Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Van Da knelt on the white wool carpet, feeling his whole body trembling.

The guillotine before me gleamed with a chilling light.

Wan Licheng was wearing a pink shirt and red overalls, with a cigar between his fingers, constantly glancing at his watch.

This show is his favorite!

He felt a thrill every time he chopped someone in two, a thrill that was even more exhilarating than beating someone to death.

Especially for those who are beheaded, if they have a strong will to live, they can still be found with half their body remaining.

The sight of them crawling towards him and begging for mercy was absolutely hilarious!

"Young master, it's almost noon."

Wan Licheng slapped the other man across the face, his expression displeased, and said, "Do I need you to remind me?"

The person who spoke was slapped, but dared not show the slightest resentment, only offering a forced smile.

"ten..."

"Nine.."

"eight.."

"three."

"one!"

Looking at the time, it was noon (12 o'clock).

Wan Licheng excitedly tossed aside his cigar and shouted, waving his arms wildly, "Push him over there! Push him over there!"

Two men wearing heavy raincoats coldly held down Fan Da and dragged him slowly toward the guillotine!

Fan Da's eyes were filled with terror, and his hands and feet were flailing wildly.

After learning a few days ago that his men had failed, he fled to another city.

He dared not stay in the big city, so he could only go to the homes of farmers in remote rural areas to avoid trouble, and he was doing a good job of hiding.

Until I saw Wanqing Group in the newspaper,

Headline: "During the Scorching Summer Heat, Senior Management of the Group Visits and Offers Comfort to Employees' Families"

He rushed back to S City because the person in the photo was Wan Licheng and his entire family.

"Young Master, the trouble...the trouble shouldn't extend to your wife and children!"

"Please, please give me another chance!"

"I've got it! I've got it!"

"I can get 54!"

"Yes! With guns! I know the Ross people!"

"besides!"

Fan Da twisted and struggled, flailing his limbs wildly until his fingernails dug into the wooden floor.

He seemed to have found a foothold, and kept digging into the ground!

Wan Licheng was extremely excited, constantly looking Fan Da up and down.

It's like meticulously recording the subtle expressions on a person's face when they are in despair.

He completely ignored what Fan Da said.

If I tell you to die, then just obediently go and die. Why are you running? And why are you running away without taking your whole family with you?

What? You look down on me, don't you?

Wan Licheng thought to himself with a hint of malice, and at the same time felt very angry.

How good a temper do I need to be to earn respect from others?

"Young Master! Young Master! The Master values ​​me highly!"

"I.."

Fan Da was now positioned across the guillotine, his legs and arms stretched straight, his waist directly below the blade.

Wan Licheng looked around and, finding no tokens or anything like that, casually took off his wristwatch and tossed it aside.

With a bloodthirsty and cruel expression, he said, "The auspicious time has arrived. Execute him!"

The subordinates behind him, though showing reluctance upon hearing the order, still walked to the guillotine and grasped the hilt.

She turned her head slightly away, unable to bear looking at the other person, took a deep breath, and prepared to bring the guillotine down hard.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Fan Da's voice became shrill as he shouted, tears and snot mingling with his voice.

Swish!

The guillotine is very fast and sharp, especially after it has been sharpened!

It's just that some people are faster!

A young man wearing a tank top, blue jeans, and with shoulder-length hair kicked the hilt of the knife from below.

Wan Licheng's men were startled and instinctively released their grip on the guillotine, secretly letting out a sigh of relief...

"Brother, isn't this a bit too cruel?" A cool, slightly languid voice came from behind Wan Licheng.

Upon hearing this voice, Wan Licheng's expression changed; his bloodthirsty cruelty vanished, replaced by a mocking look.

"I never expected to run into dog lovers while chopping a dog. You're so nosy, why don't you ever go to the dog market?"

After Wan Licheng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to the right, and his subordinate immediately offered him a cigar and lit it for him.

The newcomer, her high heels clicking softly, approached the terrified Fan Da step by step.

He kicked the other person in the head and found that although the other person was still alive, his eyes were unfocused, his pupils were dilated, and he looked like a madman.

"Since you know I love dogs, why don't you let me take this old dog with me?" Wan Qing said casually.

His head kept looking left and right, scrutinizing Fan Da on the guillotine, as if he were picking out fish or buying vegetables.

"Alright, since you like dogs, you can take this old dog with you if you want, but..."

Wan Licheng paused briefly, then continued with a mocking expression, "You should at least give some money for buying the dog."

"Oh? I wonder how much money you want, brother?" Wan Qing raised an eyebrow, a very attractive beauty mark under his right eye.

Coupled with a puzzled expression, this gives off an innocent, girl-next-door vibe.

Wan Licheng took a couple of puffs on his cigar, then relaxed and said, "I heard you've been learning Latin dance lately. How about you dance one for your older brother?"

Wan Qing raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Latin dances require two people."

"You should dance with him," Wan Licheng said, pointing at Fan Da with a playful expression.

"Brother, you're joking again. How can a person dance with a dog?" Wan Qing's expression was slightly unpleasant, but he still spoke with a smile.

"Wow, this is a living, breathing person! Little sister, how can you mistake a person for a dog?"

Wan Licheng pointed at Wan Qing with an exaggerated expression, his face full of disbelief.

"Hey, tell me, what is he?" Wan Licheng waved his hand and asked his men around him.

"Of course it's a person, young master!"

"Something with a nose and eyes is obviously a person!"

Snapped!

Wan Licheng slapped one of his men across the face, laughing and cursing, "Even dogs have noses and eyes, say it again!"

The subordinate covered his face and stammered, "He...he can speak human language."

"Then why can't I hear the other person speaking?"

The men who were holding Fan Da down heard Wan Licheng's words.

He immediately started kicking Fan Da hard, until Fan Da screamed and begged for mercy.

Wan Licheng said to Wan Qing with a smug look on his face, "See? I told you, this is definitely the real deal."

"Enough! Wan Licheng, state your terms." Wan Qing's pretty face turned cold, and she said in a stiff tone.

"Lend me your androgynous subordinate for a couple of days," Wan Licheng said with a grin, looking at the man with long, flowing hair behind Wan Qing.

Wan Qing snorted coldly, turned around and walked out, not even glancing at Fan Da on the ground.

The other party is useful, but definitely not so much as to need to exchange her personal bodyguard.

This was a highly skilled fighter she had found in Siam; Wan Licheng had tried to harm her several times.

She fought her way out while the other side protected her.

The power struggles among wealthy families like theirs are never about showcasing business acumen, resource integration, or managing the group in an orderly manner.

It's not about who lives the longest, but about who lives the longest.

Simple, brutal, and direct, just like the struggle for succession in ancient times.

Talented people are certainly important, but if you lose yourself, why keep so many talented people to die with you?

Seeing Wan Qing walk out so decisively, Wan Licheng's previous relaxed and carefree demeanor vanished.

She feigned annoyance and said, "Alright, alright, what can I do? You're my sister."

"I want the land where the sugar factory is located."