My name is General's Little Uncle

Chapter 37: The defeat was too ugly

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Boss He and Zhou Zheng were both traveling merchants. When they saw the pearls in front of them, they both gasped. Is this the legendary Dragon Ball

Boss He reached out and picked up the pearl on the ground to look at it carefully. Zhou Zheng, who was not far away, couldn't help but stretch his head over and at this moment he couldn't wait to grab it and take a look.

The legendary Dragon Ball!

The pearl in my hand is orange-red, with a distinct porcelain-like luster and flame patterns, and a beautiful shape, large and round. Such a pearl, let alone a pair, is already a priceless treasure.

Boss He lifted up Pearl and looked at Zhou Zheng: "Are you satisfied with this bet?"

This pearl is so valuable that even if you had two boxes of gold ingots, you couldn't buy it. It is truly in short supply.

Even if Zhou Zheng is not tempted, what about his brothers? Would they not be tempted? They are tempted, but Zhou Zheng still insists on having the girl in the car, disregarding the interests of his brothers.

Being a businessman is a tough job, you have to walk on the edge of a knife, and you might end up dead someday. Who doesn’t want to make more money? At least when you die, your family can take care of themselves.

If the brothers on the team win this bead, they will get a lot of money.

Looking at Boss He opposite him, Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth, feeling furious but helpless.

"Seventh Brother, you go ahead."

Following Zhou Zheng's order, a tall and thin black man walked out from behind him. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt with several patches and a pair of torn cloth shoes that revealed his dark big toe.

This person is obviously a newcomer in Zhou Zheng's team.

He actually sent a newcomer to this match, which only shows that this newcomer is no ordinary person, and it is not just a superficial underestimation of the opponent.

"Da Lang, let me do it." Qi Wu stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"No need. It would be more appropriate for me to do this." The person who spoke was Xiongda, the fat cook in Weiyang's team.

Since they sent their own people, He Lao Da would not take any risks regardless of winning or losing, so he was naturally willing. Seeing Xiong Da standing up, He Lao Da and Qi Wu each stepped back a few steps, and said to Chen Bu Fa with a smile: "In this case, Chen Bu Fa Fa will be a witness with He."

Xiongda was not good-looking, but the only thing that impressed He Laoda was that he could cook. He was always trying to figure out how to cook for Weiyang. He would cook a small pot of ordinary rice porridge in various ways, and would cut pickled radish into thin slices.

An expert can tell whether something exists or not just by stretching out his hand.

As soon as the skinny old man, Lao Qi, moved, Xiong Da followed suit, as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind. At this moment, Xiong Da was no longer the simple and honest fat man who only knew how to cook. He was as agile as a cheetah and quickly approached Lao Qi.

He just swung his fist and attacked, not caring about the weapon in the opponent's hand.

Lao Qi was forced to take two steps back by his punch. When he tried to move forward, Xiong Da suddenly had a chef's boning knife in his hand, which was placed on Lao Qi's neck artery.

It was unknown whether Lao Qi was an expert, but Xiong Da was a real expert. He Lao Da knew that with this move, only a handful of his team of more than 100 people could escape from him.

Zhou Zheng's face turned pale instantly. He never thought that Boss He would have such a powerful master under his command.

You know, Lao Qi has not been in his team for long, but his skills have been tested. In Zhou Zheng's caravan, he is either the best or the second best, otherwise he would not be called to play at this moment.

He lost this round, and lost so quickly and so ugly.

Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go."

In an instant, all the people brought by Zhou Zheng, including the archers, retreated completely, leaving only the lonely small box containing gold ingots on the ground.