Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

Watching that figure approach step by step like a demon god, Nine-Finger Strong's heart, which had spent half his life licking blood from the edge of a knife, finally... frightened.

He's been in this business for so many years, and all he's relied on is ruthlessness.

But he realized today that his ruthlessness was nothing compared to the playful fighting of kindergarten children in front of this man.

The other party's ruthlessness is the kind that comes from the very core of their being; it's the kind of ruthlessness that treats human life as worthless—it's true ruthlessness!

run!

This was the only thought in Nine Fingers Strong's mind!

He turned around abruptly, shoved aside the terrified shopkeeper beside him, and scrambled to escape through the back door of the private room.

However, he had only taken two steps.

A dark figure, like a ghost, appeared in front of him in an instant.

It's Liu Ming!

He didn't even see how the other person moved!

"Where do you want to go?" Liu Ming's voice was calm, yet it sounded like a death knell from hell.

"I...I..." Nine-Finger Qiang was so frightened that he couldn't speak coherently. He looked at Liu Ming, who was so close to him, and his survival instinct made him make the most foolish decision.

He pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket, and relying on the last bit of his courage, he roared and stabbed it towards Liu Ming's heart!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

however……

"Snapped!"

A crisp snap of the fingers.

Liu Ming didn't even raise his hand; he simply delivered a whip kick, as fast as lightning, striking Jiu Zhiqiang's wrist, which was holding the knife, with pinpoint accuracy!

"ah--!"

Another bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out.

Nine Fingers felt as if his wrist had been struck head-on by a high-speed swinging iron hammer, and he instantly lost consciousness.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before he could react...

Liu Ming's military boots had already pressed down on his chest like Mount Tai!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Nine-Finger Strong's obese body slammed to the ground like a sack crushed by a road roller, shaking the entire private room.

He felt as if his sternum was about to be crushed, and he almost fainted on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath.

Liu Ming's foot was planted on him, looking down at him with no emotion in her eyes, as if she were looking at an ant.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

He had said the same thing to Nine-Fingered Strong's men not long ago.

"Cough...cough cough..." Nine-Finger coughed violently, each cough accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.

He looked at the military boot pressing down on his chest and finally gave up all thoughts of resistance.

He knew that in front of this man, he didn't even have the right to commit suicide.

"Sir...Sir...I was wrong...I was really wrong..." he said haltingly, almost pleadingly, "Please...please be magnanimous...just let me go like a fart..."

"Let you go?" Liu Ming laughed, a smile that, in Nine-Fingers Qiang's eyes, was more terrifying than the devil's. "Sure. But before I let you go, we need to settle some accounts."

"Settle... settle accounts?" Nine Fingers was taken aback.

"That's right, settle the score." Liu Ming's foot pressed down slightly, causing Jiu Zhiqiang to groan again.

"Tell me, how long have you been setting up a checkpoint and collecting tolls at the entrance of Xiaxi Village?"

"Yes...yes...about...half a year ago..." Nine-Finger Qiang dared not hide anything.

"Six months..." Liu Ming nodded, as if calculating something, "Approximately how much money can I receive each day?"

"Well...it varies...on average...it's about two or three thousand a day..."

"Two or three thousand?" Liu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly. "As far as I know, at least a hundred dump trucks pass through your Qingyun County's sand and gravel pits every day. At one hundred yuan per truck, that's ten thousand yuan a day just from dump trucks. Add to that the cars and farm tricycles that pass by... and you're telling me it's only two or three thousand a day?"

"Snap!"

A sickening, bone-grinding sound came from beneath Liu Ming's feet.

"Ah—! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Nine-Fingered Qiang cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face. He dared not play any tricks anymore. "Sir! I'll tell you the truth! On average... I can earn about fifteen thousand a day!"

"Fifteen thousand..." Liu Ming did the mental calculation, faster than a calculator.

"Fifteen thousand a day, for half a year, that's one hundred and eighty days. The total is... two million seven hundred thousand."

He looked at Jiuzhiqiang at his feet and said calmly, "This 2.7 million is the hard-earned money you extorted from those already poor villagers."

"I don't like owing people, and I don't like being owed money. So, you have to pay this money back."

"Give it back...?" Nine-Finger Qiang was dumbfounded.

"That's right." Liu Ming nodded. "However, considering the trouble you've caused me and the precious time you've wasted, I'll have to add some interest."

"Double the compensation."

"What?! Double...double?!" Nine-Fingered Qiang felt like he was going crazy. "That...that's five million four hundred thousand! Sir! I...I don't have that much money! I'm just a small-time hoodlum..."

"No?" Liu Ming's eyes instantly turned cold.

He loosened his grip, bent down, picked up the dagger that Nine Fingers had dropped from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.

"Your name is Nine-Fingered Strong because you cheated at gambling and someone chopped off one of your fingers, right?"

Nine-Finger Strong stared at the gleaming dagger, trembling with fear, unable to utter a word.

"I don't think the name 'Nine-Finger Qiang' sounds very good." Liu Ming gently patted Nine-Finger Qiang's face with the back of her dagger. "How about 'Fingerless Qiang'? Doesn't it sound more imposing?"

Nine-Finger Strong's crotch was instantly soaked.

As he watched the dagger getting closer and closer to his eyes, he finally broke down completely!

"I have money! I have money! Sir! I have money!" he cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, "Five million four hundred thousand! I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you right now! Please... please don't use the knife..."

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

Liu Ming smiled and put away the dagger.

He took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the video recording function, and aimed it at Nine-Finger Qiang's face, which looked even worse than if his father had died.

"Come on, stand in front of the camera and tell me all the good deeds you've done over the years, down to the last detail." Liu Ming's voice carried an undeniable command. "Especially about collecting protection money at the village entrance—who's backing you up, making you so fearless?"

Nine Fingers stared at the dark, unseen phone camera lens as if it were a gun pressed against his throat.

He knew that he had failed today.

They've fallen completely, with no chance of recovery whatsoever.

As he cried and trembled, he recounted all the crimes he had committed over the years, as well as the names of those who had protected him, one by one…

……

Ten minutes later.

Liu Ming put her phone away with satisfaction.

The video contains Jiuzhiqiang's most complete confession. If this were handed over to the Discipline Inspection Commission, it would be enough to cause a major earthquake in the officialdom of Qingyun County.

"Alright, now, transfer the money." Liu Ming tossed her bank card number in front of Nine-Fingered Qiang.

Nine Fingers felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, took out his phone, and fumbled with it.

He watched helplessly as the astronomical sum in his account flowed into someone else's pocket, his heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

But he dared not hesitate for a moment.

Because that demon-like man was right beside him, quietly watching him.

"drop."

The notification sound for a successful transfer rang out.

Looking at the few hundred yuan left in his account, Jiu-zhiqiang's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground again, bursting into tears.

All his life's work is gone!

He, the underground emperor of Qingyun County, was not only beaten today, but also... stripped naked and left penniless!

This is worse than killing him!

Dignity, utterly swept away!

Liu Ming looked at the text message on her phone that 5.4 million yuan had been deposited into her account and nodded in satisfaction.

"Remember, I will return every penny of this money to the villagers you bullied."

"As for you..." Liu Ming looked at him, her eyes cold.

"Today, I'll spare your dog's life."

"But if I see you committing evil deeds in Qingyun County again..."

"Next time, it won't just be your finger that gets broken."

After saying that, Liu Ming didn't look at him again, turned around and strode out of this living hell.

All that remained behind him was a distraught, wailing figure... "Wu Caiqiang".