?Some people can only describe it in one word, that is "stinky!" There is no doubt that Dong Biyang is such a person. He was beaten up, lost several teeth and had a few broken ribs. He finally became honest, as if the wild dog after being beaten, pitiful and hateful.

Qiu Yu naturally would not pity this kind of bitch. The reason why he gave those girls face was because he had to get back the money he deserved, three million US dollars, why not? Based on this, he sneered, "I'll give you an hour, and you have someone give me three million US dollars to me, otherwise you will let your family wait to collect the body, and the countdown will begin." He raised his wrist and looked at the Patek Philippe watch, and then said, "It's 11:52 now. If I don't see the money in an hour, hehe..."

Qiu Yu didn't say the words after that, but only replaced them with a gloomy smile, full of murderous aura. Dong Biyang was so scared that he hurriedly reached out and touched his body, and took out the phone in a hurry. Fortunately, the Blackberry phone he used was quite strong and had not been kicked out just now. He quickly called his father and cried, "Dad, I lost three million to someone else and was detained. If I don't give it, I'll be in danger of life. You should bring the money to redeem me."

The person who answered the phone was Dong Qiufeng, the president of New York Henglian Group. He was shocked when he heard that his son was detained and asked, "Yangyang, how are you now?"

Dong Biyang cried and said, "Dad, please stop asking, bring the money quickly, they will only give me an hour. If you can't see the money, you will kill me..."

Dong Qiufeng was also panicked and said hurriedly: "Son, don't worry, I'll go there right away."

After the call ended, Dong Biyang looked up and said pitifully: "Master Qiu, please wait a moment first. My dad will send the money in the shortest time."

"Anyway, it's an hour. I've already made it clear. If the money is not enough, you will die... Give me the things in your arms first?" Qiu Yu still pointed at the other party's head in his right hand, and reached out with his left hand.

Dong Biyang was shocked and asked in discomfort: "What?"

Qiu Yu snorted coldly, "You are pretending to be confused with me. Don't think I don't know. You have a pistol hidden in your arms. Hand it over quickly?"

Originally, that was Dong Biyang's last bargaining chip. He thought to himself that if Qiu Yu really didn't let him go, then he would pull out his gun and shoot it to the death. However, this hidden secret was called to the face of someone, which made him helpless and could only whisper, "Okay..."

Dong Biyang reached into his arms very slowly with his right hand and took out a very exquisite silver pistol from it. It was one of the famous guns, the Bereta 92f pistol. The grip of the gun is made of aluminum alloy, which reduces weight. The double-row magazine capacity reaches fifteen rounds, and the trigger guard is large, making it easier to shoot with gloves.

Men all love guns. Seeing this gun, Qiu Yu's eyes lit up. He snatched it and praised: "This gun is good, it's confiscated." He took it directly for himself and put it on the back, and then said coldly: "You are smart kid, you didn't take out the gun, otherwise you would have been bulleted now."

Cold sweat ejaculated from Dong Biyang's forehead, and he felt lucky that the boy knew that he had a gun hidden on him. If he really put the gun on his face, he would probably have been shot.

"What are those guys? They still have guns?" Qiu Yu asked.

"They...they are from the Nanping Gang." Dong Biyang answered helplessly.

Locksanie twisted her graceful body and approached her disdainfully: "What is the Nanping Gang? It's just a bunch of Vietnamese monkeys. Is it worthy of them, just because they want to call the wind and rain in New York?"

Ruan Dangxing and five Nanping Gang members fell to the ground. Although they were seriously injured, they still had fierce faces and glared at the girl who spoke wildly.

When he noticed this bad gaze, Locksani was furious. Frost appeared on her pretty face and cursed: "Bastard, do you dare to glare me, are you unconvinced? Believe it or not, let your Nanping Gang disappear from New York with one word... I'll let you glare and give me a gun."

Qiu Yu smiled and handed over the old-fashioned pistol he held, and indignantly told him: "If you have a lot of recoil, be careful."

Locksanie smiled charmingly, "Thank you for your concern, but I started playing with guns at the age of twelve. Are you still afraid of recoil?" She took the pistol and pointed it directly at Ruan Dangxing, who looked like a monkey, and pulled the trigger twice in succession.

"Bang bang!"

After two gunshots, Ruan Dangxing was shot in both legs and knees, screaming in pain, and then he deeply realized the girl's cruel style.

The cherry lips opened lightly and blew the curling blue smoke from the muzzle. Locksani asked with a smile: "How is my shooting skills?"

"Good shooting skills!" Qiu Yu praised with a thumbs up.

Loxani giggled, "Actually, it's even worse than you. You shot very accurately and competed with Elsa. Moreover, your flying knife is simply awesome!"

When he lifted the flying knife, Qiu Yu remembered that his Yuezhan Xiaodao was still stuck on the guy's wrist. He walked over quickly and bent down to pull the Xiaodao from Ruan Dangxing's injury.

There was no trace of blood on the moon slash, and it was still as bright as before, and the colorful light floated away on the knife. As his wrist trembled, the knife penetrated into his sleeve and disappeared.

The sound of vehicles driving at high speed came from the streets in the distance. A convoy gradually came to the forefront. There were more than a dozen cars driving near to stop.

Among the vehicles coming, one Rolls-Royce is the most conspicuous, and the other Bentley is also an absolute luxury car. The rest cover various brands, mostly off-road vehicles.

Inside the Rolls-Royce is Dong Qiufeng, president of New York Henglian Group, and inside the Bentley sedan is his third brother Dong Kuangfeng. Other vehicles carry security personnel within the company, with dozens of people.

More than 30 security personnel in suits and tie got out of the car and looked vigilantly at the group of people opposite. The door of the Bentley opened and Dong Kuangfeng came out of the car. He was a thin middle-aged man with a suitcase in his hand. The driver opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and finally got off the car was an old guy with a big back. He was the president Dong Qiufeng.

When these people looked at Dong Biyang, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, they all took a breath and couldn't help but feel angry. Someone actually beat the eldest son like this. Isn't that asking for death?

The Dong brothers are not ordinary people. When they were in China, they were also a slut, and they were like scams. They came to New York more than 20 years ago to hunt for gold, set up a plan to frame several wealthy Chinese businessmen, occupied their assets, made ill-gotten gains, and developed by any means. They made all kinds of black money, but they even grew stronger like snowballs and became super rich.

The two brothers have always been notorious in the Chinese circle. How could they swallow this anger? At that time, their faces turned ashen and they hurried over in anger.
Chapter completed!