Yang Zijun poured blood into his pupils and patted his chest: "Shoot here, see if your gun is fast, or my hand is fast." ”

Wan Batian took aim with his gun in both hands, and said with a crazy smile: "The surname is Yang, I have to admit that you are a ruthless character, but don't think about bluffing me with this trick, your skills are powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat my gun!"

Cui Jindong knew that Yang Zijun was powerful, and the more the situation dragged on, the more likely it was that there would be an accident, so he kept urging: "Uncle Wan, don't talk nonsense with this kid, shoot him quickly, don't give him any chance!"

As long as you kill him, I'll give you as much money as you want!"

With a gun in hand, Wan Batian's heart was much more stable, and he raised the corners of his mouth: "Kill him with one shot, it's too cheap for him, I have worked hard for more than ten years to run a business, and once it was all ruined in his hands, I want to cripple him and slowly torture him to death to relieve the hatred in my heart." ”

Yang Zijun turned his head to look at Cui Jindong and smiled contemptuously: "You really can't change your dog eating!

has a gun to give himself courage, Cui Jindong is also bolder, he roared at Yang Zijun: "You who have suffered a thousand knives, you have turned Lao Tzu into a disability, this hatred of Lao Tzu will be avenged even if he has a breath!"

Uncle Wan, shoot him quickly, I'm going to break him into pieces!"

Before Wan Batian pulled the trigger, he suddenly asked a question: "The surname is Yang, I have no grievances with you in the long past, and I have no enmity in the near future, who asked you to destroy me?"

"Nobody, I'm just here to ask for the account. Yang Zijun wiped the blood on his face.

"Want an account?" Wan Batian was stunned.

Yang Zijun reached into his trouser pocket with one hand.

"Don't move, if you dare to play tricks, I'll shoot you right now. The hand that pulled the trigger trembled a little.

Yang Zijun smiled, slowly took out a piece of blood-soaked paper from his pocket, and threw it on the desk: "This is an IOU, the principal is two million, and the interest is calculated separately." ”

Seeing the IOU on the table, Wan Batian was stupid, just for this mere two million, Yang Zijun actually washed his Jinding Trading Company in blood.

"For the sake of two million, you ruined everything for me, you really damn it!"

Bang bang bang.

Wan Batian fired three shots in a row, and the gun was aimed at Yang Zijun's chest.

Yang Zijun bent forward three times, dodged three bullets, and raised his leg to kick the gun in Wan Batian's hand away.

After all, Wan Batian is the one who licks the blood on the knife edge, and when he saw the gun in his hand being kicked away, he was desperate and had no baggage.

He took out two soft knives from his waist, brushed them, and slashed at Yang Zijun with both knives.

Yang Zijun was just about to get up, when he saw two soft knives slashing towards his vital point, he hurriedly blocked it.

What Yang Zijun didn't expect was that the two soft knives of Wan Batian were specially made, and when they encountered blocks and hard things, they would twist and deform like ropes, and finally cut the opponent at a strange angle.

The two soft knives tightly wrapped around Yang Zijun's arms, and before he could react, Wan Batian slammed the knife back.

I only heard two clicks.

Yang Zijun's arms were cut out with several bottomless bloody cuts, and if it weren't for the martial arts' secret magic to protect the body, the two arms would have been broken long ago.

Wan Batian didn't give Yang Zijun the slightest respite, brandished two soft knives, and aggressively attacked Yang Zijun.

Yang Zijun didn't have any weapons in his hand that could be blocked, and if he blocked with his bare hands, he would only make his injuries worse, so he could only temporarily dodge and move to avoid his edge.

Wan Batian became more and more courageous, and gradually forced Yang Zijun into a corner, and there was no way to retreat.

"I'll see where else you can retreat!"

Wan Batian shouted, and the two soft knives flew up and down, constantly attacking Yang Zijun's vital point.

Yang Zijun had already figured out the routine of the Wan Batian Sword Technique, so he turned defense into offense, and after dodging the attack of the two soft knives, he quickly swung a heavy punch and hit Wan Batian's head, while deliberately revealing a flaw.

Wan Batian was really fooled, he was more relaxed than Yang Zijun's fists, and the two knives slashed at Yang Zijun's back together.

Yang Zijun was waiting for this moment, he shook his spirit, turned sideways, dodged the slash of the double knife, grabbed Wan Batian's wrist with both hands at the same time, and pinched it with ten successes.

Two clicks.

The bones in Wan Batian's wrist were all shattered, and two soft knives fell to the ground.

Wan Batian screamed, but did not give up resisting, but fiercely pounced on Yang Zijun, wanting to bite him to death.

Yang Zijun deftly dodged, dodged the pounce, stretched out his leg and stumbled lightly, and Wan Batian fell to the ground like a puppet that lost his balance.

Yang Zijun kicked him twice and shattered his shoulder blades, then flipped him over and punched him twice, shattering all the teeth in Wan Batian's mouth.

"Ahem...... "Ahem" Wan Batian spit out all his teeth, raised his head, and still refused to admit defeat, "Lao Tzu will be buried with you when he dies today." ”

He slammed up and rushed towards Yang Zijun again.

Without the threat of the soft knife, there is nothing to fear.

Yang Zijun raised his leg and kicked him to the ground, the force was so great that it shattered all of Wan Batian's ribs.

Wan Batian lay on the ground and was dying, he coughed and gasped: "You kill me!"

"I'm here to ask for an account, not to kill someone, if you hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have killed on a killing spree!"

Yang Zijun said calmly.

"Who the hell are you?" Wan Batian struggled to look up.

"If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, Yang Zijun. Yang Zijun said domineeringly.

Wan Batian suddenly broke down and cried bitterly: "Please spare my life, as much as you want, just leave me with one life." ”

"I only need the two million on the IOU, and the interest you give is as much as you want, and I don't want any excess. ”

Yang Zijun picked up the IOU from the table and threw it on the ground.

Wan Batian cried even more: "The money is in the safe, and the password is nine-five-two-seven." ”

Yang Zijun found a box, opened the safe, carefully counted out two million and put it in the box, then turned around and asked Wan Batian: "Ten percent interest is not much, right?"

Wan Batian was very sad, he could have sent Yang Zijun away for more than two million, but he had to go against him, so that he ended up like this, and he could only blame himself for being too stupid for such a result.

He cried and nodded: "Not much, not much......"

Yang Zijun counted out another 200,000, put it in the box, carefully closed the safe, picked up the box, and planned to leave.

When he was about to walk to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and walked to the desk, and reached out and pulled out Cui Jindong who was hiding underneath.

"Grandpa, spare your life, I don't dare anymore, please, Mom, come and save me. ”

Cui Jindong was so frightened that he cried and was incontinent.

Yang Zijun pulled his hair, threw him to the ground, and then stepped on his chest, and without hesitation, twisted his cervical vertebrae.