Chapter 157

Ding Yi slowly pushed the door open, and there was a long table with people sitting around.

Mr. B calmly sat in the center. Seeing Ding Yi, he quickly stood up: "brother Yi, sit down. I've heard a lot about you."

Everyone looked at Ding Yi and put their hands down. Their eyes were full of murderous air.

Yes, sir B looks angry. Will you pretend to be friendly? A group of bastards, be careful to scare brother Yi.

It's too obvious.

"Good morning, brother Yi." Left hand brother quickly stood up, a little flustered expression.

He was scared by Ding Yi.

"It's late. It's past nine." Ding Yi finds a place for himself and sits just opposite Mr. B, facing each other several meters apart.

"Brother Yi, right? I'm the boss of my left hand. I heard about you and your left hand." Mr. B came to the point and said directly, "there's something wrong with his left hand. He shouldn't steal your money. But then again, he didn't know brother Yi before. He didn't know that he was innocent, right?"

"So I didn't pay much attention to him, as long as he lost money." Ding Yi interrupts Mr. B's words with a smile: "I'm here today. I'm going to take the money and leave. It's not necessary for everyone to beat me to death."

"That's right. Brother Yi's words are good. Everyone comes out for money." B master mouth corner Slave Slave: "left hand, lose money."

"How much?" His left hand stood up carefully and asked Mr. B.

Mr. B looked at Ding Yi and grinned: "brother Yi is also a rich man, and there are a lot of adults. It's better to pay a million, just like this."

People look at Ding Yi.

Mr. B doesn't really want to lose money, he is trying to test Ding Yi.

Ding Yi really wants to promise. Mr. B may have to lower the price.

This is the so-called "push an inch".

But Ding Yi didn't pay any attention to Mr. B. instead, he looked at his left brother and said slowly: "yesterday, we agreed that nine million would be made before eight o'clock, and now it's nine fifteen. According to your standard, one minute interest is one hundred thousand. If you take interest with capital, it's sixteen and a half million."

"I'll give Mr. B a face. If I make an integer, I'll take 16 million."

The whole audience was dull, and the left-hand brother was even more colorless. He mentioned it yesterday and charged 100000 interest per minute. Unexpectedly, Ding Yi used it on him in turn.

"Ha ha." Mr. B slowly picked up the tea cup in front of him and said darkly, "brother Yi, you're not kidding. It's just a little thing. The price is too high."

Seeing Mr. B raise his glass, everyone quietly put their hands on the gun.

"I haven't finished yet." Ding Yi interrupted Mr. B: "if you ask someone to tie up my classmate again, you must scare other girls. In addition, I'm going to charge her 10 million yuan as a shock suppressor. Mr. B, you have a lot of money. Just make up 30 million yuan."

"I grass" on the side of the man wearing glasses directly scolded out: "you compare." He glared at Ding Yi fiercely.

Others are about to explode. These people have been on the road for more than ten or twenty years. They have done a lot of extortion, robbery and collecting money for protection fees in their lives, but no one has said so much as Ding Yi.

What's the difference between this and robbing a bank? What's the difference between you and robbing a bank?

Mr. B is also very patient. It's also trembling with anger.

Fortunately, he still has a little sense. If he thinks that he can't change his face, he should not change his face: "brother Yi, we have to be reasonable when we come out to hang out. Only if we are reasonable, can we go all over the world --"

"We're talking to you now. If I don't, ha ha." Ding Yi laughs.

"I don't care about you." B finally can't help it, when the cup hit the ground.

Almost at the same time as he smashed the cup, the eight King Kong raised their guns one after another.

"Boom" but see Ding Yi after the first, a fierce slap in the middle of the table, five fingers, deep into the table, and then twist.

Cacha, the whole table is centered in front of Ding Yi. With a bang, it collapses and separates.

In Baji boxing, this move is called "Sun Moon millstone".

The master who used to practice boxing used to push it with a millstone. Only when the millstone was smashed at the end of the hand, could he achieve great success.

In front of Ding Yi, although it was just a wooden table, the wood was red heart solid wood, which was harder and stronger than the previous grinding plate.

Mr. B didn't expect that Ding Yi would be able to take a picture with one hand and fall apart.

And what's more terrible is that the table is broken and scattered on both sides. Pieces of wood, broken wood, bang, bang, bang, all hit the eight King Kong.

The eight King Kong are all in a hurry.

Among these eight people, the fat sister and the left hand brother are the worst, and they don't even have Mingjin.

They just raised their guns. Bang, a piece of broken wood hit fat sister on her shoulder. Fat sister screamed and fell to the ground. Katcha and the bench collapsed at the same time.

Bang, bang, her gun was pointing at the ceiling twice. The headlights on it were blaring, and all kinds of debris were flying all over the sky.

Left hand brother is better. He knows Ding Yi is fierce and is ready. As soon as he raises his gun, he sees the table crumbling and countless pieces of wood flying.

He didn't shoot. He held his head in his hands. He just felt, rush, rush, several pieces of wood hit him.

It seemed that the wooden strip was covered with iron. It was very painful when it hit the body.

His body can't help but step back, plop, smash the chair and sit on the ground.

When he calms down, he raises his gun again. Then he sees Ding Yi's figure flash and comes to Lord B in a flash.

The others are a little more agile, and two of them have reached the level of strength. When they see the broken table, they wave their arms to crack the broken wood, and point at Ding Yi's position. Bang, bang, bang, several shots are fired at the same time.

However, influenced by the sticks, they were still half slow. After the shooting, they found that Ding Yi was not in the same place long ago, and they were all empty.

Master B is going to be scared out of his mind.

In fact, he also had a gun hidden under the table, taped to the bottom of the table.

He is hiding a submachine gun, not a pistol. In such a small space, when the submachine gun goes off, it's dangerous.

After throwing the cup, he reached for the gun under the table.

But unexpectedly, Ding Yi smashed the table with one hand, and the submachine gun also fell to the ground.

He reached out and felt for nothing.

When he avoids a few pieces of broken wood and raises his head again, Ding Yi strides from the other end of the table to his end and copies in the middle.

The submachine gun is in Ding Yi's hand.

Mr. B's reaction speed, swish, one step back, body like a tiger, suddenly jumped to the corner of the room.

People have not yet stand firm, Ba, feel a cold metal top in his head.

No matter how fast he retreats, he is not as fast as Ding Yi.

Mr. B leaned against the wall and touched it with his hand. There's a picture on the wall. There's a dark grid behind the picture. There's a gun in it.

But Lord B knew that he had no chance to take it out.

"Don't, don't shoot. If you have something to say, everyone is practicing Chinese martial arts." Master B's face is blue. I never thought Ding Yi was so fierce.

So many guns didn't hit him. These people are rubbish.

The eight King Kong stood up one after another, but they didn't dare to shoot any more. Ding Yi's gun was on the head of master B.

Some people can't shoot indiscriminately even if they want to kill Lord B.

"Let go of Mr. B. don't mess about."

"Ding Yi, stop it."

"Put the gun down."

Several people roared at Ding Yi, with a look of fear in their faces.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is. Just now, when Ding Yi makes a move, these people will know how terrible Ding Yi is.

It's not a fake to take the commander in the army.

"Put down your guns." Ding Yi did not turn back and said a word.

Several people with guns, look at each other, you see me, I see you, no one is willing to shoot.

"Put it down, put it down." Lord B yelled.

Still no response, B ye angry to vomit blood.

But at this moment, Ding Yi grabs his shoulder, gently pulls it, swish it, and instantly changes position with him. He pulls Mr. B to the front, and Ding Yi changes position behind him.

Daddada, Ding Yi, against master B, shot a shuttle on the ground in front of him.

Several big vajras were beaten and shot one after another.

They want to shoot, but Ding Yi puts Mr. B in front of him. Whoever wants to shoot, he will shoot Mr. B directly, and no one dares.

"We're in trouble. Brother Yi, don't shoot." Lord B is dejected and knows that he can't fight Ding Yi.

Originally, these people were not Ding Yi's opponents. Now the most powerful gun is in Ding Yi's hands. How can we play?

Besides, I'm familiar with Ding Yi's technique.

"To reason with you and not to listen, I have to convince people with my virtue." Ding Yi took back his gun and pointed around: "sit down and continue to talk."

Now Ding Yi is the only one with the gun.

Mr. B looks at the eight King Kong. They all look bitter. Then they find a stool one after another and sit around Mr. B, like a child listening to a teacher and looking at Ding Yi pitifully.