C20

Humans were all scum, so it was impossible for them to speak properly. They would only know how to cry if they saw the coffin.

Qing Kun was like this. It was hard to imagine a sixty-something old man sitting paralyzed on the ground with tears streaming down his face. But people in the nightclub were lucky to see it today.

"Old thing, can we talk properly?" Li Dao had a headache. What could he do in the face of such a wretched old man? If it were not for the fact that he wanted to do business with him, he would have long since chopped down his sword to purify this world.

The moment he heard Li Dao speak, Fresh Qun shrank his body and pressed his body against the wall with all his might, with a face full of fear.

"Big brother, what do we do now?" Zhou Jian approached him and asked.

Li Dao sighed. How could he have known that this would happen? He had not given the Rat King the title for free. The king of the rats was truly worthy of his title.

"Go find paper and pen." It seemed like Jiukun was unable to communicate, so Li Dao could only come up with this plan.

Zhou Jian seemed to be deep in thought. Niu Sanguang immediately ran over to borrow a pen and paper.

The four of them wielded long swords or short knives. Niu Sanguang quickly loaned them paper and pen.

Taking the pen and paper, he spread them on the table and began writing. Since Fresh Kun couldn't speak properly, he could only press his palm.

He was carefully writing down the terms, completely immune to the gazes on the field. It was quickly completed, and contained a series of details of the collaboration. As for whether Qing Kun would comply with these terms, it was not Li Dao's concern.

"Go, give that old bastard some blood," said Li Dao to Niu Sanguang and the others as he picked up the piece of paper he had just written.

Li Dao couldn't let someone bleed him. If he wasn't careful and wasn't able to control his strength, with the sharpness of the sword, he would probably cut off Qing Kun's finger.

Zhou Jian understood and stepped forward to grab Fresh Kung's hand. Seeing Zhou Jian walk towards him, Qing Kun trembled again, and the murky liquid started to flow again.

Zhou Jian was also not a good person. With a 'chi chi' sound, the sharp blade cut into Qing Kun's thumb, causing blood to gush out.

The moment he saw his own blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a coma …

This scene was rather comical. Many people in the nightclub couldn't hold back their laughter, even though the blood in the stadium hadn't cooled down yet. They had not come here for nothing today, as this matter could be discussed later.

Looking at the bloody fingerprint on the paper, Li Dao nodded his head and sheathed his sword.

He picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip, walking up to the female lead singer with a slight smile. "Miss Sheng sings very well, and she's also very beautiful. Can you sing a song for me when you have time?"

Sheng Xiang didn't say anything, but she wasn't afraid. She looked curiously into Li Dao's eyes.

Without waiting for her reply, Li Dao turned around and walked towards the door. The three lackeys looked at their boss's back in shock. They didn't think that the cold Li Dao would have such a side to him.

However, before Li Dao could step out of the door, an ethereal voice came from behind him.

"Alright!"

Sheng Xiang spat out one word, a slight blush appearing on his snow-white skin.

Li Dao didn't turn around. He had just been in high spirits a moment ago, but now, his interest had died down.

The trio of Zhou Jian quickly ran up and followed behind Li Dao.

"Young man, you've caused trouble on my territory, isn't it a bit impolite to leave without saying goodbye?"

After the incense was served, someone else spoke up.

The old voice was full of vigor and carried the tone of someone in a position of power, causing Li Dao to have no choice but to stop in his tracks.

When the old man appeared, the nightclub fell silent.