Some people can only be described with one word, and that is "cheap!" There is no doubt that Dong Biyang is this kind of person. After a heavy beating, several teeth were lost and several ribs were broken. Finally, he became honest.
Like a wild dog after being beaten, pitiful and hateful.?
Qiu Yu would naturally have no mercy for such a bitch. The reason why he gave those girls face was because he still wanted to get back the money he deserved, three million U.S. dollars. Why not? Based on this, he sneered,
"I'll give you one hour. You can ask someone to bring me three million dollars. Otherwise, your family will wait to collect the body. The countdown begins." He raised his wrist and looked at his Patek Philippe watch.
Then he said: "It's 11:52 now. If I don't see the money in an hour, hehe..."
Qiu Yu didn't say the next words, only a sinister smile instead, full of murderous intent, which frightened Dong Biyang out of his mind. He hurriedly reached out to touch his body, and hurriedly took out the phone. Fortunately, the BlackBerry he was using was quite sturdy. Just now
He was not kicked out. He quickly called his father and said in tears: "Dad, I lost three million to others and was detained. If I don't give it back, my life will be in danger. Please bring the money and redeem me."
go back."
The person who answered the phone was Dong Qiufeng, the president of Henglian Group in New York. He was shocked when he heard that his son had been detained and asked quickly: "Yangyang, how are you doing now?"
Dong Biyang said with a cry: "Dad, don't ask, hurry up and bring the money. They only give me one hour. If they don't see the money, they will kill me..."
Dong Qiufeng also panicked and said hurriedly: "Son, don't worry, I'll be there right away."
After the call ended, Dong Biyang raised his head and said pitifully: "Master Qiu, please wait a moment, my dad will send the money over as soon as possible."
"Anyway, it's only an hour. I've made it very clear. If the money is not received by then, you will die... give me what you have in your arms first?" The gun held by Qiu Yu in his right hand was still pointed at the opponent's head.
, and stretched out his left hand again.
Dong Biyang was startled and asked pretending to be confused: "What?"
Qiu Yu snorted coldly: "You are still pretending to be confused with me. Don't think that I don't know that you have a pistol hidden in your arms. Hand it over quickly?"
Originally, that was Dong Biyang's last bargaining chip. He thought in his heart that if Qiu Yu really didn't let him go, in that case, he would draw his gun and shoot to the death. However, this hidden secret was exposed to his face.
He was helpless and could only agree in a low voice, "Okay..."
Dong Biyang's right hand reached into his arms extremely slowly and took out a very delicate silver pistol. It was one of the famous guns, the Beretta 92F pistol. The grip of the gun was entirely made of aluminum alloy, which reduced the weight.
, the double-row magazine capacity reaches fifteen, and the trigger guard is large, making it easy to shoot with gloves on.
Men all love guns. Seeing this gun, Qiu Yu's eyes clearly lit up. He grabbed it with his hands and praised: "This gun is good, it was confiscated." He directly took it as his own and pinned it on his lower back, then coldly
He said: "You were smart and didn't take out the gun. Otherwise, you would have been shot by now."
Cold sweat broke out on Dong Biyang's forehead, and he felt lucky that the kid even knew that he had a gun hidden on his body. If he really had a gun, he would probably have been shot.
"What are the backgrounds of those guys? Do they have guns?" Qiu Yu asked.
"They... they are from the Nanping Gang." Dong Biyang replied helplessly.
Roxani swayed her graceful body closer and said disdainfully: "The Nanping Gang is just a bunch of Vietnamese monkeys. Just because they want to dominate New York, is it worthy?"
Ruan Dangxing and other five Nanping gang members fell to the ground. Although they were seriously injured, they still had fierce faces and glared at the girl who was uttering wild words.
Feeling this unkind gaze, Roksani became furious, and frost appeared on her pretty face. She cursed: "You bastard, you dare to stare at me. Are you not convinced? Believe it or not, I will tell you Nanping Gang to come from New York."
Disappear...I'll let you stare, give me the gun."
Qiu Yu smiled and handed over the old-fashioned pistol he was holding, and said uneasily: "The recoil is very strong, so be careful."
Roksani smiled charmingly, "Thank you for your concern, but I started playing with guns when I was twelve years old. Am I still afraid of the recoil?" She took the pistol and pointed it directly at the monkey-like Ruan Dangxing, and pulled the trigger twice in succession.
trigger.
"Bang bang!"
After two gunshots were fired, Ruan Dangxing was shot in both legs and knees and screamed in pain. Only then did he fully understand the girl's ruthless style.
Her lips parted slightly and she blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun. Roxani smiled and asked, "How is my shooting skills?"
"Good marksmanship!" Qiu Yu praised with a thumbs up.
Roxani giggled, "Actually, it's a little worse than you. Your gun is very accurate, and you can compete with Elsa. Moreover, your throwing knife is simply amazing!"
When he mentioned the flying knife, Qiu Yu remembered that his moon sword was still stuck on that guy's wrist. He walked over quickly, bent down and pulled out the knife from Ruan Dangxing's injury.
There was no trace of blood on Yuezhan, and it was still as bright as before, with colorful rays of light floating on the blade. As his wrist shook, the knife slipped into his sleeve and disappeared.
The sound of high-speed vehicles could be heard from the distant streets, and a convoy gradually approached. There were more than ten vehicles in total, and they stopped in front of them.
Among the vehicles that came over, a Rolls-Royce was the most conspicuous, another Bentley was also an absolute luxury car, and the rest included various brands, mostly off-road vehicles.
Sitting in the Rolls-Royce was Dong Qiufeng, the president of New York Henglian Group, and in the Bentley was his third brother Dong Kuangfeng. The other vehicles carried dozens of internal security personnel of the company.
More than thirty security personnel in suits and leather shoes got out of the car and looked warily at the group of people on the opposite side. The door of the Bentley opened and Dong Kuangfeng got out of the car. He was a thin, middle-aged man, carrying a suitcase in his hand.
The driver opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and the last person to get out was a rather stylish old guy with a slicked back hair. He was none other than the president, Dong Qiufeng.
When these people looked at Dong Biyang, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him with blood on his face, they all took a breath and were filled with anger. Someone actually beat the young master like this. Isn't that asking for death?
The Dong brothers are not ordinary people. When they were in China, they were also gangsters, equivalent to gangsters. They came to New York to hunt for gold more than 20 years ago, set up a trap to frame several wealthy Chinese businessmen, and misappropriated their assets.
, made a lot of ill-gotten wealth, used any means to develop it, made any dirty money, and actually grew like a snowball and became a super rich man.
The two brothers have always been notorious in the Chinese circle. How could they swallow this bad breath? At that time, their faces turned ashen and they came over in a hurry.