"It's you who are stupid." Zhuo Yifan sneered disapprovingly.
The young man also reacted at this time. Zhuo Yifan was right. He had indeed not checked the body and was not sure whether Zhuo Yifan was really dead. He was standing in front of him now, which was the best proof.
Where do the evil spirits come from in this world?
The young man who reacted did not see the fear of ghosts and gods, and his courage suddenly grew. He felt that the Vietnamese did not kill Zhuo Yifan, but conspired with him, which actually gave him a chance to make a contribution. The first thing at the moment
At this time, he took out the pistol from his waist, pointed at Zhuo Yifan's head and threatened:
"What? You're not afraid now?" Zhuo Yifan sneered, looked at the young man with raised eyebrows and asked calmly.
"You are a human, not a ghost. What do I have to be afraid of?" The young man's face turned red, feeling ashamed for his previous timidity. He then turned to look at Wang Cheng and asked:
"This is a group, not a place for killing people. Control him first and ask your men to come in!" Wang Cheng took a deep breath and his tone became excited. Although the Vietnamese were not paid to do anything, if they had the opportunity to watch
It would also be a good thing to know how Zhuo Yifan died, or to humiliate him before he died! He thought that a gun in his hand could already decide Zhuo Yifan's life or death!
"Understood!" The young man nodded, then took out his cell phone and called his brother who was standing outside.
But what surprised the young man was that no one answered the call after a long time. He gradually felt that something was wrong, and his eyes became uneasy when he looked at Zhuo Yifan.
"Mr. Wang, no one answered!" The young man put away his cell phone with one hand, and still held the gun in the other hand, pointing at Zhuo Yifan and saying to Wang Cheng:
"What? No one answered?" Wang Cheng was also surprised, and then he looked at Zhuo Yifan with sinister eyes and asked:
"No need to bother. Since I can stand here, it means that those shrimp soldiers and crab generals you arranged outside have been dealt with by me a long time ago!" Zhuo Yifan chuckled and shook his head.
"Impossible! You are only one person. Who do you think you are? Superman?" The young man subconsciously asked:
"Accomplices? Do I need accomplices to deal with you? You think too highly of yourself!" Zhuo Yifan sneered, then stared at Wang Cheng and said:
"What do I have to talk to you about?" Wang Cheng breathed heavily. The development of the matter was more complicated than he expected. His expression began to become uncertain.
"Of course we are talking about what should I do with you? Should I kill you? Or let you continue to live?" Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.
"How dare you. This is the Wang Group, how dare you kill people openly? Aren't you afraid that the police will find you?" Wang Cheng trembled and threatened subconsciously. This was also for him, he needed to be brave.
"You dare to ask the Vietnamese to kill me, why don't I dare to kill you? And now you are clearly pointing the gun at me. So what do you mean?" Zhuo Yifan asked noncommittally.
The young man held the grabbing hand, trembling slightly. He already believed what Zhuo Yifan said. The companions outside had probably been killed. And if Zhuo Yifan dared to come, he must be prepared. No one would be stupid enough to come.
Die!
Chapter 486 Overestimating one's own abilities 7
Chapter 486: Overestimating One's Own Ability 7 Yes,
