Chapter 273

These people are outlaws. They have done a lot of killing and setting fire for money.

And their goal this time is to take a fancy to Cheng Xuan's grandfather's family property. They kidnap Cheng Xuan and ask Cheng Xuan's mother for a huge ransom, but they can't think of such a mistake.

But when they heard that they had money to take, they immediately smiled.

"Boy, you won't lie to me. You'll end badly if you lie to me." The scar man loaded the bullet and smiled.

The scar man said so, but he believed it in his heart, because Zhang Lang's high-end suit, leather shoes and diamond watch have been worth more than 100000.

"I really didn't lie to you. I'm the young master of Zhang's group. Please kill me." Zhang Lang shouted quickly.

"Well, call home and send the money." The scar man threw his mobile phone to Zhang langdao.

"Good, good." Zhang Lang quickly picked up his cell phone and asked the scar man, "big brother, how much do you want."

"Then you see how much your life is worth." The scar man smiled and said.

"This..." Zhang Lang was a little embarrassed. If he gave less, he was afraid that the other party would kill himself immediately.

"Three, thirty million?" Zhang Lang asked tentatively.

His voice just fell, "pa!" With a loud slap, he slapped him in the face and made him eat seven meat and eight vegetables.

"Do you think we are beggars? Look at the guys in my brothers' hands and the lives of you and the brothers behind you. It's worth 30 million? " The scar man drank coldly.

This slap involved the wound on Zhang Lang's body. His face was also hot and painful. He immediately swelled up and even his teeth loosened.

Zhang Lang didn't dare to say anything. He was afraid that the person in front of him would kill himself.

"Well, how much do you want?" Zhang Lang asked weakly.

"I want 300 million!" The scar man shouted loudly.

"Three, three, three hundred million." Zhang Lang stuttered. Their business has been sluggish in recent years, and their output value has shrunk year after year. If it weren't for their big business, they might have been unable to support it long ago. Moreover, he doesn't know how to fill in the 80 million hole.

"Why, didn't you just say you were the young master of some group? Are you lying to me! " The scar man pointed a pistol at Zhang Lang's leg, "bang!" Just a shot.

"Ah..." Zhang Lang screamed. No amount of money can change his life. "I give it, I give it!"

"Very good." The scarred man turned and winked at his men.

The men knew for a moment. Two men came forward, dragged Zhang Lang away like a dead dog and stuffed him into the car.

As soon as Zhang Lang was jammed, there was a burst of dense gunfire and screams outside.

Those who survived by chance were all killed.

Zhang Lang, who had seen such a scene, immediately peed and cried loudly in the car. He regretted his revenge on Shen Feng.

"Come on, I'll take you to a good place." When the man got on the car, he turned around and headed for the seaside.

They had just walked for less than half a minute when Shen Feng touched them.

Shen Feng looked at the four riddled cars and the blood all over the ground. His eyes showed a look of resentment.

"Still a step late!"

The people lying on the ground, whether they were gangsters or hooligans, are all Chinese. If these mercenaries dare to kill the Chinese people on the border of China, they are provoking the dignity of Chinese soldiers!

"What about those people?" Shen Feng picked up his mobile phone and said in a deep voice.

"Sect leader, they have gone to the seaside, and we are still following in the dark." A voice came from the mobile phone.

"Keep up." Shen Feng said and immediately got into Zhang Lang's car and chased them in the direction they left.

While driving, Shen Feng frowned. He didn't understand the other party's intention.

If their goal is themselves or Cheng Xuan and Wang yuluo, they can't turn around and leave directly. Are they really just some outlaws?

"No matter who it is, don't want to go out of China alive today!" Shen Feng secretly said that he accelerated the car again

In a private club in Yanbei City, a middle-aged man in his fifties is talking with two young girls.

The middle-aged man is Zhang Lang's father and chairman of Zhang's group, Zhang Xiong.

At this time, the mobile phone at the head of the bed rang. It was Zhang Lang.

"Smelly boy! Did you move the company's funds yesterday? " Zhang Xiong impatiently took the phone and asked directly.

"You are Zhang Lang's father." A strange man's voice came.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiong was a little impatient.

"Your son is in my hand. Call a ransom of 300 million immediately, or I will tear up the ticket immediately!" The man's voice continued.

"300 million? Why don't you want three billion! That smelly boy must have paid you! " Zhang Xiong scolded loudly.

"Why don't you believe it?" The man said coldly.

"Believe it, you have a ghost." Zhang Xiong continued.

"Then I'll tear up the ticket." Then, just as he was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Lang's cry came from his mobile phone, "Dad, don't ignore me. I'm really kidnapped. I don't want to die. Help me."

When Zhang Xiong heard this, he still didn't believe it. "Smelly boy, don't act with me here! I won't eat your way! "

At the other end of the phone, the scar man sneered at Zhang Lang: "it seems that your father won't believe it if you don't see some blood."

In fact, the scar man doesn't want to tear up the ticket. Once he tears up the ticket, his trip to China will be in vain.

"Bang!" A shot and a bullet accurately drilled into Zhang Lang's thigh.

"Ah..." Zhang Lang screamed again. He was shot at least four or five times in his leg and was about to be sieved.

The scar man doesn't care. As soon as he gets the money, he will kill Zhang Lang immediately. Now, as long as he doesn't delay taking the money.

Listening to his son's scream, Zhang Xiong already believed it.

"Well, shall I shoot again and let you hear your son's scream?" The scar man said with his cell phone.

"No, I believe it, I believe it." Zhang Xiong said quickly.

"Good. I'll send you the address. Send someone to send the money in an hour, or your son's limbs will appear in front of you the next day." The scar man smiled.

After listening to his words, Zhang Xiong and Zhang Lang shivered at the bottom of their hearts.

"Remember, don't play tricks with me!" The scar man said and hung up the phone.

"Brothers, when we get the money, let's go to the casino and spend it." The scar man laughed.

Unlucky Zhang Lang can't clean up Shen Feng. Instead, he becomes Cheng Xuan's substitute.