Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 520 Brother Biao

Chapter 520: Chapter 520 Brother Biao

The sky gradually darkened.

Baohua Street.

This was not a bustling street, although it still lay within the city limits, it was far from the city center.

And because it was ordinary and far from the city center, the whole street seemed quiet with only the occasional car driving by.

Especially now, as dusk deepened, there were hardly any people on the streets.

For this reason, the relevant departments didn’t even bother to turn on the streetlights, making the street pitch black and somewhat eerie and desolate.

At this moment, on the empty road, a minibus was slowly driving forward.

It was a very ordinary-looking minibus with an out-of-town license plate, nearly unnoticeable to passersby.

Not to mention at night, even during the day, definitely no one would take a second look.

After all, everyone’s attention would be on the fancy, luxury cars, how could they notice such a plain minibus?

However, inside the minibus, it was a whole different world.

The interior of the minibus had been modified, all the seats were removed, making the already spacious interior even roomier.

The windows of the minibus were covered with a layer of black film, allowing one to see out from the inside, but not in from the outside.

Thus, the minibus seemed like a mobile, private small room.

Inside the minibus, besides some assorted daily necessities, there were two long sofas and a coffee table placed in the middle of the cabin.

Inside the minibus, apart from the driver who was driving.

On those two rows of sofas, there were eleven men seated at the moment.

Ten of the men, each robust with buzz cuts, dressed in black tank tops and denim jeans, looked fierce and intimidating.

But the man sitting in the middle, was wearing a red and green striped floral shirt, legs crossed, a cigar dangling from his mouth, his expression arrogant.

But if one looked closely at his eyes, one could see a deep malevolence.

Such a person was definitely not ordinary!

And judging by the extremely respectful look the ten burly men gave him, this man in the floral shirt must be their boss!

At that moment, the man in the floral shirt took a puff of his cigar, exhaled smoke, and was just about to pick up the teacup from the coffee table to take a sip.

But just then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned to a burly man next to him and asked, "By the way, how are those kids we recently kidnapped from the rural areas?"

"Brother Biao, these little brats were quite disobedient when they first arrived, but don’t worry, just starve them for a few days and beat them viciously, and they will definitely beg obediently!"

The burly man grinned and replied.

"Good, that works too, but remember, don’t be too harsh when you beat them. Their lives aren’t worth much, but we still need them to beg for money."

"These kids are our cash cows. Losing one means losing a lot of money, so be gentle. Anyone who causes a death, don’t blame me for cutting their bonus at the end of the year!"

The man in the floral shirt nodded, his cold laughter resonating.

"Ha, Brother Biao, don’t worry, we’ve been with you for so many years. We’ve trained kids, if not a hundred, then eighty, so we know how to control ourselves, we won’t kill anyone!"

The burly man nodded and chuckled.

"That’s good!"

The man in the floral shirt said, lifting his teacup to sip gently, then continuing, "In the East City District, find time to send a few well-trained little beggars over there. There are quite a few wealthy people and so-called philanthropists over there; that’s a piece of fat meat that we absolutely can’t just let go!"

"Alright!"

The burly man nodded and looking around at everyone, he laughed, "Hey, isn’t it weird how people are these days? They hesitate to give to real beggars, but these little beggars can pull at their heartstrings, even if they’re fake, they still give money. It’s really interesting!"

"Ha, those of us in this trade just hope there will be more such people, else what would we live off of? You know, the last time, I only took five little beggars to beg in West District. In less than ten days, these five little beggars handed over almost a hundred thousand yuan to me. This really is a lucrative business, hahaha!"

Another man said proudly, his face beaming.

The other men’s faces also revealed similar smiles.

Clearly, they too had made quite a bit of money using these little beggars.

"By the way, Brother Biao, I feel like we still don’t have enough little beggars. If we could double their numbers based on what we have now, our earnings this year could be very significant!"

The burly man turned to the man in the floral shirt, suggesting.

The moment he spoke, the other men also looked toward the man in the floral shirt, obviously also leaning towards this idea.

Although each of them already had seven or eight little beggars, and they could beg for quite a sum daily.

But human greed knew no bounds. The more they earned, the more they wanted.

With money, no one is ever satisfied.

That was their mentality now, knowing that more little beggars meant more money, their minds began to stir.

Feeling the expectant gazes of the others, the man in the floral shirt took another sip of tea, then put down the cup and said:

"I’ve thought over your idea, and it’s not that we can’t do it. I was already prepared to execute it, but I’ve recently received news from an inside informant. The police are cracking down harder on us."

"At this time, if we brazenly kidnap more children from other areas, that’s just asking for trouble! So, let’s be patient and get through this period. Once it’s over, we’ll immediately start increasing the number of little beggars!"

"Alright!"

Upon hearing this, everyone naturally had no objections.

They had never questioned the decisions of the man in the floral shirt.

Many times in the past, when their begging organization was almost exposed by the police,

It was the man in the floral shirt who led them, narrowly escaping the police’s investigation.