Chapter 1401

It's a big world.

There are a lot of people.

But in Du Qiumin's eyes, Luo Hao and his friends from other places are no different from the street beggars.

When she is in a good mood or in need, she may not mind giving a little favor, but once it endangers her own interests, she will not hesitate to give it up.

So when she realized the danger, she immediately asked people to sink Luo Hao into the river, and she also planned to kill Ang Lee, so as to achieve the purpose of root cutting.

It's undeniable that in this age when people don't fight for themselves, if they have the ability, maybe everyone wants to do it. It's better for me to bear the burden of the world than the burden of the world. From her point of view, it's okay to kill Luo Hao, or even ang Lee. Although Luo Hao, who has been with her for more than a month, has not struggled too much and has become a corpse in the Pujiang River, she didn't have a lot of difficulties Ang Lee, who was in my heart, gave her a big surprise.

In a villa in Longjing Guanghua garden, the battle that should have ended long ago is still going on.

A pair of thin but sharp blades are wildly waved, and the dazzling cold light is radiated under the bright and gorgeous ceiling chandelier, and the snow is shining in bursts.

Surrounded by a number of swordsmen, the young man who seems to have fallen into the trap and is doomed has a mysterious footstep. He is able to do everything he can in the dense light of swords.

His natural and unrestrained posture is as if these swordsmen just cooperate with his mass actors, which makes Du Qiumin look dull and pale.

She knew very well that if these thugs downstairs failed to stop each other, she would end up miserable tonight, so she screamed, "what are you doing?! So many people can't beat one of them?! All for me! Chop him to death! "

She is quite amorous, but now this ferocious expression is really ugly.

Those swordsmen didn't work hard. After all, it wasn't really a movie. They didn't want to die. Maybe it was themselves who died, but the other side was too flexible. Whenever they thought that this knife would cut them down, they were finally escaped by the other side. Then, the small butterfly knife was like a poisonous snake, and quickly escaped from a sudden The tricky angle of defense makes them suffer.

The fighting continues.

The bloodstain on the carpet gradually spread and more and more people fell to the ground.

"Dong."

About two minutes later, the last swordsman was stabbed with a blood hole in his shoulder and thigh. His body was out of balance and he finally fell on the sofa. It also announced that a bloody fight that should not appear in a harmonious society had come to an end.

The hall was in a mess, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood. At the moment, all the more than a dozen swordsmen who were waiting for work fell to the ground. Some of them were unconscious because of excessive blood loss, and a few of them were moaning in pain.

No one died, but the wounded were everywhere.

In the dangerous situation that either you or I died just now, this man took the measure to the extreme.

On the bloody carpet, only one man was still standing. He threw the bloody butterfly knife on the ground, walked to the coffee table as if nothing had happened, took out some paper towels and wiped his hands slowly.

The air in the villa is almost frozen, time seems to be still, and the needle can be heard.

Downstairs, Ang Lee was silent.

Upstairs, Du Qiumin looks like a ghost. His face is stiff and his mouth is slightly open. He doesn't continue to shout.

"Mr. Du, can we have a talk now?"

After wiping the blood off his hands, Ang Lee slowly raised his head.

The appearance didn't change, it was still the same, and it wasn't fierce, but looking at him, Du Qiumin stepped back subconsciously.

"What do you want?"

She tried to calm herself, but her tone was still uncontrollable, a little trembling.

Ang Lee stood downstairs, just looking at her.

Du Qiumin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"I think we can talk about it calmly. I'm really wrong about Luo Hao's death, but he's also responsible for it. I just asked him to negotiate with Rong Weigan, instead of letting him take such an extreme way. Now Rong Weigan calls the police, and I have no other way. If he doesn't die, I'll be finished. If it's you, what can you do?"

Now that Luo Hao is dead, there is no evidence to prove her death. No one can confront her any more.

"I can give you a sum of money, you can take the money to another place to live a good life, OK?"

Although she felt deeply humiliated, Du Qiumin could see the situation clearly after all. The other side unexpectedly abandoned her thugs and turned over the Jedi. In order to protect herself, she had to spend money to avoid disaster.

But the other side was unmoved.

"You can't come back to life after death. I admire your loyalty, but you can't come back to life after death. You still have to think about yourself, don't you?"Qiao Jun also voiced that seeing the bad situation, he also changed his face.

So far, the situation is out of control. It's no shame to be soft for a moment.

Ang Lee was silent, as if he had been moved.

Du Qiumin breathed a sigh of relief and continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"A million. I'll give you a million. From then on, the enmity between us has been written off. "

Du Qiumin is very rich.

It's a lot to buy out one life with one million, but Ang Lee finally shook his head.

"I owe money and kill people. Luo Hao regards me as his only friend. I can't let him die so unknowingly. Either you turn yourself in and confess your crime, or I'll do it. "

Du Qiumin's face immediately changed.

This Dalit, clearly did not give her a choice.

Panicked again, she subconsciously turned to look at the only reliance around her at this time.

Qiao Jun's eyes are gloomy. Seeing that the other party refuses to reconcile and the negotiation breaks down, he acts decisively. His hand reaches to his waist quickly and a pistol is pulled out immediately.

He is worthy of being a real figure in the Jianghu. Without saying a word, he has a fierce expression. He pulls out his gun and aims at the whole action at once. Aiming at ang lee downstairs, he immediately pulls the trigger.

"Bang!"

The tongue of fire shot out of the cold, dark muzzle.

But the next scene, like a dream, simply destroyed Qiao Jun's world outlook.

The man's speed was faster than that of the bullet. He took off in the same place, shot his body violently, put his hand on the second floor, jumped over the railing, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Qiao Jun's face is full of consternation. Before he has time to make any reaction, the other side has already been close to his body, and his knee has been raised, directly hitting his abdomen.

There is no chance to fire a second shot at all. Qiao Jun looks miserable and bends down on the spot.

Soon.

A still calm voice sounded from the top of the head, as if a judge were trying in court.

"Give you a choice, you two can survive one."

"Either she or you die."