At first, I didn't turn against you because you still had some use.

  Hong Baozi is unhappy now, very unhappy.

  His originally rosy and radiant complexion had turned a deep black. Generally speaking, this kind of low-key yet luxurious, 99.99%-pure black can only be produced by people who have eaten Oreo cookies, through their feces.

  Put a black bear next to him and no one can tell who is human and who is bear.

  It wasn't until a long time later that Hong Baozi's ugly face finally eased up a bit, and he forced a smile as he hummed a couple of sentences at Song Yaner: "Alright, very good, I, Hong Yong, admit defeat today! As for the betting money I lost to Miss Song, I'll transfer it to you once I get back to town."

  He called Liao Laosan and didn't think he would lose, so he didn't even bring enough betting money.

  But Hong Baozi didn't plan to welch on the debt, not because he was a good person, but because if he did this time, no one would be willing to play with him again. Think about it, in the future, those who couldn't afford to offend him would avoid him when they saw him, and his superiors who could afford to offend him would tease him about this every day, what face would he have left to go out and see people?

  But that guy who helped Song Yaner cheat her own son...

  Hong Yong puffed out his thick belly and walked up with a slanted gaze: "Little brother, your surname is Bai, right? Haven't heard much about you before. Where are you making a living now?"

  After whitewashing and landing in recent years, he also started to learn to be elegant and refined, learning to control his anger like a real upper-class person, but the effect is not good. When encountering a truly urgent situation, some accumulated gangster aura will always come out, and if you force it a bit, this can barely be considered a kind of temperament.

  Hooligan temperament.

  "Polite, polite." Bai Huan smiled and said with a hint of disdain, "Since someone is paying me to help them out, I'll naturally do my best for Miss Song."

  Damn it! Have I been polite to you?

  The other party got a cheap and clever attitude, making Hong Yong's belly full of evil fire with nowhere to vent. Just as he was about to call his driver over to teach this kid a lesson, suddenly an idea struck him...

  "Wait! You're hired? Are you the one Miss Song Yan asked for help?"

  He glanced back with a puzzled expression: "What does Old Man Hong think?"

  Emotions are like this! Hong Yong slapped his thigh, this kid is just a "helping hand" for the "chicken", what's with the little wolf dog? However, it has to be said that he has a sharp eye, even the kind of old fox spirit can be picked out!

  He turned around and stared at Liao Laosan, scaring the unscrupulous merchant who almost peed his pants. Then, Hong Yong turned back, handed over a Huanghe Lou 1916 with an exaggerated expression, and smiled while rubbing his hands: "Since little brother is doing things for money, then I spending money to ask you is the same, right? You just help me pick chickens, when we win the money, we'll split it three to seven..."

  It turned out to be this idea all along.

  Although the proposal is good...

  But Bai Huan would not agree, this fat guy just called him a little rascal one minute and was making arrogant duck noises the next, now he's shamelessly trying to get close to him again for the sake of winning money.

  And what's more, in this person's triangular eyes, there was a glint of something called "exploitation".

  Apart from these reasons, there is the most important one: after this cockfight just ended, he sensed that the wild power in his body had dissipated a little.

  Although it was just a tiny bit, it was enough to arouse Bai Huan's vigilance.

  It seems that anything that starts with human preferences and harms animals is something Druids cannot get involved in.

  "Sorry, I'm not a professional at this, and I only agreed to help Miss Song choose fighting cocks because of Zhang's old customer face. So..." White Guang politely shook his head, tactfully expressing his own views.

  Hong Yong's face flashed a hint of displeasure, thinking that Bai Huan was dissatisfied with the small amount.

  After blinking a few times, the little triangle seemed to have made some important decision: "Is the little brother not satisfied with the amount? Alright then, let's make it 64! You don't need to spend any cost, just be responsible for choosing good fighting cocks. If you win, you get the money for free; if you lose, I'll cover all the expenses."

  Hong Yong thought that the conditions he had set out were very favorable, but little did he know that if Bai Huan really got involved, it would be like slow suicide.

  Under such circumstances, how could a Druid with great ambitions agree?

  "Even if it's a 50-50 split, it won't work." Although Hong Paozi was still pestering him like a fly, he had restrained his temper somewhat. Bai Huang, who only responded to gentle persuasion and not force, patiently explained and even pulled out a business card: "This is my main business, take a look, Mr. Hong. I'm not just making things up."

  But it's clear that there are people in this world with whom reasoning is like playing a harp to a cow.

  Hong Yong is among such people.

  He thought he was very majestic with a wave of his hand, blocking Bai Huan's business card, his eyes gloomy: "So to speak, little brother is not going to give me this face?"

  Liao Lao San, who was beside him, also hastened to mediate: "Little brother agreed, isn't it good? With Old Man Hong's powerful backing, are you still worried about not making money? Why must you insist on doing it alone?"

  He's actually worried that if Bai Hua angers Hong Baozi, he'll also be in trouble.

  What's the smell? I didn't smell anything.

  He glanced at Hong Yong's 36E and shook his head regretfully, not understanding what kind of bra a big man should wear. Does it mean that a fat guy with thick breasts is considered to have bra?

  Isn't every woman very bra-like? Among so many people present, Song Yaner is the most bra-like.

  "It's been a long time today, and I should head back early... almost forgot, there's also the 50,000 yuan I won, Boss Hong can give it to me first, we won't have many chances to meet again." Bai Huan changed his tone to refuse. As for Hong Paozi's face? That was not within his consideration range.

  Seeing that his own benefits were useless, Hong Yong's face turned ugly again, and he changed to a threatening tactic: "If you want to leave, it's okay, but little brother set me up today and made me lose 600,000 yuan for nothing. You have to give me an explanation before leaving."

  Can play, can't afford to lose! Most rascals are like this.

  Liao Lao San's face turned pale with fear, he shrunk his neck and leaned to the side, it seemed that he had experienced similar scenes before, which left him with a very deep impression of Hong Bao Zi's overbearing arrogance.

  Even two women, who should have helped Bai Huan speak up, are now hesitating and looking at each other in dismay.

  Although far from being a big shot like Jia Wanquan, Hong Jun is still a local tyrant. Once he starts to bully, it's not something that individual small bosses like them can contend with.

  Under Hong Yong's overbearing manner, the people in the courtyard had different expressions, but they all remained silent. Only Bai Huan, seemingly oblivious to the tension, stared at the fatty and asked: "What's going on? What's happening?"

  Hong Yong thought Bai Hua was going to back down, the flesh on his cheekbones twitching with excitement, like a cur that had just ravished a small bitch: "Two roads, you choose one. Either follow me and help me pick chickens, I won't treat you unfairly; or compensate me for my losses today."

  Is this what Hong Yong said, two roads to choose from?

  Bai Huang was really furious. Why are there always some people who, relying on their wealth and power, think others deserve to be bullied by them?

  Other people like Yu Debao are also big bosses, but why don't they engage in such coercive buying and selling practices?

  He could only sigh that humans were indeed a diverse species, and even among the nouveau riche, there was a clear distinction between high and low.

  What about this rascal in front of me?

  Isn't it just a simplified version of Jia Yuquan? Or put another way, Jia Yuquan is the 2.0 version of Fat Hong Yong.

  He's not even afraid of version 2.0, and after being defeated, what's a simplified version?

  "These two roads are not good either." Bai Huan shrugged his shoulders, and didn't take Hong Yong's threat to heart at all. Instead, he spoke with a serious tone: "If I don't choose either of them, won't Mr. Hong be furious? Looking at your physique, you might have hidden health problems like 'three highs'. It's best to go for a check-up immediately, the Central Hospital is quite good. If there are any issues found during the check-up, you can even book a spot in advance at the Chu Feng Cemetery. I heard that not only have housing prices skyrocketed in recent years, but cemetery plots have also become more expensive..."

  Stillness, an unearthly stillness, as if the air had been mixed with strong glue, everything was frozen in place.

  Hong Yong's face was filled with anger and shame as he stared at Bai Huan, his mouth agape. He looked like he was watching a clown who had surpassed his understanding, so ugly that it broke through his imagination.

  Before he could react, a chubby face flushed with blood, shining bright red. He didn't say anything extra and directly took out his phone to make a call.

  "Come in, there's a little bastard inside who doesn't know how to behave, come and teach him how to be human."

  Hong Rong came over this time just to bully and intimidate two women, so he didn't bring those thugs with him.

  However, he also has a driver waiting outside, who was also a fierce character in his early years, wielding a machete and charging into the crowd. Taking down this little brat would be as easy as eating and drinking.

  Hong Yong wants Bai Huan to know who needs to go to the hospital for a check-up.