Avery, Raghav misses you very much. He has prepared a lot of interesting props for you. I hope you can stay calm for a while."
The swarthy middle-aged man licked his lips and stared at Wu Heng with the eyes of a slaughtered lamb, as if he wanted to penetrate his short coat.
Wu Heng's calm expression made him dislike it very much, and he was very angry!
He even wanted to see these lenders crying in fear and begging for mercy, which would give him a spontaneous sense of superiority.
A low-caste contractor must kneel on the ground, weep and kiss the soil, which is consistent with his caste. Calmness requires support from status.
The swarthy middle-aged man was filled with anger. He stretched out his hand to grab Wu Heng's short coat, intending to drag him to walk and let him kiss the earth properly.
The middle-aged look in his eyes made Wu Heng feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Maybe you should learn to be polite!"
Wu Heng turned slightly to avoid the dirty hands, turned around with his right hand, and grabbed the wrist of the other gangster who was still blocking him behind him. Wu Heng pinched his wrist and hit the dark middle-aged man in front of him on the face.
Bang, bang!
Two fracture sounds sounded at the same time.
The dark middle-aged man's nose was directly shattered. He screamed and covered his face, squatting on the ground. The nosebleeds ran along the seam of his fingers and fell to the ground drop by drop, turning the soil into bright red.
Another gangster with yellow braids also covered his right hand with his left hand, placed it on his abdomen, bent over and cried out in pain.
"I'm happy to teach you how to be polite!"
The villagers passing by all quickly lowered their heads to get around. Some couldn't help but turn their heads and glance slightly, and then hurriedly quickened their pace, leaving a no-man's land four meters in diameter.
An Eagle Nation soldier was at the door of the office building in the distance. Seeing what was happening here, he quickly waved to the door, and in the blink of an eye another soldier came out.
The two of them leaned against the pillar at the door and lit a cigarette, taking turns smoking one puff at a time and watching the comments with great interest, obviously without any intention of intervening.
Wu Heng looked at the two people who were still screaming in place and said:
"Have you learned it? If you have learned it, lead the way!"
"In 3 seconds, you still have a intact nose and right hand. Maybe you want to swap roles?"
When the swarthy middle-aged man heard this, he endured the pain and stood up quickly.
He wanted to wipe the nosebleed with his sleeve, but accidentally touched the broken bridge of his nose. He screamed in pain again, and tears and snot flowed out again.
The middle-aged man with yellow pigtails held back his cry of pain and moved the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something. Looking at the tragic situation of the dark-skinned middle-aged man, the words came to his mouth again:
"We must learn to be polite Mr. Avery, I will take you to Raghav right now."
"You...come with me."
The middle-aged man with yellow pigtails panicked and wanted to bend down and join his hands in salute, but his broken right hand could only tremble and make a virtual connection with his left hand. He quickly pulled the dark-skinned middle-aged man with his left hand, gave him a look, and turned around to lead the way.
Naturally, Wu Heng's keen gaze couldn't escape this look full of settling scores, but he didn't care.
The two led Wu Heng through the streets and alleys until they came to a red brick bungalow with green tiles.
The ordinary red brick house has a bit of nobility against the surrounding dirty black stone mud houses.
"Habib, did you test the hardness of the Eagle Army car with your face? Is the car okay?"
A scrawny young man with dyed hair saw the miserable state of the swarthy middle-aged man and asked with a smile.
"Qiyi, stop talking nonsense, where is Boss Raghav?"
The dark middle-aged man had resentment in his eyes.
"My uncle is in the room, you can just go in."
The skinny boy waved his hand at the door and looked at Wu Heng who was following him jokingly. He knew that there would be another exciting performance soon.
"follow me."
Huang Braid lost his respect for Wu Heng's tone.
The swarthy middle-aged man and the man with yellow braid didn't say anything more, and led Wu Heng through the two people guarding the door to the house. On the way, their waists became straighter and straighter.
"Boss, Avery brought us here. Not only did he refuse to repay the interest, he also injured us. Look!"
The moment the swarthy middle-aged man saw Raghav, he pointed at his crooked nose and the blood stains on his face and said urgently.
"Yeah, Avery didn't want to pay back the money."
"Boss, don't we still need a donkey to transport tobacco? I think he is very suitable."
Yellow Braid added.
"Okay, I'm already here. You go and treat your injuries quickly. You will be needed later."
Wu Heng said to the injured two people.
"You Aili, don't be arrogant, boss, you see his attitude!"
When the two heard Wu Heng's words, they pointed at Wu Heng with strange and angry expressions. Wu Heng's words made them feel strange and humiliating.
In the bedroom, Raghav was standing in front of the black wooden tea table. There was a brass tea set on the table. He was holding a copper pot and pouring water into the tea cup.
Raghav was wearing a pair of golden loose trousers, with only a long orange scarf draped around his neck on his upper body. His forehead was shiny, leaving only a tuft of tail on the back of his head, and his beard stubble was white.
After hearing this, Raghav slowly poured a cup of tea, then turned to look at Wu Heng and the others.
"You go and treat your injuries."
Raghav said softly, and the two younger brothers quickly nodded and went out, as long as the boss saw their miserable state.
Raghav looked at Wu Heng:
"Avery, have you figured out how to repay five times the principal with interest? Originally it was only three times, but you injured my man."
"If you are willing to help me transport tobacco five times, I can exempt you from the interest."
After Raghav finished speaking, he took the tea and took a sip.
The door behind Wu Heng was blocked by four gangsters holding knives.
"Aren't you curious where Vinayak's gold coins came from?"
Wu Heng looked Raghav up and down, frowning slightly.
"What do you mean by that? Do you know? Why don't you find it yourself?"
Raghav's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't understand how Aili, a lowly and low-caste person, could know this, but it might be that he followed Vinayak and found out.
"Do you want me to just say it?"
Wu Heng turned his head slightly and glanced at the person at the door.
"Go out and close the door."
Raghav waved everyone out, closed the door tightly, and then turned his attention to Wu Heng.
"Hey, do you think the boss will share the gold coins with us?"
"Have you heard the legend about Tabade? Vinayak is a descendant of the Rao family."
"That poor boy Vinayak is now married to a concubine. I guess he has found the treasure of his ancestors."
A group of people looked at the closed door and whispered outside, their greed for wealth engraved in their bones.
Creak.
In less than three minutes, the closed bedroom door was opened again, and everyone looked into the room expectantly.
Raghav walked to the mirror, frowned in front of it, and massaged his face with his hands.
"Boss, where's Avery, have you asked?"
A younger brother asked cautiously.
"Asked, as for Avery, that's not it."
Raghav tapped his chin towards the corner of the wall.
"Ah, this"
The four boys glanced at the corner and took a step back in fright.
I saw Avery's body lying in the corner. What was even more terrifying was that the skin on Avery's body was gone, and the blood on his body was almost dry.
Although the four younger brothers were confused and frightened, they were even more afraid of the boss and did not dare to ask any more questions.
"Boss, we are bandaged and back, that Avery"
The yellow braided man and the dark-skinned middle-aged man happened to come in with bandages at this time. When they saw the body along the lines of everyone's eyes, they paused.
"That's Eli."
The person next to them kindly explained to them.
The fear in their eyes flashed away, and the pleasure of revenge appeared again.
"As expected of Boss Lager, I said Ai Li will definitely die. Thank you Boss for helping us take revenge." Huang Braid said.
"Yes, we are totally devoted to the boss. Even if the boss asks us to die, we will not even frown." The swarthy middle-aged man followed and said,
Wu Heng, wearing Raghav's skin, looked at the two loyal people in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, you guys are here just in time. Come with me to find Vinayak later."
"Okay, boss."
The two looked at each other, and they were so excited that they temporarily forgot about the pain on their bodies. The boss really paid attention to them.
The other four people also cast envious and jealous glances, looking like they wanted to replace him.
"Qiyi, call all the brothers now. I have an arrangement. Everyone will get a lot of gold coins afterwards."
Wu Heng said to the thin young man coming from the door.
"Okay, uncle."
The young man paused, turned around quickly and walked outside.
"Now go buy two stronger ropes, about 10 meters long."
The swarthy middle-aged man clicked answer and trotted away.
Wu Heng reached out and pinched his belly. Raghav's fatter belly really made him uncomfortable.