After resolving his intention, Hong Daji deliberately put on a very scared look and asked timidly, "Brother Hao, all the money has been given to you, can you let me go now?"
Wang Hao lit a cigarette, took a heavy drag, and then stuffed it directly into Hong Daji's mouth, scorching him until he cried out in pain.
"I only said I'd spare your life, I never said I'd let you go. Oh, right, didn't Tao Xuan ask you to cripple my legs and arms?"
Upon hearing Wang Hao's words, a chill ran down Hong Daji's spine.
Wang Hao gave him a grin, casually picked up the shiny cleaver from the ground and greeted his legs with it.
"Ah, my leg!"
"Ah, my arm!"
...
At this moment, many of his underlings, hearing their boss's screams, grabbed various weapons and rushed over in unison.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Wang Hao casually exhaled a smoke ring. He grabbed the briefcase full of cash and hurled it fiercely.
