chapter 8 a million or a hand

"One million or one hand!" Fiskr Stone looked at Elio playfully and said. This was the condition that Elio had offered him before, but now he offered it in reverse. It was an indescribable irony.
"Are you serious?" Elio said solemnly.
"Bang!" Elio was kicked away, and Fiskr picked up a knife.
"Let me ask you one more time. You want a million or a hand?"
Looking at the murderous look on Fiskr's face, and the watermelon knife that was about to fall at any time, Elio threw out a bank card, "The password is 6 zeros. I'm afraid you can take it but have no chance to spend it!"
Fiskr picked up the bank card and kept it.
"Get lost!" Fiskr said coldly.
Elio got up and left, and the remaining men also wanted to leave.
Fiskr suddenly said, "I only told Elio to leave. Who told you to move?"
Being stunned for a while, those men knelt down and cried bitterly.
"Please forgive me!"
"My family still depends on me. Please spare my life, please!"
"Please!"
...
Facing all kinds of begging for mercy, Fiskr remained his cold face and said.
"A million, or a hand. Whoever gives it can go."
Since they dared to offend him, Fiskr, the peerless soldier king, he would let these people know how much they would pay!
"We have no money, Mr. Fiskr! We are not like Elio. We are all poor!" One of the gangsters hugged Fiskr's thigh and cried, "Please spare my life!"
But Fiskr didn't move at all, and the small knife in his hand flashed.
"Ahhh!" One hand was cut off directly.
Fiskr walked forward, and those who didn't paid had their hands cut off without saying a word. It could be seen that Fiskr was ruthless and decisive in killing.
Until he walked in front of Furman Strong.
“One million, or one hand?”
Trembling, Furman Strong took out a real estate certificate and handed it over.
"This is my apartment in the city center, and the original price is two million. Is it enough to spare me and my brother?"
Vuk Strong also looked at Fiskr with hope.
Fiskr put away the real estate certificate and looked at Vuk Strong with an evil smile. He was the instigator of this matter, and he would never let him go.
"It can only be counted as one million."
"Your hand is saved."
Then he strode up to Vuk Strong, which the latter had burst into tears. A foul stench spread as he peed and excreted.
"Ahhhh!" One hand was cut off, and Fiskr casually threw the knife aside.
"It's not too late to take him to the hospital."
Fiskr said seemingly casually, and all the gangsters grabbed their chopped hands and rushed out. Some of them grabbed the wrong ones, and a few of them almost started fighting.
In the end, only the livid-faced Elio and the frightened Furman Strong were left.
The Death Reaper. This man was simply the Death Reaper, so terrifying!
"Money is not that easy to get. I will let you know that this society is not just about fist fight."
Elio said with a livid face. This time, his face was completely lost. He would not be able to gain a foothold in Rivera unless he gained it back. However, for Furman Strong, he just wanted to hide far away and never wanted to see Fiskr Stone, the Death Reaper, again.
Leaving his words, Elio took Fjodor Strong and ran away instantly, fearing that the Fiskr would change his mind and they would not be able to escape.
Fiskr hummed with disdain, walked up to the beauty, and said, "I'm sorry that I got you involved."
The beauty quickly reassured, "No, no, thank you for saving me, but those people are very powerful. Elio is the big boss of Golden Eagle, and his net worth has already exceeded ten million. It will do no good if you offend him. Although you are very good at fighting, if someone walks the white path, they can still crush you to death."
"The white path?" Fiskr sneered. Wasn't he just a guy with a net worth of over ten million? Fiskr Stone's family used to be the number one family in Rivera. Elio would had been unable to get in even if he knelt at the door.
Even though the Stone family was in decline because of that incident, it was the same for Elio. The Stone family identity was still a giant in the society, and Elio could be wiped out with a snap of his fingers.
He hoped Elio would be wise, otherwise...
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Fiskr helped her up, and checked her pulse in passing. He then wrote another prescription for her.
"Loos like you are often tired. It seems that your body has been damaged to the core. Is your tummy excruciating pain every period time? Take the medicine according to this prescription and you'll be cured in a month."
Grace's eyes widened. Fiskr Stone was right. In order to pay for the high tuition fees at Vermillion Girls High School, she worked part-time at Golden Eagle after work every day, and couldn't sleep for more than a few hours a day. She also could feel that her health was getting worse and worse, and she could hardly stand it any longer.
After taking the prescription, Fiskr urged her to leave.
"Thank you! I will definitely repay your great kindness in the future."
Grace thanked Fiskr before she left.
Looking at her exquisite figure, Fiskr Stone smiled before he sat down. Little did he knew that the woman he accidentally rescued was one of Fiskr Stone's five targets, the Civilian School Beauty, Grace Moore.
But this was only the beginning of their story, far from the end.
Now, Fiskr was sitting in an abandoned warehouse. Why he didn't leave was also because of Grace Moore. He had already determined that before this matter was over, Elio would definitely come to take revenge. Fiskr could just pat his butt and leave, but if he couldn't find Fiskr, he would definitely take revenge on Grace. He had already hurt her once, and Fiskr Stone didn't want to hurt her a second time.
In addition, Fiskr Stone wanted to resolve this matter directly, and did not want to leave any further trouble.
"I hope he doesn't come. It's for his own good."
Fiskr Stone said with a smile, "But a dog can never change from eating shit. People will never know how stupid they are until they are beaten."
Sure enough, within fifteen minutes, the alarm bell blared outside the door, and a bunch of police officers with live ammunition rushed in.
Elio was the first to poke his head in and walked in. He pointed at Fiskr Stone and said, "That's him, that's him! Arrest him."
Several tough policemen rushed over in an instant and subdued Fiskr. He didn't resist and allowed them to handcuff him into the police car.
"Now I know I'm scared. Let me tell you, this matter is not over."
Elio said proudly, "You will be tortured to death in there."
He looked at Fiskr Stone, as if he had a chance to win.
Fiskr Stone sneered and said, "You'd better screw me, or I'll screw you when I get out."
"Walk!"
"You're still talking at the end of your life."
Elio didn't say anything, but Fiskr was kicked a few times by the police and put directly into the police car.
Then the police chief said to Elio, "Don't worry. I guarantee he will never leave the police station again."
"Thank you very much!" Elio smiled with a smile on his face, and slipped a bank card with two million in it into the pocket of the chief officer.
"Captain Ford, thank you for your hard work. This is a little gift!"
The two looked at each other and laughed!
"Hahaha!"