"Impossible, right!"

Brother Scar tapped Yang Tianhuang's forehead with a gun handle, making Yang Tianhuang's face covered in blood. Finally, Brother Scar pulled the bolt directly, and after a click, he directly pressed Yang Tianhuang's temple.

"Mr. Yang, I'm not afraid to tell you that Chen Xingran is my benefactor. I came today to repay my kindness. If your tm doesn't do what I said, I will shoot you directly. As for my fate, either you will be killed by your subordinates, or you will be caught and shot by the police. But since I dare to come today, I'm not afraid of death! I'll give you a chance at the end. If you don't do what I said, don't blame me for being killed!"

Brother Scar's voice was roaring loudly, and he looked at death with aura, which made Yang Tianhuang feel a little panicked.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Yang Tianhuang was afraid that Brother Scar would shoot because Brother Scar was the underground king of Jiangcheng. People with his identity have always been ruthless in their work, and at the same time, he also has the ability to get real guns. So Yang Tianhuang did not doubt Brother Scar's guns.

Yang Tianhuang shouted to the wooden barrel that was still confronting Wei Qing: "Bottle! Don't confront him."

Brother Scar pressed his gun hard on Yang Tianhuang's forehead, which made Yang Tianhuang's heart tremble.

Yang Tianhuang has reached this position today, and he is more afraid of death than before.

Brother Scar's aura of dying together made him involuntarily feel afraid of giving in.

"Wooden barrel, you have also seen the situation. You should destroy your hands."

The wooden barrel turned around suddenly, and he looked at Yang Tianhuang in confusion.

"Mr. Yang, are you trying to ruin my own hands?"

"Otherwise, do you want to see me being beaten in the head?"

Muzhu said dissatisfied: "Mr. Yang, if I lose my hands, then no one can compete with him anymore. No one can protect you from danger."

Yang Tianhuang said impatiently: "Didn't you see the gun above my head? He is about to shoot! Wooden barrel, I must not die. I am the core of our interest group. If I die, the glory and wealth you have now will leave you!"

"Even if you are ruined, I will guarantee you to be prosperous and prosperous for the rest of your life! And he just lets you lose your hands, not lets you lose your martial arts. I will find a famous doctor to treat you, and you will be cured in the future!"

Muzhu was quite convinced by Yang Tianhuang's words, and he said again: "I can sack myself, but Mr. Yang, how can you be sure that after I sack myself, they can keep their promises and let you go?"

Brother Scar laughed at this time and said, "I can swear to the sky! As long as you lose your hands, the gun in my hand will never fire! If I break my promise, the sky will hit five thunders! Don't worry, Brother Scar is also the number one figure in Jiangcheng, and will not be fooled!"

The wooden barrel looked at his hands, and gritted his teeth, and his left and right hands exerted force at the same time, hitting each other on the forearms. The bones of both arms were interrupted at the same time!

"I've already stolen my hands, right?"

Muzhu looked at Wei Qing with vigilance at this moment, afraid that Wei Qing would suddenly take action, and his current state would not be able to take Wei Qing's three moves at all.

But what surprised him was that Wei Qing actually stopped, looking disdainful of taking action.

Wei Qing is a war god on the battlefield. His backbone and arrogance are beyond what Muzhun can understand.

Yang Tianhuang shouted to Brother Scar behind him: "The wooden barrel has already ruined his hands. You can let me go now, right?"

At this moment, the sirens sounded loudly!
Chapter completed!