215: C215 He Volunteered

C215 He Volunteered

Huang Shaoyuan saw that he couldn't fool Yan Su, so he changed the topic. "The four big families have acknowledged us as their sect masters. If they are in trouble, the Huang family should help them."

"As expected, you won't cry until you see the coffin. It seems like you won't cooperate unless you have some tricks up your sleeve."

Yan Su said coldly.

Huang Shaoyuan was shocked. He felt like he had fallen into an ice valley. A bone-chilling cold assaulted his face.

Bao Xiong volunteered, "Boss, leave this small matter to me. Don't dirty your hands."

Huang Shaoyuan made up his mind. He took out a silver pistol from his waist and aimed it at Yan Su's head. He instantly became arrogant.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot him! "What are you talking about, you piece of trash. You're still too young to fight with you, Huang Second Master."

"Let the stupid big guy cripple both of his arms and legs. You do the same. Do you hear me?"

Yan Su's expression was indifferent, but Bao Xiong's expression was full of ridicule.

Huang Shaoyuan's expression was ferocious. "Don't think I don't dare to shoot! I don't have to pay any legal responsibility for killing lowly people like you."

Yan Su sighed and said, "Huang, if your confidence comes from this small gun, I can be very responsible and say that it's useless."

Hahaha! Huang Shaoyuan kept laughing wildly. He was very domineering.

"Little bastard, stop pretending to be calm. In fact, you are scared to death! At such a close distance, even a top martial artist would not be able to dodge a bullet. "I order you to kneel down and call me grandpa!"

Huang Shaoyuan's expression was ferocious, as if he had mastered everything.

Yan Su's expression was indifferent, unmoved.

Bao Xiong shook his head slightly. He thought to himself that such a small pistol, he wanted to threaten War God as well. What kind of dream was he having? It had to be said that Huang Shaoyuan was walking further and further on the path of seeking death.

"You're not going to kneel, are you? Then go and see God!"

Huang Shaoyuan pulled the trigger fiercely.

He hooked his finger, but it was empty.

The expected gunshot did not appear.

What was going on? Huang Shaoyuan took a closer look and was surprised to find that the pistol was missing.

His hand was empty! How could this be? He was clearly holding a gun. Where was the gun? Yan Su looked at the small silver pistol with disdain.

"A dignified old man with a female pistol. Don't you feel ashamed? It's less powerful and less lethal. It's hard to hit a chicken, but you still want to hit someone? Dream on!"

How did the gun end up in his hands? Huang Shaoyuan's face was covered in cold sweat. His lips and nose were trembling.

Yan Su raised his head and spoke in the same relaxed tone. "You're right. At such a close distance, even top warriors can't avoid it.

But the prerequisite is that you have the chance to shoot."

The gun is gone. And I don't even know when it was taken away! Gulp! Huang Shaoyuan swallowed his saliva and wanted to beg for mercy. He was born with a sense of superiority, and it was destined that he wouldn't be able to keep his face.

At least at this moment, he couldn't do it.

"I was going to kill you, but on second thought, death is a form of release. It's too easy for you! Besides, I still need to leave your tongue to give some words to the Huang family. " So, I'll change it to a small punishment. "

Yan Su spoke slowly, as if he was talking to each other.

However, for Huang Shaoyuan, he could hear his heart palpitating.

"If you dare to point a gun at me, your hands are cheap. Then don't take it!"

Before Huang Shaoyuan could understand what this meant, Bao Xiong stepped forward and grabbed his arm. He placed both his hands on the table.

Yan Su turned the pistol around and smashed it down like a hammer.

Bang! Huang Shaoyuan's ten fingers were broken. Under the intense pain, his facial features twisted and he screamed. "Ah!"

Bang! Bang! The hammer fell continuously.

"Ah! Ah!"

Bang, bang, bang! "Ah, ah, ah!"

In the end, all four directions! Bang, bang, bang! "Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The two sounds combined into an extremely rhythmic piece.

He did not expect Huang Shaoyuan to have such a rhythm.

Even people like Bao Xiong who did not have music cells could not help but follow the rhythm.

Huang Shaoyuan's two hands were badly mutilated. His ten fingers had disappeared.

Ten fingers connected to one's heart, and it was painful to die.

Yan Su threw away the gun that was covered in blood and continued to talk. "Head, I will leave it on your neck for now. I will go and get it myself in the future."

"When we get back, tell the Huang family that in three days, the Huang Tian Building, which you are so proud of, will be demolished and turned into a pile of ruins."

"Also, no one who has participated in the murder of Yem Zhenfeng will be able to stay out of it! " Get ready to wear mourning clothes and kneel in front of the graves. Ask the people of the four families about the exact date. "

Huang Shaoyuan gritted his teeth and did not say a word.

"Take Huang Pengfei's body and scram back to Pengyuan County."

Yan Su turned around and left.

Bao Xiong chased after him and asked, "Brother, how do we deal with these people from the Thunder Martial Gang?"

"Break their legs and throw them out. Anyone who dares to mingle in society will be killed."

Yan Su said without thinking.

The Thunder Martial Gang would make the Cheng Emperor City history.

The Jiangzhou City where I live does not allow this kind of existence! The group of people were all scared out of their wits. They all knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Heroes, please spare us. We know we were wrong. We swear that we will never be a hooligan again."

"I'm old and I'm young! Please let me go!"

"As long as you give me a chance, I'm willing to change my past."

Bao Xiong grinned. It was too late to realize his mistake now. Miserable screams could be heard one after another.

At Mingde Hospital. The ordinary people were reluctant to leave.

Outside the ward, Yem Weihao's hope was shattered.2

The attending physician had a look of pity and said, "Young Master's injuries are too severe and cannot be cured. After the external injuries are healed, implanting a prosthetic body will make him look no different from an ordinary person..."

Yem Weihao begged, "Doctor, think of something! No matter how much it costs, as long as my son can be cured and he can become a man again, our Yem family will never frown. "

"It's not that I don't want to cure him, but there's really nothing we can do!"

The doctor pointed at the ward next door and said, "Young Master Luo's condition is the same as Young Master Ling's. He has asked all the major hospitals overseas and even sent a plane to invite the national doctor, the Divine Hand. They are all at a loss."

With that said, the doctor shook his head, closed the folder, and turned to leave.

Yem Weihao's expression darkened.

As the acting family head, he had yet to correct his son. His son had been killed.

A man who had lost his descendants, could he still be called a man? If he was not a man, he naturally did not have the right to inherit the family business.

If Yem Weihao did not have an heir, who would support him to become the family head? He would definitely be snatched away by his younger brother, Yem Changhai.

"Brother, good news!"

Yem Changhai's face was red. He walked over excitedly.

Yem Weihao was furious. He said angrily, "Are you trying to anger me? Zihao is crippled. Do you know that? Don't mention the word 'good' to me. Otherwise, I will turn against you."

Yem Changhai stopped smiling and said, "Brother, I know you are feeling uncomfortable, but good news is good news. You will feel happy and relieved when you hear it."

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