The three bosses drew their guns almost at the same time, but none of them drew their guns, and they never could.

There was a small blood-red hole in the middle of the three people's eyebrows.

The hall was so quiet that you could even hear your heartbeat. The young man fired his gun so fast that no one had ever seen him in his life. He was accurate and ruthless, leaving no room for error.

The young man was still minding his own business and said: "In the past, many people wanted to compete with me on who could draw a gun faster. At first I always lost, but later on, no one could beat me."

This kid can be really arrogant, but he does have something special about him!

Xiaoye laughed and said, "My shooting skills are really good. Judging from your accent, you must be from the Northeast too!"

The young man looked at him, with no expression on his face, and said calmly: "I know you, your name is Xiaoye, Qiuye's boss."

"Oh?" Xiaoye smiled and said, "That's not fair. You know me but I don't know you."

The young man's voice did not waver at all, "You will get to know each other later." Then he said to the general, "I will take half of this year's goods. Please translate for them."

The general was not angry, and smiled slightly, conveying the young man's intention to everyone. The faces of the remaining bosses also changed, and they all looked at the young man with angry eyes, but some dared to be angry but dared not speak. The young man's marksmanship was really terrifying.

Xiaoye has never expressed his position, and there is no need to express his position. He knows that his share will not be less than a pound without having to fight for it.

In this situation silence is the best option.

Silence is golden, but some people don't believe this truth. They don't believe that this young man's marksmanship is really that fast. Therefore, the remaining bosses exchanged glances with each other, and at the same time, five people rushed out of the room and shouted to their subordinates at the same time.

: "Kill him!"

They brought many men with them and were very confident in their men. But they soon discovered that they were wrong, and they were very wrong.

The young man's own shooting skills were terrifying, but the men he brought were even more skilled, and had been prepared as early as the first gunshot. They knew that no one except their boss could make such a fast and clean gunshot.

There will be others.

So, when the five bosses rushed out of the room, they also moved.

Six men and six guns started a lightning-fast massacre against the boss and his entourage who were guarding outside the house.

The intensity of the gunfire was like the turbulent water of the Yellow River, continuous and rapid.

It hardly lasted more than a minute. Apart from the six of them, only the soldiers from the Golden Triangle and the five stunned bosses were still standing.

The five bosses felt the horror from the bottom of their hearts, and said to the six people who turned towards them: "No, don't kill us, we can give you money, as much as you want."

Six gunshots occurred almost at the same time, and the five bosses could no longer make any sound.

The six people still had expressionless faces. They seemed to be born to kill and live in this world to kill. Nothing could cause them to be disturbed.

The situation outside was clearly seen by the people in the hall. The few remaining bosses felt that the weather suddenly turned cold, and the fear of death penetrated from the soles of their feet into their hair.

This is the role of strength.

The young man finally put away his beautiful fingers, stood up and said: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. General, I will send someone to collect the goods tomorrow. Of course, you will not lose a penny of the money."

After saying that, he slowly walked out and said calmly: "I am the prince of the Skeleton Gang, and I am the one who kills people. If anyone is dissatisfied with me, you are welcome to come to me, and I will always be with you."

Walking to the door, he suddenly turned back and pointed at Xiaoye, his eyes as cold as ice, and said calmly: "Your life is mine, I will take it back."

When he said he was a member of the Skeleton Gang, Xiaoye's head was already two big.

But Xiaoye still smiled and said: "It's interesting. You are welcome to come to China to find me. I will accompany you at any time. But I have to remind you that the Skeleton Gang will perish one day."

Seeing the corner of the prince's mouth twitching, Xiaoye smiled and said, "See you later!"

The prince's eyes narrowed and he moved his fingers, slowly moving towards his waist. His gaze was like two knives hitting Xiaoye's face.

Xiaoye was still smiling. He picked up the fruit knife and peeled the apple seriously, very seriously and carefully, as if in his eyes, nothing in the world was more important than the apple in his hand.

The general's expression changed, he pulled out his gun and slapped it on the table, loudly saying: "That's enough, I don't want to see anyone bleeding anymore today!"

The prince stood upright for three seconds, but still did not draw out his gun. He took a deep look at Xiaoye, strode out of the room, and walked away with his six men.
Chapter completed!