Rebiya, an old guy, has been protected by some organizations abroad and has never been worried about her safety. But today she smelled the breath of death and threatened his family.

The old guy's wrinkled face twitched, "Are you sent by the Chinese government?"

"NO! It's true that I'm Chinese, but I have nothing to do with the Chinese government."

"You are lying." The old guy really hoped that Yang Luo would say that he was sent by the Chinese government, so she still had a glimmer of hope.

Yang Luo smiled and shook his finger, "I don't need to lie to you, because I am just like you, are all a total bad guy. But there is one thing we are different. Although I am a bad guy, I will never betray my country. For garbage like you, even the bad guys will despise you, let alone the people." After saying that, he walked around Rebiya, "Actually, I found you this time because I heard that you are very rich and come to borrow some travel expenses from you."

Yang Luo never put down the microphone in his hand. He said it was not sent by the Chinese government and no one believed it. But when he heard him mention the money, some people believed it. And he guessed that Yang Luo was very likely to have committed a case in China and ran away to South Korea. He happened to catch up with this matter and ran for some money.

Rebiya was refreshed and the wrinkles on her face seemed to have been much less. "Money is not a problem. I will give you 100,000 US dollars and let everyone here go."

"Pa" Yang Luo slapped Rebiya's head again, which was not light this time. The old guy plopped on the ground, humming for a long time before he got up, his mouth was covered in blood, and two more teeth that were not too many had fallen off.

Yang Luosen said coldly: "Why do you treat me as a beggar? Donate money to Japan to buy Diaoyu Islands for 200,000 yuan, but you actually give me 100,000 yuan."

Rebiya's old face was covered with blood. She was really scared when facing Yang Luo, and said vaguely: "I will give you 200,000."

Yang Luo sighed, "It seems you are really ungrateful." He took out his gun and put it on her head, "Three hundred million, and it's US dollars, and it's not a single cent."

Libya felt a suffocation in her chest, three hundred million? That was all her worth, and there were many donations from some anti-China organizations. How did he know that I had so much money and so accurate?

Yang Luo tapped Rebiya's head with a gun: "I'll give you three minutes to consider. If you don't lend me money, I will give you a peanut." Then he shouted: "Crazy! Get me the phone number on the ground."

There were clothes on the ground and there were quite a lot of phone calls. He didn't know which one Yang Luo was referring to, so he picked up one and threw it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo reached out to catch it and dialed the number.

The little girl Dai Enen is playing games at the Crisis Response Center, and the sound of electronic music is a bit deafening.

Kang Min and Lu Jing shook their heads helplessly, "I said, Miss, can you speak softly?"

Daenen took out the lollipop in his mouth and laughed, "Don't you feel that it's too quiet every day?"

Lu Jing sighed, "When will you grow up?"

Hearing this sentence, Dai Enen pouted, "I am over twenty years old and have grown up."

Kang Min and Lu Jing shook their heads at the same time, "I think you can't grow up even if you are eighty."

"jingle……"

Dai Enen's phone rang suddenly. The little girl put the lollipop in her mouth, took out the phone and saw that it was a strange number, and it was from abroad.

Press the answer button and said vaguely: "Who is it! Trouble me to play games."

"I'm Yang Luo!"

"Ah!" the little girl jumped up excitedly, "Is there anything fun?"

A burst of laughter came from the receiver, "Not bad! I'm in South Korea now, you can get a bank account right away."

Dai Enen's eyes lit up, "Is there any money to get it again?"

"right!"

"No problem!"

"Clear this call record."

"It's okay!" After saying that, he hung up the phone and ran out, and he didn't even take the baby bag containing the lollipop.

Kang Min shouted, "Where are you going?"

Dai Enen waved his hand without looking back, "I'll go back to the dormitory."

Yang Luo looked at Rebiya and said, "Have you thought about it?"

Rebiya didn't say a word. The money was all her wealth. If she gave it to this guy, she would not only become nothing, but also the position of President of the World Wei Association would not be able to be kept, and everything would be over by then.

Yang Luo's face suddenly became cold, "Since you don't say anything, you don't want to lend me money." His fingers holding the trigger began to tighten slowly.

Rebiya stared at Yang Luo's fingers holding the trigger, and the look of fear in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

"I'll give it to it!" Rebiya cares about everything she is now, the position of chairman of the World Wei Dynasty, and there is still money, but she cares more about her life. No one is afraid of death, and Rebiya is no exception.

Yang Luo scolded: "Damn it! The older you get, the cheaper you are."

"Ding ring..." The phone ringing in Yang Luo's hand rang. Press the answer button and Dai Enen's voice came over.

"It's done." Then he said a number.

Yang Luo didn't say anything, hung up the phone, and looked at Rebiya telling her the account: "Call them and ask them to transfer money to this account. You only have ten minutes. If you exceed this time, I will not ask for a penny again." The meaning in the words is very obvious. If I can't see the money within ten minutes, I will not want it, but will take your life.

Rebiya took out the phone in her pocket tremblingly and called her son.

"Give me a 300 million US dollars to this account." Then I told the account number.

"Mother! How could you transfer so much money to this account?"

Rebiya looked up at Yang Luo's smiling look. For some reason, the fear in her heart did not ease, but became stronger.

"Don't ask so much, you must come here within ten minutes."

"OK!"

Rebiya put away the phone, "It will be sent over soon, you can let us go."

"Haha..." Yang Luo looked up at the sky and burst into laughter, and slammed the gun hard on her head. Rebiya groaned and fell to the ground and fainted.

Yang Luo clapped his hands, walked down the rostrum with the microphone, then wiped the blood from the ground with his hand, walked under the wall, and wrote a splash of numbers.

"Right-wing Korea, Korea Free Alliance, Leaf-drying Comrades Association, members of the Township Jingjing Association and the Korean Parents Association stood up."

Someone in the crowd lowered his head and squatted down slightly, hiding himself in the crowd.

Yang Luo pouted his lips, raised his gun, and pointed at a middle-aged man who was shaking all over, the member of Congress who got out of the car with Rebiya.

"Tell me, where are they?"

The young man's legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thump, pointing behind him, "Where is it?"

"Hula!" The crowd rushed to both sides, leaving a group of people in the middle, with more than a hundred people.

Yang Luo walked slowly over and put the gun on the head of a young man in his twenties, "Which organization are you a member of."

The young man's body trembled, "Right...right wing Korea."

"Who is your president?"

The young man closed his mouth and stopped talking, and Yang Luo pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

"Puff" A bloody flower burst out from the head of this kid and fell softly to the ground.

Yang Luo put the gun on the head of another young man again, "Which organization do you belong to?"

"Right-wing Korea, this is our president." He pointed to a fat middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man glared at him fiercely, but the young man seemed to have not seen it, twisted his head aside. Don't look at how arrogant he is in normal times, he can sacrifice for the country and the organization. In fact, that's all bullshit. When his life is threatened, who will still care about this?

"Ha" Yang Luo laughed, "It's very conscious of the current affairs. You, the right-wing Korean members, are standing there."

About twenty people moved their steps to the open place on the right, and the number was not large. It seemed that those who attended this meeting were all backbone members of the organization.

Yang Luo's eyes searched through the people. As long as his eyes fell, the person would hang his head and his body slightly shrank back.

Yang Luo walked up to a big man and pointed a gun at his head: "Has he been a soldier?"

This guy's face was calm, "Yes!"

“Which organization belongs to?”

“The Parents’ Federation.”

"Who is your president?"

"I am!"

"Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, "Take your people there."

The big man looked at Yang Luo coldly, turned around and shouted, and took the people over.

Yang Luo smiled and walked to another person, "I don't need to ask."

Which guy nodded violently, "In the hometown of Beijing Friendship Association, that's our president."

Next, as long as Yang Luo's gun is pointed at, that guy will honestly explain. It is worth noting that the comrades of the Dead Leaf Agent is a purely military organization, and these people's reactions are also very calm.

However, Yang Luo didn't take it seriously. Not to mention that they were just ordinary soldiers, special forces soldiers, and also dolls in his hands, Yang Luo, who could play whatever they wanted.

Yang Luo waved his hand, and the madman found several more phone calls on the ground and handed them to the presidents of the right-wing organizations.

Yang Luo took out a cigarette and lit a puff, then said, "In ten minutes, each organization will send 5 million US dollars to that account. If I can't receive the money, I will execute you all."

Yang Luo knew that these guys were all non-governmental organizations and would not be too much money. Five million US dollars was probably their limit. If you ask them to borrow more money, it may attract the attention of the outside world and may cause trouble.

Those guys were very happy. The so-called heroes don’t suffer any loss in front of them. They give the money first. When it’s safe, they must not let these people leave South Korea.

The madman waited for them to finish the phone and put it away.

Yang Luo said with a wicked smile: "All the Japanese stand up."

There was another commotion in the crowd, leaving forty or fifty people in the middle.

Yang Luo walked over and said, "Tell me the name of your organization."

No one spoke, Yang Luo glanced around and finally looked at an old man in his fifties with a cold breath.

The old man saw Yang Luo looking at him, his breath became colder and colder, and he also exuded a momentum that only those who were superiors could have.

Yang Luo showed a happy smile on his face. He caught a big fish this time and should be able to make a good fortune.

The coquettish article "Protecting Beauty" that strongly promotes Fengshou Nuo is definitely worth watching!!!!!!
Chapter completed!