In this line of work, the most taboo thing for him is betrayal, especially when this person is his most valued subordinate. It feels like his son is unfilial to him.
"You can give me money and status, but my family is now being coerced by Wang Yue. If I don't kill you, my wife, children, and children will be ripped apart." Yuan Jiang lowered his head and said.
"You have a wife? Why didn't I know this?" Mr. Yang was slightly startled.
"Mr. Yang, in our line of work, your head is pinned to your pants. Maybe one day your family will be taken over by your enemies. I have a mistress, but it's very private, but she was still picked out by Wang Yue. I'm sorry for you.
"Yuan Jiang sighed.
"I think you understand Wang Yue's character. Even if you kill me, your wife and children will still be killed by him. And if you kill me, you won't be able to escape. Is this worth it?" Yang Jiu said lightly.
"It's worth it, because at least I worked hard for them." Yuan Jiang struggled to stand up. He knelt in front of Yang Jiu and said, "Master Yang, I'm sorry for you. Just kill me."
"Although you are willing, I will never let go of anyone who betrays me. You can take it upon yourself." Yang Jiu sighed. He took out a pistol from his clothes and threw it in front of Yuan Jiang.
How did Yuan Jiang do it.
"Master Yang, I only ask you one thing." Yuan Jiang raised his head and said.
"I will find a way to rescue your wife and children, but I can't guarantee whether I can do it. I can only say that I will try my best." Yang Jiu knew what he was going to say.
"Then thank you, Mr. Yang." Yuan Jiang picked up the pistol and pointed it at his head. There was no fear in his expression and he pulled the trigger in his hand without hesitation.
boom……
The gun went off, and a bullet penetrated Yuan Jiang's temple directly. His expression became surprised, angry, and unwilling at the moment the gun was fired.
He thinks that Mr. Yang is testing him, and are all plots in movies like this? You betrayed your boss, and the boss asked you to commit suicide with a gun, and then you picked up the gun without hesitation, but found that there was nothing in the gun.
bullet.
But why are there bullets in the gun? Why is it different from what it looks like in the movie?
Yuan Jiang's eyes widened, and he would not look back until his death. He thought Yang Jiu would give him a chance.
Hearing the gunshots inside, the office door was slammed open from the outside. At the same time, five or six bodyguards in black suits rushed in, pointing their pistols into the room.
"Carry the body down." Yang Jiu waved his hand nonchalantly, as if he had done something insignificant.
The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Yang Jiu was fine. They put away their pistols, carried Yuan Jiang down, and then quickly cleaned up the ground.
"Are you curious why I didn't give him a chance?" Yang Jiu said suddenly.
"If it were me, I would think there would be no bullets in the gun." Ye Haoxuan said.
"Why do you think there are no bullets?" Yang Jiu asked.
"Because I think that's how it's done in movies." Ye Haoxuan smiled.
"Haha, this is not acting in a movie. If you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. Yes, I valued Yuan Jiang before, but no matter what the reason is, it cannot be the reason for him to betray me." Yang Jiudao.
"I think since he is so calm, he must think that you will let him live." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"He takes himself too seriously. There are only two things I hate most in my life, betrayal and deception." Yang Jiudao: "He betrayed me and deceived me."
"How do you say that? Is it true that what he said about his family being coerced?" Ye Haoxuan asked in surprise.
"Yes, as his boss, and he is my confidant, it is impossible for me not to find out his details." Yang Jiu said lightly: "He has no family, no wife and children, he thinks this is enough
It’s too whimsical to ask me to forgive you once.”
"That's it." Ye Haoxuan nodded thoughtfully. Yang Jiu was worthy of being a veteran, and he could figure out everything clearly.
But think about it, in the early years, Yang Jiu was able to make Taishan one of the three major forces in one fell swoop. He must be exceptional. Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago. Why would there be any talk of fighting for hegemony?
At this moment, Ye Haoxuan's cell phone rang, but it was Brother Hong calling.
"Is there any news?" Ye Haoxuan took out the message.
"Yes, now our people are keeping an eye on him. I will arrange for someone to be in the company and he will bring you over." Brother Hong replied.
"Okay, come over right away." Ye Haoxuan hung up the phone.
"Mr. Yang, we've got some clues about the walking corpse. I'll go take a look." Ye Haoxuan said.
"Go ahead, you're done." Yang Jiu nodded.
There is a bar in a messy small neighborhood. The bar's business is always booming at night. Every night, countless men and women come here to seek excitement.
In an outer corner of the bar, a gloomy-looking young man was drinking beer one cup after another without saying a word.
"Paparazzi, what the hell is going on with you? Why do you keep drinking when you come out?" a gangster asked.
"That's right, by the way, did you take Viagra tonight? I saw how fierce you were at cutting people. Wow, the other person was the famous Brother Hong, and he was almost killed by you."
"Haha, this kid must have been cheating recently, otherwise he wouldn't be so aggressive."
A group of gangsters surrounded the young man and talked to each other.
But no matter what they said, the young man named Paparazzi just kept drinking without saying a word.
"I said paparazzi, what the hell happened to you?" someone asked.
At this moment, the paparazzi let out a muffled groan, and he suddenly shrank to a corner of the sand, lying on the ground shivering. His face was frighteningly white, and could almost be described as pale.
"Hey, are you taking drugs? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" These gangsters were startled.
One of them wanted to help him up, but he couldn't help but tremble when he touched him, because this kid's body was so cold that he had almost no warmth.
"Damn, why are you so cold? Are you sick? Should I take you to the hospital?" The little gangster was startled.
"Go away..." the paparazzi spat out this word in a trembling voice. At the same time, a violent look flashed across his eyes, and a trace of evil energy escaped from his body.
The group of gangsters around him were startled. They stood up involuntarily and distanced themselves from the paparazzi. The look in his eyes just now was too scary, a little bloody, and made people feel like their hands and feet were cold.
"Paparazzi...you, what the hell happened to you?" A young gangster asked tremblingly.
"I told you to get lost." A flash of red flashed in the paparazzi's eyes. The bloodthirsty feeling made these gangsters completely frightened. They looked at each other and then left in fear.
The paparazzi opened another bottle of wine, and he poured the wine into his mouth tremblingly. However, his hands were shaking so much that he tried several times to no avail.
"You've been hit by the corpse curse, and it won't work if you just drink." A faint voice came over.
The paparazzi was startled. He raised his head suddenly and saw an unknown young man sitting opposite him. He was Ye Haoxuan.
"Go away, stop meddling in other people's business." The paparazzi's violent eyes flashed past.
"You just want to kill people now, and you can't control your will. But you are very clear in your heart. Your current situation belongs to the backlash of the corpse curse. If you don't use mystical magic to help you remove the corpse curse, soon you will become
A real walking corpse, you will be worse off than dead when the time comes." Ye Haoxuan said calmly.
The paparazzi trembled. He didn't understand why the young man in front of him knew so much. He felt a cold breath coming from his body. He squatted on the ground and trembled and said: "You...you have a way?
"
"Of course I have a way, but it depends on your cooperation." Ye Haoxuan said lightly.
"I... I cooperate. My life is worse than death now. Save me... As long as you can save me, I will listen to whatever you say in the future." The paparazzi finally collapsed. After accepting some kind of reinforcement from their boss, he felt that
The body is getting worse day by day.
He even felt that this body was not his own, and his head was falling off a lot, and his complexion was getting worse and worse. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, he felt that he was not a human at all, but a corpse.
"Come with me." Ye Haoxuan stood up.
After hesitating for a moment, the paparazzi finally stood up and followed Ye Haoxuan with staggering steps.
Ye Haoxuan took him to a remote house. When he entered the door, he couldn't help but be surprised. He saw Brother Hong and a group of boys sitting in the house.
He felt something was wrong, so he turned around and wanted to escape, but the door was already locked tightly.
"That's the kid." When he saw the paparazzi, Brother Hong stood up suddenly and said bitterly: "Damn it, this kid was so cunning and ruthless tonight. If I hadn't been fighting for more than ten years,
, I must fall into the hands of this kid today."
"Brother Hong, tell me how to play. This kid is already on our plate now." A younger brother said eagerly.
"Doctor Ye, does he have a problem?" Brother Hong asked.
"Yes, the problem is very serious. This guy is now half human and half corpse. Look at his face, does it look like a living person?" Ye Haoxuan pointed at him and said.
Brother Hong looked carefully, and sure enough, the paparazzi's face was ashen, as if he had a dead face, with no rosy look at all.
"Hong...Brother Hong, what does half-human...half-corpse mean?"
Hearing what Ye Haoxuan said, Brother Hong's younger brothers felt a chill running down their spines. In addition, the paparazzi's expressions were so bad that they couldn't help but think of the zombies in the movie.
"Does this need an explanation? It's okay, it's not as mysterious as you think." Brother Hong said.
"You...what do you want to do?" the paparazzi said tremblingly. His previous fierceness in killing people was no longer there.