The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Late at night.

Blood Rose Bar.

The wine bottle hit Ma Bin's head hard. The spicy wine mixed with blood wet his hair and flowed across his forehead. The glasses on his nose were cracked, and his eyeballs were bruised with blood. He looked very embarrassed.

Zheng Si, who was half naked, was panting. His palm was like a millstone, squeezing the remaining half of the bottle mouth into pieces.

He raised his hand and sprinkled it all on Ma Bin's head. Ma Bin stood there motionless.

Zheng Si grabbed Ma Bin's head, and when he exerted force, the pieces squeezed against his scalp, making a tooth-grinding sound. His scalp and hair roots were instantly dyed scarlet.

"You don't know martial arts, you are weak, and you can't even hold a knife steadily. But I have always been against all odds and let you sit firmly in the position of the second leader of the gang. What do you think I like about you?" Zheng Si roared fiercely.

The angry roar spread out of the private room, passed through the corridor, and echoed throughout the Blood Rose. All the younger brothers in the gang shuddered and looked at the innermost part of the corridor in silence, but no one dared to go over.

Ma Wei stood guard at the door of the private room, his heart pounding: "Brother Bin will not be beaten to death by Boss Zheng today, right?"

He turned his neck stiffly a little bit towards the door, just enough to glimpse in a little bit, and he really didn't dare to look more.

Inside the room, Ma Bin's head was grasped by a big hand, and the five fingers crushed his glasses, as if they were going to pinch them directly into his face.

Ma Bin's face flushed, and he felt as if his feet were half hanging in the air.

He answered with difficulty: "Boss Zheng took a fancy to my brain."

Zheng Si grinned: "Yes, I took a fancy to your useful brain, which is also very vicious. Over the years, you have never let me down."

After a pause, he loosened his palm a little and continued: "But this time, you told me that the murderer who killed Xiaohang could not be found. Can I understand that your brain is finally not useful?"

Ma Bin felt that his scalp was about to tear, and his voice trembled: "It's not that I can't find it, but Li Shang warned me many times that the case that the patrol room has already decided is not allowed to be investigated by others, otherwise..."

Zheng Si's one eye burst into a fierce light, and he stared at Ma Bin: "He is just a deputy captain of the patrol room. Why, are you afraid of him?"

Ma Bin panted and dared not answer this question.

Zheng Si's chest was full of anger. He threw his hand and Ma Bin hit the wall heavily. He slid to the ground with countless broken bottles and couldn't get up for a long time.

Zheng Si roared madly, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost became real.

He half-crouched on the broken wine bottle on the ground, and looked down at Ma Bin with his fake eye without emotion, and said in a low voice: "I gave you two weeks, and now there are still three days left, so I will keep your head on your neck."

"In the last three days, I don't care what method you use, bring the murderer to me, I will tear him to pieces, otherwise..."

Zheng Si bent his head, and the hot and rough breath sprayed on his blood-stained ears: "I will tear you to pieces!"

Ma Bin struggled to half-climb up, and nodded his head heavily with a bloody face.

Zheng Si was about to stand up when he heard Ma Bin asking again without knowing whether to live or die: "What about Li Shang?"

Under the stimulation of alcohol and anger, Zheng Si's temples throbbed with pain. He laughed in anger and said hoarsely: "If he dares to prevent me from avenging my son, you can use your brain to deal with him for me. If you can't deal with Li Shang, deal with the people around him. Isn't that what you are best at?"

Ma Bin pretended to be terrified and knelt on the ground and asked: "What does big brother mean?"

Zheng Si didn't understand how a deputy captain of the patrol room could make Ma Bin stupid. He said harshly: "My son is dead, but Li Shang has a son, a wife or a mistress, and he tied up his whole family to force him to shut up and obey. Do I need to teach you?"

Ma Bin got up, and his bloody face showed ferocity and cruelty: "I know, boss, I won't let you down."

Zheng Si snorted coldly and gestured three fingers at Ma Bin.

When Ma Bin left the room, he winked at Ma Wei in a subtle way. Ma Wei closed the door and waited for a while. When he heard the woman's moaning in the room, he left quietly.

Knock on the door.

"Come in."

Ma Wei pushed the door open and entered, lowering his head to avoid seeing Brother Bin's miserable appearance.

Ma Bin sat on the sofa, wiped his head with a wet cloth, and said lightly: "It was Boss Zheng who beat me. There is nothing to be afraid of. You don't have to be so cautious. I won't vent my anger on others because of this kind of thing."

Ma Wei slowly raised his head after hearing this, and then he was shocked.

He saw Ma Bin looking at his mobile phone and pulling out the glass shards on his forehead. His face, which was obviously broken and bleeding, was now showing an unusually bright smile.

Ma Wei's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand why Brother Bin was smiling, but it made him feel more scared than his usual gloomy face.

Ma Bin smiled and said, "Do you want to be promoted?"

Ma Wei knew that if he dared to say no at this time, it would be difficult for him to walk out of this door. He swallowed his saliva and nodded quickly: "Yes."

Ma Bin's smile became brighter: "If you do this well, I guarantee that you will take my position in the future."

Ma Wei breathed a cold breath, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

Ma Bin casually threw the list on A4 paper over and said: "After the lights are on in Shangcheng, you take the people in the gang and invite all the suspects on the list back to Boss Zheng."

Ma Wei suspected that Brother Bin was joking: "Invite?"

Ma Bin pulled out a piece of glass from his forehead and said without comment: "You can interpret it any way you want. Anyway, by this time tomorrow night, all 49 suspects must be brought back, alive or dead, but not one less."

Ma Wei's heart trembled when he heard this. It would be impossible to cover up the noise of tying up 49 people in one day, even if they were all civilians.

Ma Bin knew what Ma Wei was worried about. He used a band-aid to stick the wound on his face and said faintly: "You don't have to cover it up. The louder the noise, the better."

Ma Wei's feet felt cold, and he felt a chill running straight to his forehead.

Then, he heard Brother Bin's next sentence: "Just one thing, whether it is to the brothers in the gang or to the outside world, remember, this was done by Boss Zheng himself."

Ma Wei's head was numb.

Ma Bin did not urge him, and let Ma Wei stand there thinking.

After a long time, just when Ma Wei was about to speak, Ma Bin smiled and said, "If you think you can't do it, you can ask the lame man behind you to help you~"

Ma Wei felt like he was falling into an ice cave, his eyes almost blackened, and his tongue was tied: "Bin, Brother Bin, what are you talking about?"

Ma Bin: "You send text messages to the outside every night to tip off the news. You don't think I really don't know, do you?"

Ma Wei's teeth were trembling, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Ma Bin smiled and said, "How did Zhang Tong die? And the wound on your stomach, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. What did that insidious lame man use to hold you? Let me guess, is it the video of you killing Zhang Tong?"

Ma Wei's brain crashed: "....."

Ma Bin knew the answer from Ma Wei's expression change. He stopped asking questions and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, I won't expose you. After all, we are now ants on the same string."

Ma Wei didn't quite understand, and he wanted to explain with a dry mouth.

Ma Bin stood up, made a "hush" gesture with his fingers, and said sympathetically: "No need to explain, people can be forgiven for anything they do to survive, right?"

Ma Wei nodded stiffly.

Ma Bin then patted the latter on the shoulder: "You are a smart man, and smart people should know which way is their only way to survive."

Ma Wei pondered for a full half minute, knowing that he had no way out, he gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Bin, I know what to do, but can the brothers in the gang listen to me? I am just a..."

Ma Bin laughed: "Why do you think I asked you to guard the door for Boss Zheng? Go ahead and do it. Everything you do will be counted on Boss Zheng. Besides, Xiaoli and I will testify for you."

Xiaoli was one of the two ladies that Ma Bin sent to Boss Zheng's room last week. The other one was called Xiaoyou, who was played to death yesterday.

Ma Wei went out. When he went out, his mind was still a little confused. He turned around and went to the innermost partition of the toilet first. He decided to send a text message to the boss to calm down.

Ma Bin watched Ma Wei leave, took out a fountain pen from his jacket pocket, played with it for a while, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Video? It's really a dirty trick, haha, but it's no wonder that dirty tricks always work wonders. No wonder people always use them."

Ma Bin smiled as he uncapped the fountain pen, inserted it into the USB port of the computer, and clicked the mouse to open an audio recording, editing and synthesis software.