Now, everything is more straightforward.

The cigarette in the corner of Shang Yang's mouth, the smoke was rising, he was standing directly below the crystal chandelier, the figure of the whole person was particularly conspicuous, not very tall in the north, more than one meter and eight, and his physical fitness was far from that of boxers of the same grade, and his head was not even as thick as the arms of several black people behind him.

But he just stood there, his eyes unblinking, his eyes smiling and staring deeply.

Wei Lai, who was directly in front, was still holding a gun.

The trembling amplitude of his body became bigger and bigger, and his eyes were staring at Shang Yang in front of him, and then at Shang Yang is dozens of captured brothers behind him, he knew very well that if he moved his fingers slightly, not to mention Shang Yang, even those people he brought would all become living targets, and they would have no power to resist.

What a provincial capital of hooligans.

What twenty cars, a hundred men, a hundred pickaxes.

In front of the rich man, he is nothing, and in his own eyes he is an ant.

However, he couldn't shoot for a long time, his eyes couldn't wait to fall out of his sockets, his eyes were full of bloodshots, he knew that Shang Yang was the people behind him who knew very well that once he pulled the trigger, no one would be able to live, and they were all determined to die, in this case, they would definitely not be soft.

The whole person's blood was tumbling rapidly, and he felt like he was going to explode.

Angry and angry: "Shang Yang, you really think I don't dare to shoot!"

The voice was like the tiger trapped in the cage outside, with an earth-shattering instinct, but it couldn't break free from the cage.

"Smack... Smack... Bang..."

"Shhhh

The smell behind Shang Yang has become very unpleasant.

Dozens of people were soaked in sweat.

Urine can be clearly seen running down the trouser leg.

Blood stained the entire ground red.

The smell of three liquids mixed together is extremely disgusting.

The whole crowd staggered, and the people brought by Shang Yang were also afraid, as long as the trigger moved, ten would be dead, and the people of the big rich were also afraid, as soon as the gunshot rang out, they would come into contact with the first bullet.

And they can all panic, Shang Yang can't panic.

He and Wei Lai looked at each other, slowly raised his hand, took down the cigarette from his mouth, and said confidently: "Ten bets and nine frauds, since it is a gamble, there is no absolute win or loss, of course, because of my position, I have to bet that you don't dare to shoot!"

The two people beside Wei Lai were also trembling.

There is a good saying: the beater must be weaker than the beaten, and at the moment it is no longer as simple as fighting, it is clearly a massacre, not everyone can profit on the battlefield in the Middle East, and not everyone has such psychological quality, they look at the dozens of people opposite them trembling and trembling.

Wei Lai's breathing became more and more intense, and his eyes became more and more hideous.

He wanted to shoot, very much wanted to shoot.

No one can smash the rich man, and no one who comes to the rich man to make trouble, will stand up and walk out!

As long as he moves slightly, as long as he moves, this arrogant yellow-mouthed child will no longer be arrogant, and will lie on the ground like a dead dog.

He is just an ant, and if you pinch it, he will die, and he will not die again.

What capital does he have to clamor with himself, and why does he dare to talk to himself?

But why is this trigger so hard to pull?

Shang Yang also stared at him without blinking, the beads of sweat on his forehead had passed through his eyebrows, hanging on his eyelids, crumbling, but they didn't fall off, forming a crystal clear drop of water in front of his eyes, he couldn't blink at this time

Eyes, there can be no cowardice, the brave may not win, but if you don't dare to bet, you will definitely lose.

Minutes and seconds passed.

One second.

Ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

A full minute passed.

The entire hall was silent and lifeless.

Wei Lai still can't calm his heart, he has been dormant in the provincial capital for more than ten years, not high-profile, not in the limelight, and not in any public appearance, but who can really be taken into his eyes? Who has face in front of him? Is Jiang Tao awesome? His son can't even call Brother Wei every time he sees him?

Are those so-called bigwigs in the provincial capital awesome?

As long as you enter the door of the casino and lose 1 million or 10 million, you can only walk out in a gloomy way without nodding your head.

Those so-called rich businessmen?

Don't say it's the whole north, it's the people from the south who come here, dare to owe money and don't pay it back, but they can also take people to his hometown to sell their property, what they do is to intrigue with gamblers, and collecting money is to make a living by licking blood from the knife edge, who dares to splash and brush up here?

But why, the whole guy in front of him dares to rush to his own territory and kill?

It's that I haven't shown my muscles for too long.

Or is he a fool himself?

He didn't open his mouth, Shang Yang naturally couldn't open his mouth, everyone was holding their breath in their hearts, whoever opened their mouths first lost half of the momentum, today they came here, the eyes of the entire provincial capital are staring at this, if they lose, even if they can get out of the big rich, then it will completely become a joke in the provincial capital, enough to completely wipe out everything before themselves!

It can be defeated, but defeat is equivalent to notoriety.

It's better to die here.

The momentum confrontation between the two people made the air pressure in the hall higher and higher, higher and higher, and if it reached the extreme point of explosion, it could completely destroy the air-raid shelter that was claimed to resist the missile.

"Bang"

Then.

I heard that someone behind Shang Yang fell to the ground, it was a rich man who was strangled by his neck, because Shang Yang's people were too nervous, he was tired and out of breath, and he was already unconscious, and the person who strangled him saw that there was no prey in his hands, and his whole body trembled with fright, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he was weak, and his whole body was no longer trembling, but withdrawing, and his mouth kept spitting out white foam, and he was scared and convulsed!

The person on Wei Lai's left could no longer hold the gun, even if he was holding it with both hands, the head of the gun was shaking from side to side, and the amplitude was very large, and the gap between the left and right was twenty centimeters.

Wei Lai became more and more sad and angry.

There are countless grievances in my heart, and I have no skills to show!

"Shang Yang!"

He opened his mouth again and roared: "My rich man is not only in Yongcheng, but also in Dongyang, in the capital, and in the south, he has industries, and Yongcheng is only the smallest part, what qualifications do you have to show off your might in front of me!

"Da"

Shang Yang did not continue to stop in place, but walked forward in full view, and said as he walked: "There is no deserving or unworthy in this world, no one would have thought that a beggar would be the emperor, his name is Zhu Yuanzhang, no one would have thought that a cowherd baby could give a fairy, his name is Dong Yong, and no one would have thought that a twelve-year-old child could worship the prime minister, his name is Ganluo"

"I don't want food, I don't want cattle, and I don't want to herd cattle, and the third is an adult, you tell me, what else in this world is that I don't deserve to be Yang?"

He got closer and closer, closer and closer.

The people behind him shook even more, and the rout of the defensive line in his heart was in an instant.

"Ahh

The person on Wei Lai's right let out a wanton scream, closed his eyes, released the gun with both hands, and hugged it

His head was squatting on the ground, his mouth was still screaming, he was crazy, his spirit was ravaged, he got a salary of 10,000 yuan a month, and he really didn't dare to kill dozens of people...

Wei Lai didn't care about him, his eyes were still staring at Shang Yang, who was getting closer.

"Snap"

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, half of them were eye fatigue, and the other half was aggrieved, the first time in his life that he was so aggrieved.

Gritted his teeth and roared: "I am a person who is rich, we are rich and will never bow our heads like anything, you can't do it, your father can't come, no one can, you are a cub, a rabbit cub, why do you dare to be so vicious!"

"People are not ruthless, and they can't stand steadily!"

Shang Yang stared at his eyes, even if those eyes were about to swallow themselves alive, he couldn't retreat at all, step by step, step by step: "There is no right or wrong in anything, from my point of view, everything you do is wrong, so be ruthless, you must be ruthless, so ruthless that no one dares to provoke!"

Five meters.

The distance between the two was less than five meters.

Shang Yang could see the slight shaking of the muzzle.

The future can see the sweat drops on his forehead.

"Don't force me, don't force me, I've lived half my life, and I'm the same age as your father, how dare you force me!"

Wei Lai has too much unwillingness and too much imbalance in his heart, but now he can only hold it in his heart.

"Dada"

Shang Yang is shortening the distance of five meters a little, there is no moisture in his mouth, and it is scary to dry up.

Said slowly: "It's not me who forced you, it's you who cornered me!"

Three meters, and three meters.

Wei Lai suddenly became irritable and yelled like crazy: "You ask yourself, do you believe what you say?"

"Believe it or not, it's not me, it's you"

Shang Yang finished speaking and took the last step.

The two sides are close at hand.

Wei Lai suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Shang Yang's chest: "If I shoot now and promise not to move them, you bet on whether they will give up playing with their lives!"

It's an extreme question, very extreme.

Shang Yang looked at him and asked, "Do you guess that I died in a rich man, how big is the boss behind you willing to wipe your ass?" I don't understand what you do, but your boss should know where your family is..."

The two sides began to look at each other again.

Will those behind them give up resistance?

Fools know that they rely on these hostages to get out of the big rich.

How much responsibility the boss behind him can shoulder, this point needs Wei Lai to think about it himself.

Another thirty seconds passed.

Wei Lai's body trembled suddenly, staring at Shang Yang and shouting word by word: "I... Dry... You... Whole... Home!"

After saying that, he raised the muzzle of the gun and fired at the ceiling.

Extremely insane, straight bullets are completely gone.

He lost his bet!

Shoot Shang Yang to death, in case they are really nervous enough to do it, dozens of lives can't afford it, and the boss behind it will throw himself out.

I am a part-time worker, so I can't play with my life.

Shang Yang is an entrepreneur and has been playing with his life from the beginning.

"Bang!"

Shang Yang saw that there was no bullet, and instantly waved his hand and punched, Wei Lai couldn't reach it and was knocked to the ground, lying on the ground, smiling bitterly one after another, his body trembled, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, looking up at Shang Yang, with a wry smile but despair: "Shang Yang, you are too ruthless..."

Shang Yang stood beside him, lit another cigarette, lowered his head and said meaningfully: "You have to break your teeth and swallow it in my stomach..."