Some people can only use one word to describe it, that is, "cheap!" There is no doubt that Dong Biyang is this kind of person, he was beaten fat, lost several teeth, and broke a few ribs, and finally became honest, like a wild dog after being beaten, pitiful and hateful.

For this kind of slut, Qiu Yu naturally won't be merciful, the reason why he gave those girls face is because he still wants to get back the money he deserves, three million dollars, why not. Based on this, he sneered, "I'll give you an hour, and you can ask someone to send me three million dollars obediently, otherwise let your family wait to collect the body, and the countdown begins." He raised his wrist and looked at his Patek Philippe watch, and said, "It's 11:52, and in an hour, I don't see the money, hehe......"

Qiu Yu didn't say the next words, only replaced them with a gloomy smile, full of murderous aura, so frightened that Dong Biyang's soul was not possessed, he hurriedly reached out to touch his body, and hurriedly took out the phone, fortunately, the BlackBerry mobile phone he used was quite sturdy, and it was not kicked out just now. He hurriedly called his father and said with a grin: "Dad, I lost three million to others and was seized, if I don't give it, my life will be in danger, you quickly bring money and come over to redeem me." ”

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

Dong Biyang said with a cry: "Dad, don't ask, hurry up and bring the money, they only give me an hour, if I can't see the money, they will kill me......"

Dong Qiufeng also panicked, and said hurriedly: "Son, don't worry, I'll go over immediately." ”

At the end of the call, Dong Biyang raised his head and said pitifully: "Master Qiu, you wait for a while, my father will send the money over in the shortest possible time." ”

"It's an hour anyway, I've made it very clear, and you'll have to die if you don't have the money when the time comes...... Give me what you have in your arms first?" Qiu Yu held the gun in his right hand still pointed at the opponent's head, and his left hand reached out again.

Dong Biyang was taken aback, and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What?"

Qiu Yu snorted coldly: "You are still pretending to be confused with me, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, you have a pistol hidden in your arms, hurry up and hand it over?"

Originally, that was Dong Biyang's last bargaining chip, and he thought in his heart that if Qiu Yu really didn't let him go, in that case, he would desperately pull out his gun and shoot, and break the net with a fish. However, this hidden secret was revealed to his face, which made him very helpless, so he could only whisper, "Okay......"

Dong Biyang's right hand stretched out into his arms extremely slowly, and took out a very delicate silver pistol from it, which was one of the famous guns, the Beretta 92F pistol. The grip of the gun is made entirely of aluminum alloy, which reduces weight, the double-row magazine capacity reaches fifteen rounds, and the trigger guard is large for easy shooting with gloves.

Men love guns, seeing this gun, Qiu Yu's eyes obviously lit up, he snatched it up, and praised: "This gun is good, it's confiscated." He directly took it for himself and put it on his waist, and then said coldly: "Count you kid smart, you didn't take out the gun, otherwise, you would have been bulleted by now." ”

Cold sweat oozed from Dong Biyang's forehead, and he felt lucky, that kid even knew that he had a gun on him, if he really took the gun, he was afraid that he would have been shot.

"What's the matter with those guys, they still have guns?" asked Qiu Yu.

"They...... They are members of the Nanping Gang. Dong Biyang replied helplessly.

Loxani twisted her graceful body and approached, and said disdainfully: "What Nanping Gang, it's just a bunch of Vietnamese monkeys, just because they also want to call for wind and rain in New York, are they worthy?"

Ruan Dangxing and the other five members of the Nanping Gang fell to the ground, although they were not lightly injured, their faces were still fierce, and they glared angrily at the girl who spoke wildly.

Realizing this unkind gaze, Loxani was furious, frost appeared on her white and pretty face, and scolded: "Bastard, you dare to stare at me, are you not convinced, believe it or not, I will make your Nanping Gang disappear from New York...... I'll let you stare and give me the gun. ”

Qiu Yu smiled and handed over the old-fashioned pistol he was holding, and instructed uneasily: "The recoil is very strong, you be careful." ”

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

"Bang bang!"

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

Sakura's lips opened lightly, blowing the curling green smoke on the muzzle, and Roxani smiled and asked, "How is my marksmanship?"

"Good marksmanship!" Qiu Yu gave a thumbs up.

Roxani giggled, "Actually, it's worse than you, you shoot accurately, and you have a fight with Elsa." Moreover, your throwing knives are simply a must!"

Lifting the flying knife, Qiu Yu remembered that his Moon Slash knife was still on that guy's wrist, he walked over quickly, bent down and pulled out the knife from Ruan Dangxing's injury.

There was not the slightest trace of blood on the moon slash, it was still as bright as ever, and the colorful light was floating on the sword. With a flick of his wrist, the knife sank into his sleeve and vanished.

The sound of high-speed vehicles was heard on the street in the distance, and a convoy gradually approached, with a total of more than a dozen cars, driving to a stop in front of the front.

Among the vehicles that came, a Rolls-Royce was the most conspicuous, another Bentley was also an absolute luxury car, and the rest covered various brands, mostly off-road vehicles.

Sitting in the Rolls-Royce is Dong Qiufeng, president of the New York Henglian Group, in the Bentley sedan is his third brother Dong Hurricane, and the other vehicles are carrying the company's internal security personnel, there are dozens of people.

More than thirty security personnel in suits and leather shoes got out of the car and looked at the group of people opposite with wary eyes. The Bentley door opened, and Dong Hurfeng got out of the car, a thin middle-aged man carrying a suitcase in his hand. The driver opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and the last person to get out of the car was a very stylish old guy, with a big back comb, it was President Dong Qiufeng.

When these people looked at Dong Biyang, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him with a bloodstained face, they all gasped, and couldn't help but be angry.

The Dong brothers are not ordinary people, when they were in Huaxia, they were also born as bastards, equivalent to the kind of old thousands, who came to New York more than 20 years ago to pan for gold, set up a bureau to frame a few wealthy Chinese businessmen, embezzled people's assets, made ill-gotten gains, developed by unscrupulous means, made any black money, and actually snowballed and grew and became super-rich.

The brothers have always been notorious in the Chinese circle, how can they swallow this bad breath, their faces turned blue at that time, and they hurriedly walked over angrily.