"Hao...Brother Hao! I...I have no intention of running away, I...I just need to pee urgently and want to go to the bathroom."
The back of Zhou Tong's head hurt so much that he grimaced, and he explained with a painful expression.
"Boss Zhou! Do you think I am a 3-year-old child? That's the reason. Who are you trying to fool?"
Ye Zihao glared at him and said.
"I……"
Suddenly, Zhou Tong was speechless.
At this time, Ye Zihao grabbed Zhou Tong's hair with one hand and dragged it into the warehouse.
Zhou Tong struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the more painful his hair was.
"Hao...Brother Hao! Let go first. Everything...everything is easy to discuss." Zhou Tong begged for mercy, but Ye Zihao had a cold face and had no intention of letting go.
finally!
Zhou Tong was dragged into the warehouse by Ye Zihao like a dead dog. At this time, he saw a man inside being tied up with a rope. He saw that the man lowered his head and seemed to be in a coma. But this was not who he was.
, none other than Qian Longsheng.
"Ryusheng?"
Zhou Tong screamed in surprise, and at this time, Qian Longsheng was woken up from his coma. He slowly opened his eyes, and then he saw Zhou Tong coming with apologetic expression on his face.
"Uncle Zhou! I'm sorry, I was forced too." Qian Longsheng said guiltily.
"You...how could you betray me?"
"I will be dead by then, so I can only betray you."
"you……"
Zhou Tong suddenly became speechless. Although he felt very unhappy, the reality was what it was and he could only accept it.
At this time, with a gloomy expression on his face, Ye Zihao threw Zhou Tong in front of Qian Longsheng and said, "Is the death of Qian Quan the fault of the two of you?"
"this……"
Seeing Zhou Tong and Qian Longsheng look at each other, they seemed to understand the meaning in each other's eyes. The next second, they both denied in unison: "No!"
"Oh? I didn't expect you two to have a good understanding! Okay! In that case, don't blame me for being rude."
Say it!
Ye Zihao took out a left-hand pistol from his body and seemed to want to shoot and kill.
"Ye...Ziye Hao! You...don't do whatever you want and kill us. You...you can't escape."
Zhou Tong shook his head vigorously, warned, and said.
"Boss Zhou! If I want to destroy the body and eliminate the traces, no one will find out the clues, such as... your son!"
Ye Zihao sneered and said lightly.
"Dawei?"
For an instant, Zhou Tong was stunned. The next second, his expression became extremely angry. He glared at Ye Zihao angrily and cursed: "It turns out that you really killed my son."
"Yes! I killed him, but what can you do to me?"
Ye Zihao smiled and said deliberately.
"You...you you!"
Zhou Tong was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were wide open, as ferocious as flaming fireballs.
"Boss Zhou! If your son had not provoked me, he would have been fine, but he persisted in pestering me, just like you, so he must die."
Ye Zihao snorted coldly, and the coldness emanating from his eyes was as cold as thousand-year-old ice.
"You want to kill me too?"
Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and said.
"That's right!"
"You...you will go to hell." Zhou Tong cursed through gritted teeth.
"Really? King Yama will not accept a bad person like me, so don't worry."
"You...you don't deserve to die!"
Zhou Tong was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and fight Ye Zi, but this thought only passed by for a moment.
Because he knew that he was no match for Ye Zihao.
"Okay! It doesn't matter if you hate me or hate me! Since you don't want to admit that you are the one who killed the money and power, then I can only put the blame on you. If you have any grievances, go to hell and tell King Yama.
Go ahead."
Say it!
Ye Zihao raised the left pistol in his hand, then pointed at Qian Longsheng, and said with a faint sneer: "Young Master Qian! Let's start with you."
Immediately afterwards, Ye Zihao started to move his fingers. When Qian Longsheng saw this, he was so frightened that he lost his soul. He quickly begged for mercy, "Hao...Brother Hao! You...don't shoot, this...
...This matter is caused by Zhou Tong."
"Qian Longsheng! What the hell are you talking about? Don't you have the right to participate in the murder of Qian Quan?"
Zhou Tong suddenly became angry.
Qian Longsheng put all the blame on himself, damn! What the hell is this?
"Zhou Tong! Do you dare to say that you were not the one who instigated me to poison my second brother to death?"
Qian Longsheng also became unhappy, glared at him angrily, and cursed loudly.
"Fuck you! If you hadn't wanted to be the head of the Qian family, would you have listened to me?" Zhou Tong also retorted and cursed.
"You...are you shirking your responsibility?"
"Push your mother! I just tell the truth!"
"you……"
…
Suddenly, Qian Longsheng and Zhou Tong started to quarrel, each blaming the other party. Seeing their dog-eat-dog scene, Ye Zihao sneered a few times.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly, "Stop...!"
"Forehead?"
In an instant, Zhou Tong and the others stopped talking and stared at Ye Zihao in panic.
"Little money!"
"Boss Zhou!"
"Since you all refuse to admit who is the real murderer, so be it, then I'll leave it to God to decide."
Ye Zihao said calmly with an indifferent expression.
"Leave it to God to decide?"
Suddenly, Zhou Tong and the others were dumbfounded, obviously unable to understand what Ye Zihao meant.
At this time, Ye Zihao was seen taking apart the bullet chamber of the left pistol in his hand, and then poured out the bullets inside, leaving only one bullet.
at last!
With a flick of his finger, the bullet nest rotated at high speed, and the next second, his wrist flicked.
"Click!"
The cylinder was reloaded into the gun chamber.
At this time, Ye Zihao said coldly to Zhou Tong and the others, "You two! You must have heard of the Russian death roulette, right?"
“Russian Roulette of Death?”
In an instant, Zhou Tong and the others were dumbfounded.
The so-called Russian Death Roulette is actually a suicidal death-defying game.
Participants put one or more bullets into the cylinder of the revolver, then rotate the bullet plate, and then close it. Participants take turns pointing the pistol at their heads and pressing the trigger; until someone is shot or dare not press the trigger
until the trigger is pulled.
Legend has it that this "game" originated in Russia in the 19th century and was forced by prison guards to play on prisoners as a form of gambling.
Therefore, it is called "Russian Death Roulette"!
"Yi Zihao! You... what you said is decided by God, do you mean... the Russian death roulette?"
Zhou Tong was horrified and asked.
"That's right!"
Ye Zihao sneered a few times and said with a playful expression: "But the gameplay is different from the past, that is, I point the gun at you and then pull the trigger. If you are lucky, you can escape. If you are lucky,
Not good! Then... bang! One shot to the head! He's dead!"