Chapter 78

"Ah?!" Yang Wenyuan was shocked. He didn't expect Shen Bailang to say such a thing.

In fact, shenbailang is going to talk to him about the sharing of the Ping'an brand. He used to be the general police, so he ate a lot of money. Now that he is dismissed, this proportion should be redistributed.

Yang Wenyuan how also did not expect that shenbailang would suddenly change his mouth, which made his head ignorant of a cruel.

Shen Bailang patted his trouser legs and said, "Mr. Yang and Mr. Qi are talking slowly. I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

In the middle of the conversation, Shen Bailang waved, and several bodyguards in the room came out of the dark, followed him and retreated.

Yang Wenyuan sat still and said, "President Shen, are you kidding?"

"No kidding!" Shenbai wave head also did not return to say a word, and then directly stepped out of the door, car left.

After getting on the bus, Shen Bailang took a breath, and then sweat like a pulp.

"Elder brother, the Qi came alone, which is our good chance! Why not? Five guns, he can't run! " Asked a bodyguard in a low voice.

"When I was in prison, I met a dead man." Shen Bai said a word in a light wave.

"Well?" The bodyguards are all stunned. They don't understand what this means.

Shen Bailang grinned and said: "the death row prisoner is a murderer, like a retired soldier. He made a self-made gun and killed an enemy in the small town overnight. There are more than 80 people from all walks of life."

"On the day of his execution, he should eat, drink, and even drink a little wine, without saying a word."

The bodyguards frowned. I don't know what Shen Bailang meant.

Shen Bailang finally said solemnly and slowly, "this Qi surname is a kind of person with him. Besides, he has more lives than that guy."

"then we will not revenge The bodyguard doubted, "if he can fight alone, he can't fight so many guns!"

Shen Bailang said: "don't worry, take your time. Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to revenge! "

After Shen Bailang left for about half a minute, Yang Wenyuan came back to his senses. Shen Bailang didn't want the money, but he didn't want to provoke this one!

This made Yang Wenyuan swallow his saliva and look up at Qi Kunlun. He began to sweat a little. He said bitterly, "Mr. Qi, how much do you want?"

Qi Kunlun didn't speak, but took a cigarette out of the cigarette box on the table, lit it, took a deep breath, and then squinted at Yang Wenyuan.

Yang Wenyuan's body tightened, he subconsciously took a look at the pistol on the table, his legs shook restlessly, and then reached out to get a bank card from his pocket.

"Six zeros in the code, three million in it." Yang Wenyuan put the bank card on the coffee table. When he put the card, the pistol was close at hand.

He hesitated for a moment and didn't go for it.

Qi Kunlun still didn't move, just smoked in silence, and his eyes fell on Yang Wenyuan. The silence made people feel a little terrible.

Yang Wenyuan's forehead was covered with sweat beads. The house was not hot, but he was sweating.

Yang Wenyuan bit his teeth, and then took a bank card from his pocket, put it on the top of the first card, and said, "there are fifteen million in it, isn't that enough?"

Qi Kunlun reached out at this time, took two bank cards, played with them and put them into his pocket.

"Don't let me see a safety sign in Fengcheng again." Qi Kunlun threw the smoke into the ashtray, stood up and walked out.

Yang Wenyuan just wanted to raise the iron Sabre meeting, but when he thought that Shen Bailang had given up on his own initiative, he suddenly felt weak. Obviously, Shen Bailang didn't want to offend this man! Now he has been removed from his post. Although some of the promoted lineages can take care of him, Shen Bailang has shrunk. He has no reason to fight with others for the money.

Looking at Qi Kunlun's back, Yang Wenyuan took another look at the gun on the table. At last, he didn't have the courage to take the gun.

Just now, there are five Shen Bailang bodyguards hiding in the dark, each with at least one gun in his hand.

But, even so, Shen Bailang is shrinking his eggs!

"These sons of bitches can't be relied on!" Yang Wenyuan scolded, nearly kicked the coffee table over, and then lay on the sofa feebly. His cold sweat flowed down.

He could not say what kind of depression the just silence had brought to him, but he could feel that his hand was just touching the pistol.

Today, I'm afraid there will be another dead man in Fengcheng!