Chapter 587：

Chapter 587

Upstairs, the silver mask was expounded by He Yunting, and he secretly despised him for not understanding the company’s operating rules to make him angry, and the Chinese dialect came out:

"You laugh fart and laugh, I make you laugh, I make you laugh."

While speaking, his gun suddenly rushed towards Qiao Yi, and fired several shots, pushing Qiao Yi into the corner.

"Fuck, watch the fuck, I hit Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu made you regret crawling out of your mother's belly!"

"Qiao Qiao!" He Yunting looked terrified. He didn't expect that his words would anger Qiao Yi, and his eyes flushed suddenly.

"Brother, don't come here. It's dangerous."

As soon as Qiao finished this sentence, two tall white men jumped out of nowhere, and they tied her right and left.

"What are you doing? Let go of her!"

He Yunting's expression changed, and he roared instantly. The light and wind during the negotiation just turned into a hostile spirit, and he rushed towards the two of them.

Two brawny men over 2 meters were stunned by He Yunting's fierce eyes, and they looked back several steps.

Just then, the silver mask came down from the upper floor.

The muzzle of the mini submachine gun directly hit Joe's artery.

"President He, when I shoot, her head will be opened by me, and she won’t be able to save her. If you go one step further, I will shoot. You think carefully."

He Yunting paused, and his slender peach eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The silver mask smiled again. This time, as soon as Joe made sure that he was smiling, she was close, and she heard the silver mask's dismissive laugh.

He pointed to Qiao Yi, "Go back and get the money, she, stay here."

"No." He Yunting's tone was strong, and there was no room for turning back at all.

The silver mask did not seem to be surprised that He Yunting would refuse, and the right hand wearing black leather gloves suddenly touched Qiao Yi's chin.

"Tsk tusk, no wonder Mr. He is reluctant to bear it, this face is really stunning."

The index finger slides from Qiao Yi’s forehead to cheek, and then down all the way from the cheek, stopping at the position of the collarbone.

He Yunting's heart tightened, and immediately roared: "Remove your dirty hands!"

"Oh, are you distressed or jealous?" The silver mask looked at Qiao Yi, leaned over and asked, "What is your name? What is your relationship with him?"

Qiao looked at the silver mask with a torch, as if to see him through.

Seeing that she hadn’t responded for a long time, the silver mask was a little annoyed. He took off his gloves, pinched his thumb and index finger, forcing Qiao Yi’s little face to look up at him.

"You let go of her, if something is coming at me, let go of her!"

The silver mask winked at the younger brother behind him, and the younger brother quickly stepped forward to hold He Yunting.

"If you want me to stay, it's okay." Qiao Yi said suddenly.

"Jojo!"

"Brother, it's okay." She looked at He Yunting, her eyes were gentle, she seemed to have a thousand words to tell.

He Yunting immediately stopped talking when he saw her eyes.

The interaction between the two is indescribable irony in the eyes of the silver mask.

He squeezed Qiao badly, turned her head to look at him, and said fiercely: "Don't look at him, say your request!"

Qiao took a breath of pain. The pain can't deceive anyone, and the silver mask calmly relaxes.

"You are just asking for money. You have caught so many people as a weight. It's better to catch me.

Release all the people upstairs, let them leave, leave the mining area, I will accompany you! "

(End of this chapter)