Chapter 687

"Who called you?" Mr. Gong asked coldly, although most of them are the second generation of the rich, unlike him and Mr. Ji, who are in charge of their own family, but compared with money, not to mention those rich families, even Mr. Ji is richer than him, but this person took the list and said the top three rich people, and then directly pointed to him. To say that there is no problem here, he wrote Gong Zi upside down.

"Who did you call me? Who are you? Let me see. I'm 50 years old, looking like a thief but pretending to be noble. At first glance, it's a synonym for obscenity. Eh, isn't that you?" After reading, the man looked up at Mr. Gong, waved his long knife and said, "come here quickly! Don't dawdle! Or I'll cut him!"

"If you have something to say, don't hurt your peace." Liang Jiarong came out of the crowd with a forced smile on his face and said, "my surname is Liang. I don't know if it's the one you said. Is there any brief introduction? Read it to me?"

"Let me see, yo, handsome guy with British aristocratic style! A good man worth marrying. If there is a woman next to her, ask her who she wants to marry most, that's it." After the man finished reading, he looked Liang Jiarong up and down, and his face was covered with black cloth.

But all the people in the hall felt the envy, jealousy and hatred on his face!

Liang Jiarong blushed and said, "I'll be embarrassed to praise me like this."

"You still have to go!" The man dragged him to Fang Dashao and said, "you are just a valuable pig now!"

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Chu Nan tightly protected Zhong chufei behind her, and the golden knife in her sleeve had quietly fallen into her hand. After wandering around the gangsters, she looked at the men who protected Ling Qingyu in the middle.

After the two waiters came in by the delivery car, they took out submachine guns. The VIP Hall was narrow. If they were allowed to shoot, the consequences would be unimaginable. At that time, he and the men were a little far away. Just about to move, Lin Ziyu stood out with a gun and threatened to force the crowd aside.

Seeing Yan San and their several retreats, he also retreated.

If it's just robbery, the other party wants money but not life. As long as they don't start, the other party won't shoot, so long as they take the money and walk away, as long as they leave here and keep the people they want to protect away from danger, it's easy to get back the money (brother Chu, it's Fang Dashao's and Yan San's money, not yours)

I'm afraid they thought so, so the woman and the party came in without letting them fight. Obviously, they can break the necks of the three at any time.

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Since they want to see a good play, he doesn't mind seeing it again, as long as it doesn't hurt the people behind him. It's also good as a condiment in leisure time.

But... There are kidnappers

And robbers hold guns, kidnappers hold knives

*

Mr. Gong's brain turned sharply, thinking about who might divulge the list. Although the auction was held by Mr. He Sanzi, the actual operator was Mr. Ji, but Mr. Ji couldn't do it. It was obviously a matter of anger, so who was it?

As long as money doesn't kill him, there is no such kind person among his enemies in the world.

*

"Then you! Mr. Gong, right? If you don't obey me, I can kill you!" The man waved his long knife and took a step closer, shouting.

With a click, the grab in Lin Ziyu's hand turned around, aimed at the man, and said with a slight smile, "brother, give me a face, Mr. Gong, let it be?"

"How can this work!" As soon as the man shouted, he was frightened by the look on Lin Ziyu's face that if you don't give me face, you should die. He murmured and retreated.

auzw. "Good, Mr. Gong! You collude with outsiders to rob my money!" Fang Dashao shouted.

*

Mr. Gong looked at Lin Ziyu with a killing intention in his eyes, but Lin Ziyu couldn't do it. He smiled at him charming and said, "even if I still love you for these three months."

If Shui Jiaobo turned on Ling Qingyu and Zhong chufei, who were closely protected by the man, a chill flashed across Lin Ziyu's lips.

The person who is willing to protect her with his life is no longer there

So, it doesn't matter anything. As long as you can get revenge, it doesn't matter

*

"Boom!" A loud noise came from the outside. The sound wave shook the thick door of the Gambling Hall, shaking the kidnappers and hostages in front of the door, and even the floor seemed to shake.

Zhao Yinfeng pressed Ling Qingyu's head and held her tightly in his arms, and her burly body covered her tightly.

*

"Who is this? What the hell!" The kidnapper man just shouted, and suddenly a charming and matchless smile appeared in front of him. A pair of peach blossom money winked at him with water light, and he also opened his mouth and blinked his eyes, and then felt empty in his hands.

The knife in his hand has reached the other party's hand.

*

Dong Ershao had been leaning back his head and neck, and he was already sore. When the loud noise came, he was trying to secretly turn the direction of his lower neck to relieve the pain. When the shock wave came, the man behind him staggered, and the bright blade cut directly into his neck.

Dong Ershao looked at the cold light, and his head was blank.

*

There was a cold and burning heat on his neck, but the blade stopped between two fingers, and Dong Ershao's eyes rolled. First, he saw the unbelievable eyes under the black mask of the kidnapper holding him behind, and then turned around to see a pair of starry eyes.

His eyes were filled with familiar ridicule and disdain, and then he added a little smile.

Then the eye blinked. Dong Ershao felt a sharp pain in his knee, as if he had been kicked. Before a painful cry came out, the blade on his neck withdrew. When his legs fell soft, an elbow waved straight over his head.

The kidnapper behind him was punched out, hit the door and bounced back.

*

The kidnapper who held the knife more than liang Jiarong and Fang Dashao estimated that it was because he was nervous. The knife in his hand kept shaking, making Liang Jiarong keep staring at the knife edge that seemed to be on his body at any time,.

When the loud noise sounded, Liang Jiarong instinctively stepped back and stayed away from the more violent blade. Fang Dashao, who was nearby, jumped with surprise and hit him directly against the blade.

Liang Jiarong and the kidnapper's eyes were staring at the boss, and their eyes reflected each other's panic and panic to the extreme face.

Shit! This dead man is too unjust!