In this way, the sound of gunfire kept ringing. Just as Yin Dongming's more than ten horsemen jumped out of the car, they were shot to the ground one by one.
Five slowly came to the van, the head of the young man with a gun knock on the window, road.
"Get out of the car, Yin Dongming..."
Sitting in the car, Yin Dongming gasped for breath. Only now did he realize what "death" is.
Although Yin Dongming is involved in the underground world of Seoul, his hand is naturally stained with a lot of blood, but at the moment, his hand holding the gun is shaking uncontrollably.
Yin Dongming's Adam's apple stirred up and down, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
"You..."
"Who are you?"
The young man directly raised his face and said with a smile.
"What do you think is the origin of such arrogant people in Jiangbei?"
"But you are enough to be proud, because you will die in the hands of the dark."
With that, the young man opened the car door and dragged Yin Dongming out of the car. Next to him, a man directly knocked down the gun in his hand. Yin Dongming knelt down and begged for mercy.
"No..."
"Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."
The young man saw this behind the scenes, with a smile on his face.
"I've heard that Yin Dongming of the Golden Gate Group is a resounding hero. When I see him today, tut tut... That's all!"
At the moment, where does Yin Dongming still have a little bit of bull force when he was just on the road? He was paralyzed on the ground and begged for mercy.
"You..."
"Where are you going to take me? Please... Please don't kill me. Please spare my life. "
"Big... Big brother..."
"Elder brother, you just let me go as a fart, you just let me go as a fart, elder brother, I beg you..."
The young man held out his right index finger and shook it disdainfully. Then he took out a black card from his arms and shook it in front of Yin Dongming's eyes.
"Yin Dongming, do you know this thing?"
Looking at the black card in the young man's hand, Yin Dongming's body trembled violently. His eyes were blank and dull.
"Nine... Nine Dragons paste?"
Hearing this, the smile on the young man's face grew stronger and stronger.
"Yes, yes, you can still know the Jiulong post?"
"Since you have heard the name of Jiulong post, you should also know its function."
"None of the people who received this post can leave here."
After putting down this sentence, the young man just flicked his fingers and nailed Jiulong directly in front of Yin Dongming.
There is no doubt that his death penalty has been declared.
In the face of the threat of life and death, Yin Dongming's fear engulfed his whole body like a tide. He picked up the Jiulong sticker nailed to the ground as if he were mad, then put it into his mouth and swallowed it. With a howl, he ran to the road like a headless fly. He kept shouting and said.
"I..."
"I don't want to die... I don't want to die yet..."
When the young man saw this, he nodded to a group of four people nearby, then turned and walked towards the bushes nearby.
"Bang!"
A piercing gunshot pierced the silent night sky, and Yin Dongming's hysterical shouts stopped abruptly.