Finally, when it was time to pay back the money, Ximenlang drove his SUV to the Xiaoyao Life Nightclub building, which had only a skeleton left. He carried two huge suitcases and walked up the bare stairs without handrails.
When he got to the seventh floor, he was a little confused. How did the building burn down? Why did Zheng Shanhu call him and ask him to send the money here?
The stairs were covered with black marks, and the ash would rise up and float in the air with every step.
On the seventh floor, there is still the same spacious and luxurious office with a folding chair, but now the partitions on the entire floor have been broken and become empty, making it completely different from before.
The man with the sinewy face sitting on the folding chair was Zheng Shanhu, and there were about thirty men standing behind him. The man closest to him was a short ghost with a livid face and deep-set eyes like a skeleton.
Zheng Shanhu had a lot of big red pimples on his face, and he was in the middle of a rage. Damn it, the Yihe Gang actually dared to go against him and burned down the Happy Life Nightclub, which was making a lot of money every day, causing him to lose tens of millions.
Yuan Rou was in unbearable pain. He fought several fights with the Yihe Gang but did not gain much advantage. He was so angry that his teeth were itching.
Fortunately, the 10 million that he had extorted from the boy Ximen Lang was about to arrive today, which made Zheng Shanhu feel better. When he saw the boy coming up with two suitcases, he narrowed his eyes and asked arrogantly:
"Did you bring the money?" He believed that the other party should deserve his share of the 10 million paid. Today's society is the world of the strong, and the weak only have to be bullied. This is the way of heaven!
Ximenlang glanced at the faces of the group of people on the opposite side one by one and said, "I've brought them all and put them in the suitcase."
Zheng Shanhu said: "You are not a bad boy. You are very aware of current affairs. Please open the suitcase." He is a very cunning tiger. He never scorns a rabbit before seeing it. He will not let him know what is in the suitcase until he sees clearly.
Someone brought it over.
Ximen Lang cursed in his heart, old bastard, you are a fucking thief. However, since I want to plot against you, how could I let you guess the trick? It turns out that what is in the suitcase is not money at all, but money.
There were piles of old newspapers, and two pineapple grenades were hidden in each suitcase. The buckles were twisted together and connected to the handle of the suitcase, so they could be activated at any time.
"Wait a minute, I'll open the suitcase right away..." The main purpose of Ximen Lang's trip was to kill Zheng Shanhu. He had already made up his mind. If you want my money, I will kill you. While talking, he
The fingers holding the suitcase hooked the buckle, and the pineapple grenade inside the suitcase began to smoke, but it could not be seen from the outside.
The ghost's nose was extremely sensitive, and he suddenly smelled the dangerous smell of death, and hurriedly screamed: "Get out of the way..."
Zheng Shanhu knew his ghost boy very well and knew that his sense of smell was better than that of a police dog. When he heard him scream a warning, he quickly stood up and ran to the right without saying a word. He was no longer the ferocious tiger, but like a lost dog.
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At this time, Ximenlang had already thrown two suitcases over, and only heard several loud bangs, and the pineapple grenade exploded into the sky with fire. More than ten members of the Shanhe Gang who were slower to react were in the center of the explosion and were blown to pieces. Their arms were blown to pieces.
Legs and internal organs were flying everywhere, and a big hole was blown out of the floor.
Seeing that although the trick was successful, Zheng Shanhu was not killed, Ximen Lang could not be reconciled. He immediately took out the two 54 pistols in his pocket, fired suddenly with trembling hands, and heard constant banging gunshots, seven or eight people blocking the way.
The Shanhe Gang bosses in front of him were shot and fell to the ground screaming in agony. Their marksmanship was really as good as gods.
Seeing how powerful this kid was, Zheng Shanhu shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, kill him..."
Six or seven Shanhe Gang members fired back one after another, and bullets flew past like raindrops.
Ximen Lang dodged behind a square concrete pillar and felt the bullets hitting the cement, the fragments shattering and flying, sparks flying, and the firepower was very fierce. Just as he was about to risk jumping out, he suddenly heard a slight noise behind him.
, glanced around and saw a human head protruding from the edge of the building on the east side. He shot back and shot it out.
To his surprise, the head disappeared in an extremely fast flash without being hit. Immediately, a figure flew out from below, raised his left hand, and shot silver light straight towards Ximen. He actually used
It's a hidden weapon rumored in the world.
A flash of fierceness flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes, and he decisively pulled the trigger while shaking his arm. There was a loud gunshot, and bullets whizzed out.
In the lightning flash, the bullet hit the fast-flying silver light, knocking it to the side, hitting a concrete pillar, and then fell to the ground. It turned out to be a gleaming dart, about three inches long, rhombus-shaped, and sharp.
Incomparable.
The thin figure fell to the ground, and a trace of surprise flashed across his blue face. It turned out to be a ghost. He didn't expect that the opponent's marksmanship was so magical that he could actually hit his dart with a bullet.
Ximen Lang saw clearly that it was him and said angrily: "Looking for death..." The two guns in his hands fired at the same time.
However, while his arms were moving, Gui Zai suddenly dodged like a nimble civet cat. As he moved forward quickly, he swayed left and right to avoid bullets. He was always 0.01 second faster than the bullets whizzing towards him.
It flew close to him, but could not hit him.
Suddenly, both pistols stopped firing at the same time, and the bullets in their magazines were all gone.
At this time, the figure of Gui Zai had already jumped forward, with an unexpected speed.
Ximenlang was a little shocked, how could this guy be so fast, and hurriedly threw out the two guns in his hand and hit him.
The ghost sneered, "Don't give up yet..." He kicked the two pistols with a whirlwind kick in mid-air.
Damn, this guy really has his wits about him!
Ximen Lang secretly cursed in his heart, strode forward, struck hard with his right fist with a sound of wind, and ran towards the chest of the enemy on the opposite side. The ghost twisted his body and easily got out of the way, flew up and kicked Ximen Lang.
on his chest, causing him to take three steps back.
After only one move, Ximen Lang suffered a loss. Ximen Lang was extremely shocked. The average-looking guy opposite him must have much better kung fu than him. If he continued to hit him, he would definitely suffer a loss. He kicked up a hollow brick on the ground and threw it at the opponent.
Turn around and run towards the stairs.
The ghost ducked away and sneered, "You still want to run away, let me see where you are going." He quickly chased after you.
Several members of the Shanhe Gang on the other side saw Ximen Lang's figure exposed, and they all raised their guns and shot. However, their marksmanship was far behind. Compared with Ximen Lang, who was running so fast, they were always half a beat behind him.