Yu Zheng never dreamed that he would be ruined by a nobody he looked down upon. He guarded against Tan Hengqiang day and night, even changing residences daily for safety, but in the end, he was beheaded by someone he had nurtured.

In Yu Zheng's mind, he hadn't mistreated Guizi Wu. He felt that the work the other party did wasn't even worth two hundred thousand, and he was being very fair by paying that price. Otherwise, if everyone who worked for him asked for a raise, how would he continue?

But Guizi Wu's bowing and scraping, his humble appearance, completely deceived him. You can't know what the person sleeping next to you is thinking at night, let alone in this kind of social relationship.

In the parking lot.

Yu Zheng's neck was spurting blood. His body stood stiffly for two or three seconds before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"Murder! After him!"

The follower, who had been terrified by Yu Zheng's fall, finally reacted. He ran sideways to the parking lot barrier and fired two shots outside.

The gunshots immediately alerted Wei Xiangzuo and Gu Baishun in the boathouse. They rushed to the street with their brothers and saw the motorcycle flash by.

"Catch him! He killed Yu Lao!" The follower was still shouting loudly inside the barrier.

The crowd came to their senses. No one chased the motorcycle because no one knew how many people the other side had. So Xiao Er and the others immediately protected Wei Xiangzuo and Gu Baishun, and turned to run towards their cars.

On the highway, as the motorcycle sped along, Guizi Wu pulled a large District One shotgun from the back of the vehicle: "Turn around, go back!"

The driver didn't even ask what he was going to do. He immediately braked, turned around skillfully, and headed straight back.

"Clatter!"

Guizi Wu cocked the shotgun and fired the first shot in the direction of Gu Baishun and the others.

"Bang!"

The dull gunshot cut through the night. Sparks flew on the left side of the SUV, and the windshield was shattered.

Because Yu Zheng, Gu Baishun, and the others were meeting privately, they couldn't bring too many people to ensure the news wouldn't be leaked. At this moment, there were only three brothers protecting Little Gu.

The motorcycle rushed back in the opposite direction, about four or five meters away from the SUV in a straight line.

"Screech!"

The driver slammed on the brakes. Guizi Wu sat in the back seat, raised his gun with both hands, and fired four shots at Gu Baishun next to the vehicle.

As the gunshots rang out, Gu Baishun fell backward.

"Go!"

Guizi Wu didn't even look to see if Gu Baishun was dead. He just urged the driver decisively.

"Vroom!"

The motorcycle sped away along the road and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few seconds.

"Little Gu!"

Niu Feng's shout echoed on the street, "Quick, to the hospital!"

"How is he? Is he okay?" Wei Xiangzuo and the others rushed over.

...

Late at night, at a little past ten o'clock, in the second-floor office of a bar in the Daokou district, Yang Dong was sitting on the sofa video chatting with his wife and children.

"Knock knock!"

A knock sounded on the door. Yang Dong looked up and shouted, "Come in!"

A man in a suit walked in and nodded, "Boss, Guizi Wu is here. He's at the back door and wants to see you."

Yang Dong frowned, "Damn, this guy is like chewing gum! Okay, let him in."

About ten minutes later, the man in the suit led Guizi Wu upstairs from the back door, avoiding people all the way to the second-floor office.

Yang Dong hung up the phone, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette, "What's the matter this time?"

Guizi Wu, wearing a motorcycle leather jacket and carrying a round bag, walked to the coffee table: "I'm here to bring you a gift."

Yang Dong had a generally bad impression of this person. He glanced at the large bag, his tone full of contempt and teasing, and asked, "What's up? Is the rice from your hometown ripe?"

"Hehe." Guizi Wu smiled, bent down and sat on the chair: "You said, I used to be with Yu Zheng, so you can't trust me. I can only increase the trust between us, Brother Yang!"

Yang Dong took a puff of cigarette, "What do you mean, brother?"

Guizi Wu didn't waste any more words. He raised his hand and pulled open the elastic rope of the bag.

"Swish!"

The bag opened naturally, and a bloody head appeared before Yang Dong's eyes. Fresh blood flowed down the table and onto the expensive carpet. The scene was quite terrifying.

"Fuck!" Even Yang Dong, who had made his fortune through fighting and killing, was pale with fright at this moment, and his whole body clearly recoiled a little: "...What...what is this?!"

Guizi Wu reached out and picked up the cigarette case on the table, skillfully lit one, took a deep breath, and said, "How about it, fresh?! There's still blood soup in this bag!"

Yang Dong's face was as white as paper. He stared blankly for a long time before asking with a trembling voice, "What is this...?!"

"Don't recognize him?" Guizi Wu straightened his head: "Take a closer look, isn't this Lao Yu!"

Yang Dong glanced at the head and suddenly looked up: "You did him in?"

"If I didn't, would you trust me?" Guizi Wu said calmly while smoking, "I followed him for a day before I caught him. Gu Baishun was also there, but I didn't know beforehand... When I left, I shot him twice too, I don't think he'll survive either."

Yang Dong was dumbfounded: "You killed Gu Baishun too?!"

"Gu Baishun is just a freebie." Guizi Wu exhaled a puff of smoke, reached out and knocked Yu Zheng's head with the ashtray: "It plus one hundred votes, how much is it worth?! You give me a price!"

Yang Dong swallowed and looked up at Guizi Wu, then at the head on the table: "You...you really dare to do it! Do you know how important Yu Zheng is to Lao Li now... All the peripheral votes rely on him! You killed him, aren't you afraid Su Tianyu will fight you to the death?!"

"If you want to make this kind of money, are you still afraid of everything?" Guizi Wu raised his eyebrows: "The stevedore association has become like this, it's hard to say whether it can continue in the future. It's better to put the money you have in your pocket."

Yang Dong glanced at the head again, his eyes disgusted, "Cover it up, cover it up!"

Guizi Wu smiled and covered the bag.

"Wait a moment, I'll go out and make a call." Yang Dong stood up.

"Okay!" Guizi Wu smoked calmly, his posture very relaxed.

...

Yang Dong walked out of the office and instructed his brother, "Watch him, don't let him leave yet."

"Understood!"

After speaking, Yang Dong went to another room and dialed a number: "Immediately find out what's going on with Gu Baishun, then call me."

"Okay!"

Inside the largest People's Hospital in Dragon City, Gu Baishun had already been taken into the operating room. He had been shot twice and was in critical condition.