When Buddha heard this, he was like a defeated little rooster, with his head lowered and very frustrated. He had used this method to threaten other strong men, so that they would avoid him when they faced him.
As a result, he did not expect that this trick would not work at all with Peng Zhan. If he dared to continue to provoke Peng Zhan, he had no doubt that Peng Zhan would risk violating the strongman's code and kill him.
Buddha covered his nose tightly with both hands, and blood kept flowing out from his fingers.
Peng Zhan snorted, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "Let go of your hands!"
Buddha was now full of fear of Peng Zhan. After hearing Peng Zhan's words, he immediately let go of his hand subconsciously.
Then, he felt a cool liquid rushing towards his face, with the smell of some Chinese medicine in it.
When the coolness touched the tip of Buddha's nose, the wound quickly condensed into a scar, and the pain disappeared immediately.
"Good medicine, really good medicine!" Buddha couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.
"You have to have a begging attitude when asking for help. She is the daughter of the Chu family. Money alone is not enough to impress her. You have to find other ways. If you dare to use force on her again, I guarantee you that you will lose her next time. Not the tip of the nose." Peng Zhan said coldly.
Buddha has never begged anyone in his life. Even on several occasions, he was fatally injured. His men always kidnapped him and asked doctors to treat him. He was used to the feeling of controlling others, instead of going to Negotiate with people.
In fact, according to his financial resources, if he wants to make a biography, as long as he posts a bounty mission online, many directors will definitely flock to it, including some very well-known directors.
But Buddha doesn't like to have an equal cooperative relationship with others at all. What he needs is for the other party to obey him unconditionally, and kidnapping is the simplest and most direct way to turn the other party into such a person.
"I'm afraid I don't have such a long time. I have done many evil things in my life, and retribution is coming soon. This is why I am so anxious to make a biography." Buddha said a little lonely.
"Have you done many bad things?" Peng Zhan asked with a frown.
In fact, his impression of Buddha is not very bad. At least he can find honesty in him, which is a very precious quality in modern society.
"Well, it's a lot, but I do everything very cleanly, and I'm confident that I don't leave any traces. Many countries have used their most elite forces, but they can't get a handle on me. But for some reason, I have a feeling recently. I have a strong premonition that retribution is coming, the kind of retribution that cannot be avoided," Buddha said.
"The flying geese left traces, let alone something harmful to nature. I don't believe that no one can find out." Peng Zhan shook his head and said.
"If it is a strong person, of course it can be found out, but as long as it is not a strong person, I am confident that they will return without success." Fo Ye said with confidence.
"Great, I happen to have a friend who does this. I can ask her to investigate you. I believe she will be able to find out your problem."
Peng Zhan suddenly felt that it was time to give Han Rubing a big gift. Compared to the kidnappers who used to make small fuss, Buddha was undoubtedly a bigger fish.
If Han Rubing can bring him to justice, Han Rubing's reputation in the police community will be immortalized.
"How about we make a bet with her. If she loses, you let the little girl make an autobiography for me. If she wins, I will hand over all my wealth."
Buddha's idea is very simple. He will suffer retribution anyway, so he might as well make a bet with Peng Zhan before suffering retribution. No matter whether he wins or loses, it will not have much impact on him.
But what he didn't expect was that Han Rubing was the retribution that made him restless. His bet with Peng Zhan made him take a big step towards his retribution.
Although Peng Zhan cut off the tip of Buddha's nose, Buddha loved him very much. In Peng Zhan, he seemed to see the shadow of his youth.
When Peng Zhan and Chu Qingyao left, Lord Fo kept sending them outside the manor.
When Peng Zhan and their car drove away, Buddha still waved his hands gently in the direction where the car disappeared, as if this was an affectionate farewell.
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The winter in Tengguicheng is relatively cold, especially this year, the temperature is significantly lower than in previous years. Even if walking under the midday sun and the cool breeze blowing, pedestrians will still shiver.
But the atmosphere around the Shennong Building was in full swing. Many young people even took off their thick down jackets, bare arms, and held up their mobile phones with both hands, sweating all over their bodies.
The delicate little princess, who usually looked disgusted whenever anyone was around her, didn't care about her own image at the moment and crowded in with the people around her.
And those wretched men who usually would enjoy themselves for a long time just touching a girl's hand were not in the mood to look at the girls when they were face to face. Their eyes were all staring at the screen of their mobile phones.
Those who are lucky can grab enough red envelopes to buy a house. With just a few clicks of their fingers, they can accomplish goals they never dreamed of. How can we not make people crazy?
