Lao Sun also risked his life today. At most, these brothers will die together. Anyway, it is a shameful life. It is better to go to his old customers with a gun and ask for money before he dies. After all, so many brothers have died, even Lao Sun.
The eldest brother Lao Xi also died. How can we bear this?
"Give me money, give me money!" Lao Sun shouted, but Zhuge Shouren still sat there as if nothing happened.
"Do you want to take money?" A man's cold voice came from the side. In Lao Sun's surprised eyes, a man wearing a black gown, black hat and sunglasses came from the side and stood in front of Zhuge Shouren.
Front.
When did this person appear?
Old Sun clearly remembered that when they broke in just now, they took a look at the surrounding environment to make sure there was no threat before feeling relieved. This person definitely didn't come in through the gate. Could it be that he missed it just now?
It's just that this tall and thin man, who is also 1.85 meters tall, doesn't look like someone who is easily ignored.
But Lao Sun doesn't care about so many. Although the tall man in front of him is big, they also have so many pistols. Are they still afraid of an unarmed man?
"That's right, Zhuge Shouren, where is the pension you promised to give to our brothers?" Lao Sun shouted, "Our people have worked hard for you, and now there are only a few left. If you just pat your butt and leave, it will count as a few."
mean?!"
In fact, Lao Sun was forced to come up with such a move. According to the rules of the industry, although their group went to perform the task, the goal was not completed. The other party is still alive in this world, even if it has already happened.
A lot of manpower, material and financial resources have been spent, and according to the rules, no fees should be charged.
But Lao Sun doesn't care. He only wants money. As long as he has money, he can make a comeback. It doesn't matter where he got the money.
"If you want to get the money, it depends on whether you guys have the ability to get the money." Zhuge Shouren raised his head and looked at Lao Sun and his group with a smile, and then said, "The person in front of you is me.
Mr. Wang, who was specially invited to deal with Qin Ge, if you guys can knock Mr. Wang down, then you can take the five million and the pension as you please."
"What?! You are cheating. You promised to give it to us!" Lao Sun shouted.
"Give it to you? When did I say I would give it to you?" Zhuge Shouren shrugged and pretended to be innocent, "I just said that I would give five million to the person who can kill Qin Ge, but no
I said I would give you five million, but you didn't kill Qin Ge, right?"
"You!!!" Old Sun was so angry that he glanced at the expert man named Mr. Wang next to him and pointed the gun at him fiercely, "You are the oldest one, how dare you compete with me for your job?
Today I will let you know how powerful we are!"
"Oh? Really?" The corners of Mr. Wang's mouth raised in a strange way, and his hazy eyes narrowed slightly.
Bang bang bang!
Lao Sun fired three shots at Mr. Wang, but he did not expect that Mr. Wang in front of him would split the bullet in half and scatter away from the side.
"What's going on?!" Lao Sun said in surprise.
Snap.
Mr. Wang took his hand from the black object he was carrying behind his back. When the black cloth was lifted, it turned out to be a guqin. He pulled hard from one side to the other side of the guqin, and seven figures appeared on the guqin.
A string.
"You can actually use the strings to give me bullets..." Lao Sun exclaimed. Such an existence has gone beyond the world he originally knew. Does this kind of peerless master really exist in this world?
"You hit me three times, then I will answer you three times." Mr. Wang held the bottom with one hand and supported the piano with the other. As the melodious sound of the piano came to mind, a soundless, colorless and tasteless force turned into a beam.
The blade suddenly flew out from Mr. Wang's piano seat. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed to have lost its sound, only accompanied by the increasingly rapid sound of the piano and the gradually approaching death.
Click!
The bones recalled a crisp sound, and Old Sun's body was like the fallen leaves of a big tree. He no longer had the strength to support him and fell into a pool of blood. His head had already flown to nowhere.
"Ah ah ah, it's a ghost!" When the other gangsters saw Lao Sun dead, they immediately dispersed and wanted to run out the door. They also didn't expect that there are still some people like this in the underworld.
The capable old Sun was so vulnerable in front of that man named Mr. Wang.
"There are still two songs left, why bother leaving?" Mr. Wang's voice was like a resentful ghost asking for his soul, and several more silent flying blades were directed at those people.
Among the people who were about to go out, one had his left leg cut off, another had his right leg cut off, and another had his hands cut off. The scene was extremely horrific, but for Mr. Wang, it was just a play.
Just one song.
"Ah ah ah ah..." Those people were lying on the ground struggling, looking at Mr. Wang approaching as if they were looking at a devil, "Don't come over, don't come over!"
"Hahahaha, Mr. Wang is indeed a master among masters!" Zhuge Shouren laughed and agreed, "He is indeed a strong man that Uncle Liang knows. In this way, taking Qin Ge's life is like picking something out of a bag.
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"Hmph, I've never been afraid of a mere low-level immortal cultivator." Mr. Wang said with arrogance in his tone, "When it's done, give me the diamond, do you understand?"
"That is necessary. I will give you whatever you want, Master Immortal!" Zhuge Shouren said flatteringly.
Although he hired the other party to do the work, Uncle Liang also said that those cultivators are all very aloof. If they don't see eye to eye and don't do your business, it's a trivial matter. If they backhandedly kill you, it will be the end of it.
It’s a shame, so when these immortal cultivators are invited over, they have to provide them with good food and drink.
"By the way, I heard you say that the immortal cultivator named Qin Ge also has two daughters?" Mr. Wang's eyes flashed with greed, and his tongue slid between the red lips and white teeth, "When the time comes,
Leave those two daughters to me, hehehe..."
Unexpectedly, this Mr. Wang, who usually looks dignified, is actually a lover of some kind, which is really disgusting.
But even though Zhuge Shouren thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to make any mistakes with his mouth. He kept nodding and bowing, and explained Qin Ge's situation clearly.
"Humph, I didn't expect that he has such a treasure in his hands!" After Mr. Wang heard about Mo Yu, more greed appeared in the depths of his eyes.