Mr. Cui, whose real name is Cui Chengren, is over fifty years old and has an ordinary appearance. He is the kind of face that will be buried by the crowd when walking on the road.

Before Cui Chengren finished high school, he beat his classmate, which broke one of his legs. Because his family had no money, he entered the junior high school office without any accident. After leaving the junior high school office, he began his own life.

He had nothing and knew nothing. Except for being brave, his only skill in fighting was fighting, so he joined the company of a small club and became a gangster, doing odd jobs, running errands, and doing everything.

Gradually, he began to make his mark in that club, and the boss began to entrust him with some small businesses, such as debt collection and delivery. Every time Cui Chengren could do it well, gradually, his reputation began to become popular, and everyone in the area where he was, knew that he was a famous gangster.

The boss of the small club felt uneasy. The jackal was growing up and growing stronger, so strong that the boss thought he could no longer control him.

There is no way, the boss can only bear the pain of giving up. Choi Chengren is very capable and a good boy, but he is still not as important as the position on his butt.

So the boss sent three confidants to deal with him. He originally thought that everything would be fine, but Cui Chengren, who was covered in blood, appeared in front of the boss with a machete.

The next day, Cui Chengren became the boss of this club. After more than 20 years of hard work, Cui Chengren became Mr. Cui, who everyone respected in the Tao. The price was that there were more than a dozen scars and bullet marks on his body.

This is always the case in this world. You have to pay as much as you want.

Choi Chengren is old, but his heart will never grow old. He clung to the dark corners of the city, smuggling, drug trafficking, guns, and helping high-ranking people solve things that do not match their identities, obtain generous rewards, and his business is getting better and better.

Zhu Zhe was known since he was a gangster, and he was also a junior. Cui Chengren did not think that Zhu Zhe's trouble was a trouble, so Cui Chengren readily agreed after taking Zhu Zhe's money.

Just a rich Chinese with some background. If he still wants to stay in Seoul, Choi Sung-jun believes that the Chinese will give him this face.

This is confidence and also Choi Sung-ren's pride.

The time that Cui Chengren and Chen Shuo agreed was at 7 pm at the end of this month. Cui Chengren took Zhu Zhe to the Kowloon Restaurant early, which was his property. Calling Chen Shuo here was considered as prepared for any incidents.

Cui Chengren sat in the main seat, with more than a dozen burly men in black suits standing behind him. His brother's waist was bulging, and he was obviously carrying a guy. When Zhu Zhe saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel relieved. No matter how arrogant that Chinese man was, he wouldn't dare to be arrogant here, right?

Time passed minute by minute. At 7:30, Chen Shuo did not come. At 8:00, Chen Shuo still did not come.

After two hours, the big men behind Cui Chengren stood with their backs soreness. Cui Chengren's face was already so gloomy that it could drip into water. Zhu Zhe swallowed hard. Chen Shuo was definitely the first person to hit Cui Chengren in the face like this.

Just when Cui Chengren was patient and was about to get angry, Chen Shuo finally appeared, just like when Zhu Zhe saw Chen Shuo, wearing a valuable black suit and a smile on his face.

Chen Shuo looked at Cui Chengren and the big man behind him, smiled and sat down, and faced Cui Chengren, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, and said, "Sorry, the company's affairs have just finished, so you have been waiting for a long time."

A non-salty and unpretentious sentence completely aroused Cui Chengren's tone. After many years, no one dared to talk to him like this. Cui Chengren slapped the table: "Chinese boy, are you impatient to live?"

Chen Shuo shook his head, put down the water cup, and crossed his legs: "I want me to say that the lowest level is the lowest level. I scold people in such a high-end restaurant, I have no taste, I really have no taste."

Quiet, the whole hall was extremely quiet, Zhu Zhe looked at Chen Shuo blankly. Is this Chinese really impatient to live? How dare you scold him in front of Cui Chengren, this is really too bold to do it.

Choi Chengren laughed in anger: "Boy, maybe you don't know who I am, right?"

"I don't know." Chen Shuo shook his head, looking confused: "Are you very famous?"

"A kid who doesn't know how to live or die! Open your dog's eyes and see clearly. This is our Mr. Choi!" A man in black behind Choi Sung-in shouted: "You don't go out to inquire. In Seoul, who doesn't know about us Mr. Choi?"

"I don't know." Chen Shuo shook his head seriously: "Maybe I am ignorant."

"Boy, your ignorance is your business. I think you are very clear about the reason for letting you come here today." Cui Chengren waved his hand, and the big man behind him shut up: "In a word, Zhu Zhe's son, do you let go, or don't let go?"

"Zhu Zhe's son?" Chen Shuo looked up at Zhu Zhe and suddenly realized: "You mean that Zhu Yuan."

Choi Sung-in sneered: "That's right."

"I forgot if you don't say it." Chen Shuo looked at Zhu Zhe and smiled, "He has been transferred to prison. Didn't the court notify you?"

"What!" Zhu Zhe only felt his blood surge. Zhu Yuan had been transferred to prison. Why was he so fast and why didn't he get any news?

"It's you!" Zhu Zhe pointed at Chen Shuo and said sadly and angrily: "It's you who's making trouble, right?"

"No, no, it's not me." Chen Shuo waved his hand quickly: "It is said that your son cried bitterly in the court, and he shook all the things he had done before. In that scene, it is said that even the prosecutor was moved and even reduced his sentence to your son."

"Ahhhhhh!" Zhu Zhe fell to his knees directly on the ground. Zhu Yuan has been imprisoned. What's the use of inviting Cui Chengren himself?

Cui Chengren stared at Chen Shuo tightly. He was slapped in the face again and again by this Chinese man. He had already endured to the limit: "Chinese boy, do you think you are very capable?"

"I'm quite capable." Chen Shuo nodded: "The women who have followed me say I'm capable."

Cui Chengren's old face suddenly turned red. He, a famous person in the **, was actually played with by a stinky brat?

Cui Chengren waved his hand, and more than a dozen big men behind him stood up in a row, took out a pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Chen Shuo. For a moment, the air in the restaurant condensed.

"Boy, you've never been a good person who messed with me." Cui Chengren stared at Chen Shuo with his eagle-like eyes: "You said, are you leaving one leg or one arm?"

"Wow, wow." Chen Shuo looked at Cui Chengren in surprise, and then looked at the big man standing straight behind him: "Mr. Cui, right? I didn't expect that he would prepare such a big gift for me. I'm really frightened, boy."

He was not afraid at all? Cui Chengren saw that Chen Shuo was not afraid at all!

"Do you think I dare not shoot?" Cui Chengren stared at Chen Shuo and said, "Why do I shoot you a shot?"

"No, I don't doubt Mr. Cui's temperament at all." Chen Shuo waved his hand and looked at Cui Chengren and asked, "However, Mr. Cui, although your subordinates are very imposing to stand like this, if there is a sniper rifle on the other side, your subordinates will be in danger."

"Sniper rifle?" Cui Chengren smiled. Children are children. I have watched too many American blockbusters, and they are also sniper rifles. He thinks they are cabbage on the streets.

"Boy, it seems that you won't teach you a lesson..."

Bang-

The harsh sound of glass shattering and bullets piercing through human skulls reminded me of the big men behind Cui Chengren fell one by one.

Cui Chengren turned around stiffly, but found that behind him had become a Shura field. The person who was originally a good person now had all turned into a knocked watermelon, and blood and brain splattered all over the floor.

Looking at the young man opposite him who was drinking tea, Cui Chengren had lived for so many years and killed so many people, but he felt fear for the first time.

"Look, Mr. Cui." Chen Shuo put down the teacup, looked at the body behind Cui Chengren, and smiled and said, "I have reminded you that sometimes, the old man should listen to the opinions of his younger generation more. Look, this is the end of not listening to me."

Cui Chengren is an old ghost who has been living in the past for many years, so he will not be scared to speak: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Chen Shuo thought for a while, and suddenly smiled, "I used to run a barbecue restaurant."

Cui Chengren looked at Chen Shuo coldly.

Bang-

The wine glass in front of Choi Sung-ren suddenly burst, and the wine splashed Choi Sung-ren's face, and the glass scrap even scratched Choi Sung-ren's cheek. Choi Sung-ren raised his hand and touched the wound on his face and sat down.

"Good boy, good boy!" Cui Chengren suddenly burst into laughter.

"Thank you Mr. Cui for your praise." Chen Shuo stood up and said, "I am very happy to have tea with Mr. Cui today. If you have the chance, we will get together next time."

"Sure!" Cui Chengren looked at Chen Shuo.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Cui." Chen Shuo suddenly turned around and patted his head: "Next time we meet, bring both my sister-in-law and the child. The little guy is five years old, so cute. I like children the most."

Choi Chengren slapped the table and stood up again, panting.

Chen Shuo smiled and said, "Mr. Cui, don't be excited. You said that I am alone, so you must have some protection or something in your hands, right?"

Zhu Zhe, who was sitting on the ground, looked confused. Women and children? Cui Chengren has many women, but he has never heard of having a son. This is really big news.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhe was sweating coldly, and Cui Chengren's enemies were everywhere. If someone knew that he had a son, wait, Zhu Zhe raised his head and saw only a black gun.

The last thing Zhu Zhe saw in this world was Cui Chengren's emotionless eyes. Sure enough, he had to die. Zhu Zhe could not close his eyes until he died, and he just stared wide like a dead fish.

Chen Shuo watched from the side, Cui Chengren took back the gun and looked at Chen Shuo.

"I look forward to meeting Mr. Cui next time." Chen Shuo said that, and walked out of the restaurant.

Cui Chengren looked at the corpses all over the ground, took out the phone, said a few words to the phone, and then sat in his seat. Chen Shuo was shocked to him so much that he needed to digest it well.

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