"There's another way, take your life to resist!"

The last word fell, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Lao Yu's temple, and the swarthy muzzle of the gun was like a devil asking for his life, which made people tremble.

Qiyin's hair has grown a little bit recently, although there is no less masculinity, but because of her own temperament and the good foundation of this body, it is easy to mistake her for a sunny boy.

But at this time, she hooked her lips and smiled evilly, which only made people feel cold.

Lao Wu panicked, although the gangsters have also had shootouts, but small gangs like them are almost all hand-to-hand combat, and guns are rarely seen. Generally, when there is a shootout, he hides far away, and when the time comes, he just finds the right time to talk about running.

But now, the two of them are close contact guns.

Lao Yu also panicked, he was just a scoundrel, and he was not a fool who was not afraid of heaven and earth. He never suspected that this gun was fake, and since Qiyin could get out of prison, there was no doubt that he had a real gun.

"I... Although I don't have 300,000, our boss does! Lao Yu rolled his eyes and thought of a way.

It is imperative to hold on to your life.

"Do you think your little life is worth 300,000?" The implication is that your boss will come up with 300,000 because of you?

"I, I have the handle of our boss, he will definitely take it out!" The old man swore and said.

Qiyin thought about it, anyway, sooner or later he would go to the Tiger Gang, and it would be the same if he went early or late. Besides, she's okay now, she robbed the Tigers and found herself a place to live.

"Okay! But don't play tricks on me, I'm a grudge! ”

The pistol was put back, and Lao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't dare, don't dare, where do I dare to play tricks on you?"

Old than that face, very ugly. This is the intuitive impression of Qiyin, with a sallow complexion, wrinkled skin, and small eyes, which look obscene.

But those eyes were shrewd, which was one of his merits.

It's a pity, the roots are bad.

Lao Yu took a taxi with the only money he had, and the three of them came to the headquarters of the LTTE together.

Qiyin looked at this small company, a little familiar, this is the memory of the original owner.

"Mr. Leng, you've been here too, let's go in now!" The old flattering leads the way in front.

Qiyin followed behind him with a cold face, this Tiger Gang, there is no good thing. That second-in-command, damn it, would dare to do such a thing to her boarding body.

The autumn breeze is blowing, and the company is peaceful. However, this is just an illusion, above the upper level, on the desk, more than a dozen people look at each other with sad faces, not knowing what to say.

"Boss, this month's performance is still so bad, if it goes on like this, our brothers will be hungry." Someone at the bottom couldn't help but speak, the performance has not been good in the past few months, and he has lost a lot of money.

The man on the main seat had a calm face, and his face sank even more as he looked at the worry on everyone's faces.

That national character face looks ordinary, but the momentum of a person who has been in the top position for many years also makes him have a temperament that is difficult to ignore.

"What are you panicking about?" The man looked like he was in his forties, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he was also worried about what had happened in recent months.

"I heard that the one in prison came out, do you have any ideas, say it and listen to it?"

He Jingtian has only been out of prison for a few hours, and almost everyone knows about it.