullet, avoiding the fate of ending up a deadbeat like Brother Stone.

“Guys, slow down a bit, the spot I’m holding is too small, it might slip…” he said while walking and talking to the others.

“Just grip it tightly and you’ll be fine!” one of them replied.

“Yeah, we can’t walk fast carrying something this heavy,” another added.

As Brother Stone was being carried by the group, waves of pain shot up his leg. Hearing the conversation around him, he nearly died of rage on the spot.

Xu Fan was quite satisfied with Zhao Dong’s handling and waved at him, “Keep that fatty quiet. He’s screaming like we’re slaughtering a pig! If others hear, they might think we’re abusing an animal.”

“Got it,” Zhao Dong commanded, pointing at the junior carrying Brother Stone’s feet, “Take off his shoes, grab his socks, and gag him for me!”

The two juniors, who dared not defy Zhao Dong’s order, quickly and efficiently removed Brother Stone’s leather shoes and tossed them out the front door of the clothing store.

As soon as the shoes were taken off, Brother Stone’s stinky feet began to emit a sour smell.

The two juniors covered their noses and hurriedly removed Brother Stone’s holey socks. They then took the two odoriferous socks, squeezed them, and stuffed them into the incessantly shouting Brother Stone’s mouth.

“Mmm mmm mmm, I won’t forgive you…” Brother Stone struggled, trying to spit out his own smelly socks. However, the juniors had stuffed them in deep and with all his effort, Brother Stone still couldn’t spit them out, also tasting the sock flavor for quite some time.