He has a ferocious face, and at first glance he is not a good person.
His nickname is Wei San, he is the nephew of Prince Wei, and he is deeply trusted by Prince Wei.
This time I came to Ling's house on the orders of Prince Wei to vent my anger on Prince Wei's little lover's cousin.
Wei San threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and cursed: "What the hell, what's the rush? What's the rush? I didn't kill anyone or set a fire, so I came to chat with someone. They sent out a stupid police officer.
Just let them look at you and stay there."
The subordinate looked embarrassed.
He didn't dare say this to the police.
After all, he is a policeman and he is a gangster.
But when the boss said something, he had to listen.
When you are confused.
Someone outside shouted: "Boss, they are coming!"
Wei San felt energetic for a while.
"Grandma's, they're here, let them in."
Wu Yong and the others entered the corridor and saw two rows of idle gangsters.
When they saw Wu Yong and Ling Zhixiao, they immediately became vicious.
And when I saw Ling Ruolan's eyes, I didn't need to say much.
He is naturally full of animalistic impulses.
"Our boss lets you in."
Someone shouted from above.
Wu Yong and Ling Ruolan looked at each other, protected her behind them, and stepped into Ling's house.
The Ling family's house is not big.
But at this time, the place was full of people.
Ling's father and Ling's mother didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. They were still sitting on the chairs. There were more than a dozen people standing around them.
I saw Ling Ruolan and the others coming over.
Ling's father and Ling's mother were impatient.
"Ruolan, Zhixiao, leave us alone and leave quickly!"
Parental love is selfless and great.
At this time.
Father Ling and Mother Ling did not consider the potential danger at all, they just wanted their children to be safe.
Ling Zhixiao was anxious to rush over.
"Dad, Mom!"
Just took a step forward.
Then he was grabbed by the two people beside him.
The two men grabbed Ling Zhixiao's joints, obviously intending to capture Ling Zhixiao.
"Go away!"
Swish.
Wu Yong has quick eyes and quick hands.
The two of them didn't have time to make a move.
Then I heard two muffled bangs.
Looking again, the two people who had just grabbed Ling Zhixiao had been kicked away in the aisle, holding their chests and bleeding out.
Wei San narrowed his eyes, leaving only a gap in his triangular eyes.
Snap.
He clapped his hands twice and said, "Good skills. That guy Xiao Wu didn't lie to me. He really encountered a tough idea."
Wu Yong stared at him: "Are you Prince Wei?"
Wei San shook his head and said: "No, I'm not. I'm Prince Wei's nephew. Everyone calls me Wei San on the street. I followed Prince Wei's order to invite you to sit down and talk about your relationship with Xiao Wu.
resentment."
Wu Yong said coldly: "There is nothing to talk about. Now apologize to your uncle and aunt, and then take your people and get out immediately. Otherwise, if we don't tell you why today, no one will be able to leave alive."
Relatives will always be Wu Yong’s enemies.
Ling's father and Ling's mother are relatives of Ling Ruolan, that is, his relatives of Wu Yong.
Recalling the way Ling Ruolan was frightened on the road.
Wu Yong had no intention of handling the matter in a low-key manner, so he issued an ultimatum directly to Wei San in an unusual move.
Upon hearing this, Wei San said: Good guy, with such a loud tone, where did this Dragon Crossing the River come from?
He was quite afraid of Wu Yong's skills.
He silently took a step back.
After putting some distance away from Wu Yong, he said with a gloomy look: "Since you know the name of Prince Wei, you should know the weight of these three in Jinling City. My friend, I hope you will weigh it carefully and don't speak too highly.
.You have offended Prince Wei's little brother. It is your fault in the first place. If you lower your head and admit your mistake proactively, the matter may be over. If you are stubborn, the consequences will not be easy to bear. "
Wu Yong completely ignored his meaning.
He stretched out three fingers and said calmly: "I will count down to three more. I must apologize when the time is up."
The whole audience was stunned.
How awesome.
It actually threatened Wei San's head.
That was Prince Wei's nephew and confidant.
A character walking sideways in Jinling City.
Ling Zhixiao also looked exaggerated, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Sister...brother-in-law...you..."
He stuttered.
I haven't finished a complete sentence yet.
Wu Yong has already started counting down: "Three...two..."
Wei San's face turned dark purple and he was cursing in his heart.
His grandma's.
I have been living in Jinling City for more than thirty years, and I have never seen such an arrogant person. He doesn't even buy into Prince Wei's account, who do you think he is!
Wei San couldn't stand it anymore.
Click.
He reached for his lower back, took out a Type 54 pistol, skillfully opened the safety and loaded the bullet, then pointed the muzzle of the gun at Wu Yong's head and shouted: "Damn, I know you can shoot well,
So what if I can fight! I will still shoot you in the head!"
Swish.
The faces of the Ling family of four all changed.
Where have they ever seen such a scene?
They all took out their guns.
Isn’t it true that Wu Yong is in danger?
Four hearts were pounding, and they were about to burst out of his throat.
But at such a stressful time.
Wu Yong was not frightened.
Instead, he grinned and said, "Prince Wei is also a hero in Jinling City. Are his people so ignorant? I really think that if I have a gun in my hand, I am invincible. Haven't you heard that the speed of shooting is faster than bullets?"
A martial arts master?"
Wei San was stunned for a moment.
A martial arts master whose shots are faster than bullets?
Isn’t that the Great Dharma Protector?
He clearly remembered that there was a great protector beside Prince Wei who was almost sixty years old. It was said that he came from the martial arts master of the Republic of China. His skills were so superb that he could not even be hurt by bullets.
Listen to Wu Yong's tone.
It seems that he himself is such a master.
Wei San subconsciously rejected it instantly.
How is that possible?
Wu Yong looks to be in his twenties.
The body is not strong either.
He doesn't look like a master at all.
Wei San grinned and couldn't help laughing:
"Faster than a bullet? Come on..."
Swish.
His words have not yet finished.
Wu Yong suddenly took action!
He touched the ground with one foot, and his body instantly disappeared on the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wei San.
quick!
Too fast!
Hardly a blink of an eye!
So Wei San didn't even finish the complete sentence.
Wu Yong had already grabbed his wrist and asked with a sneer: "Do you think your bullet is faster, or mine?"
Out of the instinct of self-preservation.
Wei San couldn't care less about the consequences of one shot.
His finger subconsciously made a motion to pull the trigger.
But as soon as he moved his hand, he suddenly felt sore and numb and lost all strength.
Gein Wu Yong pinched his wrist.
Don't give him a chance to exert his strength at all.
Wu Yong took the initiative with just a pinch.
As for the gun in his hand, Wu Yong took advantage of the situation, grabbed it in his hand, and then pressed it against his forehead. (To be continued)