chapter 29 Broken Knife Spencer Liu

"When you combined with Lucas to suppress my wife, why didn't you think about the result?" Ashburn took a sip of beer and asked with a sneer. "So this ridiculous price is for Gina?" "Not quite. I really mean this price." The muscles on Sidney's face trembled. Ashburn was about to die, but this shit still dared to be so calm, as if his dozen or so fellows had become decorations, which made him inexplicably annoyed, "One dollar per plant, in this price, Tucker's Flower Company Base is at least two million short, how can I report this shortfall to the group headquarters?" After all, he was just the son-in-law of the Tucker family. The Tucker family was in charge of the Tucker Group. He was just an outsider. "How? That's your business." Ashburn turned the wine glass in his hand without any intention of compromising. "Then there's no room for peaceful settlement?" "I wasn't gonna talk to you about it originally." "Fuck!" Sidney was immediately angry. More than a dozen people in the room stood up and stared at Ashburn eagerly. They all had weapons in their hands, some were steel pipes, some were iron rods, and two were playing with balisongs. "Mr. Walker, since he doesn't know what is good for him, there is no need to discuss." The voice came from a green translucent plastic curtain, a little gloomy, with a hint of hoarse hostility. Then Ashburn saw an indescribable face peeking out from the curtain. This face was extremely abstract that Picasso's paintings couldn't compare with. When the facial features of this man were put together, he looked like a sheepdog. The fat middle-aged man who opened the door earlier wiped away cold sweat and stepped forward with a smile, "Master Lawson, I have nothing to do here, right?" The sheepdog-like guy waved his hand, "Get out of the back door." The middle-aged fat man glanced at Ashburn worriedly, but his worry soon turned into a moment of sympathy, and he quickly passed through the door curtain and fled. Sidney also stood up. He was very respectful to the sheepdog-like man, "Master Lawson, I'll leave the matter in your hands." "Take the money and eliminate troubles. Mr. Walker, what do you want me to do? Break one of his fingers, $7,000, break his leg, $70,000, let him lie in the hospital for the rest of his life, $140,000. Or kill him directly? $210,000." Spencer Lawson was very skilled in business and put in his offer calmly. "Ashburn, did you hear that?" Sidney came over arrogantly, triumphantly, "Speaking of which, actually we are so similar. We are all grassroots sons-in-law who have to flatter others to make a living. If you agree with my ways of resolution, giving you the original price of Canary date palm. Here it is, we will keep as clear as well water and river water." "Are you threatening me?" "Ha, that's right, I'm just threatening you." Sidney took advantage of the large number of people and the home court, with a high attitude, "What? Are you unhappy with me? Haha, but you could do nothing! How dared you treat me like that?" The words fell. boom! Ashburn had already pressed Sidney's head and hit it heavily on the glass of the turntable table. The glass was cracked, and Sidney was covered in blood. "Damn, kill him! Master Lawson, I'll give you $300,000 to kill him!" Sidney roared in shock and anger. Originally he was a timid person and might not really dare to kill anyone, but Ashburn was so difficult to persuade and there was no room for negotiation at all. This was forcing him to murder! Kill him, once and for all. In this way, the matter between him and Roxanne could be kept hidden, and everything he had in the Tucker family could be preserved. Anger arises from the heart, evil arises from courage! The dozen thugs were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that Ashburn would dare to take action in this situation. They reacted and swarmed forward. An iron rod came down and Ashburn stepped aside to dodge it. Tai Chi Style holding the ball, Qiankun dribbling! Holding the thug's head and twisting it between his hands, the man's body rotated involuntarily. Ashburn withdrew his hands and rose from the ground, knocking away the three companions behind the thug. Spencer narrowed his eyes slightly, "Tai Chi!" Then he paid attention to Ashburn's footwork. The footwork of the Thirteen styles of Tai Chi was based on the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. Five plus eight was exactly the number of thirteen, so the footwork of each posture was different. There were thousands of hidden changes, which were mysterious and unpredictable. "Punch like the wave!" "Strike ears with both fists!" Ashburn's figure was like a dragon, moving among the people. He exerted invisible force with his hands, and thugs fell away one after another. No one could get close. "Is this a warrior who has advanced to a higher level?" Spencer's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he slowly pulled out a knife from behind. This was a straight knife and a broken knife. The blade was only about 20 centimetres long. It was matte all over and had a snow-white edge. There was a flash of cold light, and Spencer's figure jumped down, slashing straight at him with his broken knife. Ashburn hooked his right hand and used the rotation force to throw a thug away. The thug went straight for the blade on Spencer. He let out a scream, blood-spattered three feet, and he fell to the ground twitching non-stop. Spencer didn't even look at it and continued to attack Ashburn. The sword flashed brightly, reflecting the lights in the hall, attacking faster and faster. After twelve consecutive attacks, Ashburn dodged all of them. The top of a round table was lifted by Ashburn. The tabletop with the glass turntable crashed into Spencer. Ashburn began to turn his defence into an offence. The best defence was offence! Spencer split the table with a knife, and the blade forced into the middle and came towards Ashburn's chest, as fast as a tiger. Seeing this sword, Sidney laughed and cheered, "Nice! Kill him with one sword and cut him into pieces! Haha..." A scream interrupted his laughter. At this critical moment, Ashburn's footwork shifted from the up position to the off position, narrowly dodging the blade on Spencer's back. His right hand passed under his wrist and grabbed the ulnar nerve of Spencer's arm from bottom to top like a snake. The ulnar nerve, commonly known as numbness, caused Spencer's right hand, which held the sword, to be unable to exert strength. Then Ashburn clasped his wrist with his left hand, pushed forward, and with a click, the wrist bone broke immediately, then he snatched Spencer's broken knife. Sidney's smile froze. Spencer fell back and flew out, collapsing a round table behind him. However, he had a tenacious character. He slapped his left hand and was about to jump up. Unexpectedly, the broken knife in Ashburn's hand shot out at this time. Another scream. The blade embedded in his right arm deeply. Spencer's dominant hand was his right hand, and his right hand accounts for at least half of his skills. This sword directly destroyed his right hand, which was equivalent to destroying his martial arts career. There was no danger, just as the divination showed. Ashburn secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ordinary Tai Chi had no practical ability at all. He could make such progress because, first, he relied on inheritance, which allowed him to master the essence of the technique instantly. Second, because of the role of the Flesh Buddha, he got some internal strength cultivation all of a sudden. Without internal strength cultivation as a basis, Tai Chi only had the effect of strengthening the body, just like an old man did morning exercises. Facing a fierce attack like Spencer's, he could only wait for death. Ashburn looked down at the Spencer and asked teasingly, "It costs $70,000 to break my leg. How much does it cost to cripple your arm?" Spencer was ashen and speechless. Ashburn sneered and turned to look at Sidney.