The gunman dropped his gun and was knocked to the ground. Old man Ge has lost confidence, he has lost confidence in himself. With such a hidden master in charge, resisting - not resisting, maybe it is the same result.

Jiang Jiashuai has no opinion. He took the gun Jiang Lingyun gave him, and without hesitation, he shot two shots at Old Man Ge's legs, and he didn't even blink his eyelids when he shot it. Looking at Old Man Ge's expression, it was as if he was looking at a dying man. Whoever hurts others will be returned.

Old man Ge, who was shot in both legs, endured severe pain. In the past, he used to shoot and hit people, but after more than 20 years, he really realized that it hurt so much when a bullet hit a person's body.

"Grandpa Ge-" Wan Sanqian's eyes widened and he shouted in shock. But his shouts could not alleviate Old Man Ge's pain in the slightest.

"You bastard, dare to shoot Grandpa Ge, believe it or not, Young Master Ben-"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his throat like a big fish bone, and he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, which was extremely uncomfortable and made him extremely unhappy.

Jiang Lingyun pinched his throat with one hand like this, and said coldly: "Believe it or not, I'll pinch you to death if I move my hands now-"

"Y-dare!" said in a low voice. However, he found that when he said these two words, the other person's hand was even harder. His hands slapped Jiang Lingyun's arm vigorously, but it didn't have any effect at all. Instead, the pain of tossing his arm was incomparable.

Although Wan Sanqian resembles an idiot, at least he is not a complete idiot. They dare to shoot in the city center, and that's because they have enough capital. But people dare to shoot directly, does that mean that people also have a lot of money?

In the past, he stayed at home, and even when he went out, he was limited to Pudi City. Now he seems to have gained a new understanding: bicyclers and torn clothes do not directly prove that they are useless.

"You can try it. Jiang Lingyun said.

Whoever offends me excessively, die!

Bai Jie pretended to be afraid, and asked weakly, "Xiaoyun, you won't kill him, will you?"

Although Bai Jie is from Huaxia Kingdom, Wanhong Group, she has heard of it in Huaxia. This company is one of the largest enterprises in Lanya. And now in cooperation with the military, he is involved in the research of a very large project. It can be said that Lanya cannot lack it, but depends on it. If this major research project is halted because of his son's accident, I am afraid that no one can afford this great responsibility.

Wan Sanqian didn't dare to try, he was afraid that once he tried, he would never be able to feel the beauty of this world again. A good life has just begun, and he doesn't want to die. There is no shortage of money, money can buy a lot of everything—he still needs to enjoy it slowly.

For Jiang Lingyun, he could feel that the power he used was not great. But Wan Sanqian, who was pinched by his throat, had already rolled his eyes. Breathing seemed slightly faint—more like a precursor to a whimper.

Jiang Lingyun let go of his hand unhurriedly, and Wan Sanqian's body fell to the ground with a soft "Peng!" sound.

"Little young master—little young master—" The old man cried out twice as his legs were bleeding.

Silent response, no response.

It looks like a dead person, and only Jiang Lingyun knows whether this idiot is dead or alive.

It happened in the center of the city, and it was at the gate of Qingyuan. This Qing Yuan is the largest entertainment venue in Pudi City.

Naturally, the security guards inside Qingyuan will not sit idly by. After all, the impact of such a thing happening here is extremely bad for a high-end multi-purpose venue.

The security guards were all well-trained elite strong men, and they were surrounded by a group at this time.

Seeing this, the leader couldn't help frowning, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

People tend to believe only what they see with their own eyes. And the situation at this moment is obviously that Jiang Lingyun and others are at fault first, even if they want to explain, it is useless.

Jiang Jiashuai did not put down the gun. It was as if he hadn't heard the man's words.

"Put the gun down—" the man repeated again.

Jiang Jiashuai glanced at the man and ignored it.

"What's going on?" came a handsome young man with short hair, his brow furrowed slightly, obviously with a hint of anger.

The appearance of this man made a lot of people and others very interested in making a way. The originally high-spirited security guards all lowered their heads at the same time, obviously one of them was a big man, and they had to be afraid.

When he saw the messy scene and several half-dead people, his brows furrowed even deeper, and his voice became deeper and deeper and said to the people around him: "Help people up." ”

"Daoless Child-" Old Man Ge's face and lips turned pale, and he screamed hard. I have shed a lot of blood, and I am old again, so I am naturally a little unbearable. However, the appearance of this man made him see great hope.

Murong Wudao nodded slightly, then glanced at Jiang Lingyun and the others, and said coldly, "What did you do?"

In Pudi City, the Murong family and Wanjia have always maintained a certain relationship, or it can also be said to be a cooperative relationship. Today's banquet was launched, and it was he Murong Wudao.

The real boss of Kiyoen keeps the mystery alive. All along, no one knew who this boss was - but the only thing that was known was that his surname was Murong.

Compound surnames are generally rare, so they are easy to remember.

"I'll do it-your mother, can you!" The clear-eyed people looked like a gang, what else did they pretend, and they dragged it like twenty-five or eighty, Chen Fanzhang was angry when he saw it.

Thirteen thousand people were helped over, but there was no sign of waking up.

"Qingyuan, it's not a place for you to go wild. Murong Wudao looked at Chen Fanzhang Dao with a condensed expression, and his face was quite cold.

Indeed, in this part of Qingyuan, even if a major case occurs, ordinary police officers do not have the courage to deal with it at all.

"There were dogs blocking our way, so we had to kick them out of the way – and then leave. Jiang Lingyun looked at him without fear.

The person who can easily take down Ge Lao, Murong Wudao believes that he has a little strength. However, as the behind-the-scenes boss of Qingyuan, his power will naturally not be limited to Pudi City. And Murong - the surname Murong alone will make people jealous.

"I repeat - put down the gun. His words were addressed to Jiang Jiashuai.

No one answered. Some were just the whistling sound of a cold wind.

He glanced at everyone, Old Man Ge was worthy of being a former mercenary, even if he was shot twice in the legs, he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly supported him.

Without too much hesitation, Murong Wudao made a phone call. "Adou came out. Yes, something happened to me, you can come and deal with it. ”