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A bad premonition flashed through the bear root's heart. It stopped and looked at Gu Zi, asking with an embarrassed smile, "Young Master Gu, what advice do you have for me?"

Now it was Gu Zi's turn to ask Na Qiao. He didn't immediately answer Xiong Shou's question. Instead, he turned to Lan Xiao and asked, "Lady Boss, is my wine ready?"

"Alright." Lan Xiao brought him a glass of water and a chair for him to sit in.

Gu Zi asked, taking a sip of water and moistening his throat. He then handed the cup back to Lan Xiao, crossed his legs, crossed his fingers on his knees, and slowly said, "My style of doing things has always been to repay favors, to take revenge, and to have my nephew take medicine in my territory. If I don't punish you with a few words of advice, then where will I go from here?"

"Young Master Gu …" That year, when Gu Zhenxiong had been buried, he had been on duty in a nearby section of the road and had seen the Gu family's many people. Although he hadn't asked Gu Zi about the direct confrontation and had only heard rumors about his wrist, he was very clear in his heart. Although Gu Zi Wen appeared to be a modest and courteous noble young master, it was impossible for him to control the underworld of C City on the basis of a warm and jade-like temperament.

The corner of Gu Zi's mouth slightly lifted as he looked at the change in Xiong Fei's expression. With a calm and patient tone, he comforted them, "Chief Xiong, I don't like to use my blade and spear the most. I won't injure half of your hair."

He gestured to Aran, who crouched down at his feet, and Gouzi said a few words in a voice only he could hear. Aran made a righteous gesture, turned around, and walked out the door. After that, he stopped talking. Other than the increasingly murky sounds of breathing, there was nothing else in the entire bar.

Xiong Fei was hiding behind the roots of the bear tree, tightly grabbing onto his uniform like a timid child.

Bear Tree Root really couldn't stand his cowardly look. He hid himself before even knowing what Guzi wanted to ask him about, but he couldn't just ignore him. He was just a nephew.

"Young Master Gu …" Bear Root broke the silence, "Little Nephew doesn't know better, just give me face and forgive him this time. "In the future, the security of this bar will be handed over to us from the Southern Shore Police Station. I guarantee that no one will dare to come here and cause any trouble."

The smile on Gu Zi's face deepened slightly, and he thanked him for his good intentions. "The Gu family still has enough people. I won't trouble Superintendent Xiong anymore."

This was the same as refusing to give him face. The bear root did not weigh him up. His face was worth a few coins.

Xiong Shou wasn't an idiot, so he naturally could tell that Gu Zi was unwilling to let it go. His eyes darkened as he gave his men an order to remain vigilant.

At this moment, Aran returned with a box in his hand. He handed it to Gu Zi with both hands.

This is a box of medicine, a box of aphrodisiac. Gu Zi looked at the instructions on the box and told Lan Xiao to pour herself a glass of wine. She drank the exact same cup of wine as Qiu Pi, and then in front of everyone, she threw the entire box of aphrodisiacs into the wine. She even took a pair of iron chopsticks and gently stirred them until the medicine completely dissolved in the wine before casually saying, "As long as your nephew drinks this cup of wine, tonight's matter will be written off."

Xiong Fei gulped down a mouthful of saliva. Why did these people like to mix things with wine? What kind of method was this? Occasionally, he would use the aphrodisiac to his heart's content. He was very clear on its dosage and effects. If he drank an entire box of aphrodisiac, wouldn't he die tonight?

The Xiong Shou's worries were different from Xiong Fei's. The box was made of aphrodisiac, but he was not afraid of anything else. He was afraid that the pill was actually a drug. He bent his straight back and said in a weak tone: "Young Master Gu, do you think we can discuss this matter any further?"

Gu Zi asked, pretending to ponder for two seconds, but didn't leave him any face. "No."

The eyes of Xiong Shou kept changing, as if he was trying to persuade Xiong Fei to endure a period of peace and quiet, but no matter what, he could not persuade himself, because Xiong Fei was not his nephew, but his son, his only son.

In the end, his expression turned into one of "if the worst comes to the worst, then we'll just die together". Gu Zi Wen was the young master of the underworld, and as the head of the police station, when it came to fighting, no one was able to win, so he fought him head on.

"Young Master Gu …" His back straightened again, "Xiong Fei is allergic to alcohol, so we won't drink any. Come to the Southern Shore Police Station another day, I'll treat you to a cup of tea."

After he finished speaking, he brought Xiong Fei along, wanting to forcefully leave.

Gu Ziwen's expression remained unchanged. The security guards in the bar had already quickly moved into their positions, blocking their path with their iron arms, preventing them from taking even half a step forward.

Gu Zi asked if Ye Zichen was really going to force him to make a move.

He took out his gun, raised it high to the roof, and said to the special police officer he had brought, "The police will handle this case. Whoever dares to stop them will be punished by the mob."

"Yes sir!" The group of useless men raised their guns.

Gu Qishao silently shook his head. Stupid wasn't his fault. Coming out to embarrass himself was his fault.

Without a word, a group of people rushed in from the front and back doors of the bar, surrounding the bear root and his subordinates. In each of their hands was a uniform SR-2 "Heather" submachine gun.

The two sides faced each other with guns, and the tense atmosphere was about to erupt …

Bear Tree Root's expression changed again. Although he could not name the submachine guns, he only needed to know two things. First, these guns were far more lethal than their own. Second, if they dared to shoot, these people would retaliate, and those who came out had long harbored the idea of having their heads tied to their belts.

He walked over and pushed aside the special police officers standing in front of the bear root. From behind him, he pulled out the trembling Xiong Fei and threw him at Gu Zi Wen's feet.

The bear root's hand that was holding the spear moved, but it only raised its body lower and lower, not daring to make any other movements.

Gu Zi didn't have the time to personally greet Xiong Fei. A tramp like him wasn't qualified. After passing the wine to Aran, Aran grabbed Xiong Fei's chin with one hand and drank the wine with the other. He was two levels higher than A Ling, and his attacks were also much more ruthless than A Ling. Although Xiong Fei was constantly struggling with himself, Ah Ran did not let a drop of wine spill out, and only when the cup was empty and Xiong Fei had swallowed all of it did he shake off his fat pig face.

Xiong Fei grabbed his throat with one hand while the other reached into his mouth to pick at his adam's apple. He wanted to make up for his loss by vomiting out the wine that he had swallowed, but how could Aran make him do as he wished? He watched him with cold eyes, and when he did spit himself out, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands and allowed him to swallow the filth that had rolled from his stomach to his throat.

Xiong Fei's face turned purple. One reason was because the experience from before was too disgusting, and two reason was because he recognized the wine cup and had to swallow it. He no longer needlessly resisted and drank. He would first leave this place before doing anything else.

Glaring hatefully at Gu Zi, he clutched his neck with both hands and walked backwards towards the back of the bear root.

If he thought this was the end, then he clearly thought that he was too kind. Although he was kind most of the time, his kindness would never be used to teach people a lesson.

He reached out his hand to ask Lan Xiao for his cup of "Heartbreaking Taste." He took a very leisurely sip, but it made Xiong Fei feel as if she had experienced the torture of vomiting and swallowing just now. His stomach turned upside down. This was indeed a name worthy of the taste of heartbreak. However, the person drinking it was Gu Zi who asked, and the one who was heartbroken was him. He wanted to rush out the door, he wanted to vomit … However, Aran stood in front of him like an Asura gatekeeper, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Xiong Fei's face also became the same as Xiong Fei's. He clenched the gun so tightly that it creaked. It was obvious that he used a lot of strength to suppress his emotions, and his voice was almost squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth, "The wine has already been drunk, what else does Young Master Gu want?"

Don't say that Gu Zi wasn't giving him face. He didn't want to say anything, but seeing that he was anxious to protect his son, he decided to show him the results. "We can leave after the effects of the medicine are over."

Xiong Fei was not a smart person, but he was not stupid enough to have such fantasies. Once the effects of the aphrodisiac was fully displayed and his thing had a reaction, Gu Zi Wen would find him a woman!

However, if he didn't find a girl, then the medicinal strength would not be able to pass. Then … Xiong Fei trembled with chills. Gu Zi asked if he was going to suffocate him to death? This was even more cruel than a death sentence!

He looked at the bear root in horror. No, he definitely could not accept this inhumane torture! He wanted to throw himself onto the leg holding the bear root, but Aran stood motionlessly in front of him. He couldn't even take half a step forward, and Xiong Fei called out to the bear root through Aran's huge obstacle, "Uncle, you save me, help me …"

The bear root's spear hand drooped down as if it was ready to make a move, but he didn't want to fight with Gu Zi until the very last moment. He tried to resolve the conflict peacefully again, "Young Master Gu, please let us off, let us not let anyone off just like this. It's not good to see each other again in the future if you act like this."

"Then don't see it." The simple, light, and simple words mercilessly shattered the last of the bear root's fantasy.

The eyes of the bear tree root narrowed and widened, seeing that Gu Zi's question didn't leave him any face at all, he picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, and said in a ready shooting posture, "Then we will die together today."

Gu Zi asked the rest of his subordinates, but they did not move. Only Aran grabbed the back of Xiong Fei's head with one hand and placed the other on top of his head with the other hand, turning him around to face the muzzle of Xiong Shou's gun with the other hand. He opened his mouth and spoke in a sinister manner, "If you dare to move, I'll break his neck!"

The bear root didn't act rashly, but it didn't put down its gun either. It was obviously waiting for an opportunity to turn the situation around. That cowardly Xiong Fei was so scared that he was about to cry. His two hands were like people who were on the verge of drowning and wanted to grab onto a lifesaving log as he desperately reached out towards the root of the bear, "Uncle, save me, quickly save me …"

He wanted to chop him into pieces, and he was the same as he was; he wanted to chop him into pieces, and he was the same; he wanted to chop him into mud, and he wanted to chop him into mud, and he was the same. "Lu Feng's hand had been twisted by Aran, so he had to hurry to reattach it.

The corner of his eyes twitched, and four bodyguards surrounded Xiong Fei. Each of them stood with their muzzles pointed at Xiong Fei; if their hands trembled a little, Xiong Fei would be turned into a sieve. The other people who were aiming at the root of the bear were also unrelenting. Their shooting movements were even more standard than the special police, and the rate of their aim was obviously more accurate as well.

"Chief Xiong, I am a man who keeps his word. I will give you a lot of money for your nephew's medical fees, but if you want to turn the medical fees into a funeral fee, I don't care."