637: Chapter 637 Tie Zhuzi’s Money-Making Methods 637: Chapter 637 Tie Zhuzi’s Money-Making Methods The problem had become quite clear, the Evil God had only pulled a small stunt, perhaps just to test Xiang Yu and their response time.

By midnight, the number of suspects apprehended had reached forty.

Tie Zhuzi was the busiest among them.

He had all forty people tied to trees on the mountain, and in his hand, he wielded a whip, lashing out at anyone who caught his displeasure.

“Tell me, are you with the Evil God’s organization?” Tie Zhuzi pointed at a fat man and said.

The fat man had already been frightened by him, and with a mournful expression, pleaded, “Big Brother, please let me go, I swear I’m not part of the Evil God’s organization.

They came to me wanting to collaborate, but I didn’t agree.”

“No one would believe what you say; you, lad, are as slick as a member of the Evil God’s crowd.” After saying this, Tie Zhuzi gave him two more lashes, causing the fat man to scream in agony.

“Cry for your uncle, dare to cry out again, and I’ll flay your skin off,” Tie Zhuzi threatened with a glare.

The fat man quickly shut his mouth, his face full of resentment.

In truth, Tie Zhuzi knew the man was just a bar owner, but he didn’t want to let him go.

“Bro Zhuzi, one of the kids has passed out,” someone ran up to Tie Zhuzi and reported.

“What, passed out?” Tie Zhuzi exclaimed, then approached the individual.

He kicked him first, then yelled, “Damn it, having the nerve to faint without my order.

Bring me a knife; I’m going to skin this son of a bitch alive.”

Tie Zhuzi’s words sent a shiver down the spine of everyone tied to the trees.

Such logic, fainting required permission.

And to think he even wanted to skin the person alive.

In the dark, Tie Zhuzi was like a God of Killing.

Everyone bowed their heads low, fearing they might draw Tie Zhuzi’s attention.

Whether it was the magic of Tie Zhuzi’s words or the kid was just pretending to faint, the kid suddenly came to life again, then looked at Tie Zhuzi with a face full of terror, saying, “Big Brother, I wasn’t unconscious, just asleep.”

“Playing tricks on your uncle,” Tie Zhuzi kicked him again, reaching for a knife to skin the youth.

But his brothers quickly stepped forward, grabbing and restraining Tie Zhuzi.

“Bro Zhuzi, don’t be impulsive, let’s talk it out.”

“Yeah, Bro Zhuzi, let’s give them a proper lesson first.”

Several people hugged Tie Zhuzi with all their might, preventing him from charging forward.

Suddenly, the youth tied to the tree, not paying attention, wet his pants.

“Daring to pee right here, cut his dick off,” Tie Zhuzi shouted.

Hearing this, the bar owner immediately burst into tears, crying loudly.

After all, he was a bar owner, a well-known local thug.

He had a few henchmen, swaggering around, quite imposingly.

He never imagined that today a few people would come claiming they wanted to collaborate.

The collaboration hadn’t even started when he was captured and brought here.

Upon arrival, he was beaten for no reason, and now they were talking about skinning him and cutting off his genitals; he couldn’t bear such a blow and mentally collapsed, bursting into loud sobs.

“Let me go, I’m going to kill him…” Tie Zhuzi yelled, but then several brothers forcefully dragged him away.

Tie Zhuzi was taken to a secluded spot, and everyone let go of him, unable to resist bursting into laughter.

Tie Zhuzi’s earlier ferocity had vanished, and he started laughing as well.

“Bro Zhuzi, do you think the boss will blame us for this?” one of them asked with some concern.

“You mean Xiang Yu?

Don’t worry about that, he will definitely support us when the time comes.

Let me tell you, Xiang Yu has way more tricks than I do, I’ve learned it all from him,” Tie Zhuzi chuckled.

The other guys, hearing that Xiang Yu wouldn’t blame them, all chuckled with a he-he.

“Xiaoma, it’s your turn to show up,” Tie Zhuzi patted the shoulder of a skinny brother beside him.

Xiaoma quickly nodded and ran out.

He approached the group of people, then pulled a grim face and heaved a sigh.

At that moment, the fatso, thinking Xiaoma seemed approachable, whispered, “Brother, come here for a sec.”

“What’s up?” Xiaoma looked around cautiously before walking up to the fatso.

The fatso whispered, “Brother, you seem like a good guy, let me go and I’ll give you twenty thousand yuan.”

“Twenty thousand?

Pfft!” Xiaoma was disdainful and turned to walk away.

The fatso initially wanted to test the waters.

Seeing that this approach worked on Xiaoma, he became somewhat anxious, “Little brother, don’t go yet.

If you think twenty thousand is not okay, then two hundred thousand must do.”

Xiaoma’s eyes shone at the mention of two hundred thousand; he had never seen so much money.

But now he had to pretend to be disdainful as Tie Zhuzi had told them they shouldn’t expect to be let go for anything less than five million.

“Your life is only worth this much?” Xiaoma scoffed, “I can tell you clearly, see the tall, black guy just now?

His hobby is flaying people’s skins and hanging them up naked as pieces of art.

He’s had his eye on you guys for a while, especially you, being so plump, he wants to see what’s really inside you.”

Tie Zhuzi and the others listening from a distance were about to burst out when they heard Xiaoma call him a tall, black guy.

But the thought of those crisp bills made him hold back.

Xiaoma spoke with ease, whereas the fatso was chilled to the bone.

If what he said was true, he was about to be skinned alive.

Trembling, he said, “Then, little brother, name your price.

I’ll pay anything as long as you let me go.”

Only then did Xiaoma show a sneaky look, glancing around and whispering, “Five million.

Give me that, and I’ll let you go right now.”

The fatso couldn’t help but gasp at the figure.

He could come up with five million, but it was too much.

Seeing the other person’s reaction, Xiaoma snorted coldly, “If you’re not willing, forget it.

Just wait here for death.

Don’t count on me anymore.”

Although Xiaoma and the fatso’s conversation was soft, those tied up there could hear them.

Some were already tempted.

Money was nothing compared to their lives.

“Little brother, I’m willing to give five million.

Let me make a call now, and I’ll transfer the five million to your account immediately,” that person said as quietly as possible.

Xiaoma looked at the fatso disdainfully, then approached the man and said, “Are you serious?

Because if you try any tricks, all of you will die.”

“It’s true, it’s true.

Just give me your account number, and I’ll transfer the money to you right now,” the man said, somewhat excitedly.

“Brother, I’m willing too.

Come over here, and I can transfer the money to you directly from my phone.”

“I’m willing as well.”

“Let me go first.”

Desperate to save their lives, these people were willing to pay first.

They didn’t dare to speak loudly, arguing in hushed tones.

Hidden in the shadows, Tie Zhuzi was dancing with joy.

This was all money…