Before they could enter the negotiations, a group of men rushed over.

Ronan was not surprised by this, and picked up the folding stool next to him.

He could be reckless with a cursed hammer, but it was powerful enough to kill someone.

"I haven't settled the account for kicking me, up!"

Seeing Paul's men rushing up, Ronan turned on his powerful skills.

Only a folding stool was used, and they screamed when they were photographed.

Seeing the fight, many people eating melons in the billiard room quickly fled and were very skilled.

Paul's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw his men fall to the ground and howl miserably.

He thought he was lucky to meet this handsome guy, but now it seems that the other party took the initiative to come to the door.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Save your life. Ronan used the usual trick of lobbyists, bluffing the other party first.

"Huh. Paul snorted coldly, without the intention of negotiating: "Growing up, no one has ever dared to kick my ass." Now that you're coming to the door, you want to bluff me with such words, dreaming!"

Ronan frowned, he didn't expect this conceited young master to care about this.

Since Britney's archive for the rescue was overwritten, he had to re-read the archive in the financial company's bathroom.

Leaving the company at 4 p.m., I used the lottery shop to swipe a suit and mobile phone.

I arrived at Washington Square at about half past five, sketched and waited until the concert was over at seven o'clock and handed it to Britney.

After the show, he took a taxi to Pikett Street and rescued Britney.

It's just that after kidnapping Paul this time, Ronan took the gun away and didn't kick him in the ass.

Follow Britney back to the Med Hotel and enter Room 1616.

After declining the invitation to study, Ronan left the Dread Hotel and headed straight for the billiards room on Packett Street.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people in the billiard room, where Paul and his men were playing.

Seeing Ronan enter, he slapped the table and got up: "Damn, dare to come back and beat him!"

His men rushed over with daggers and clubs, and suddenly they stopped.

Ronan pulled out his pistol, walked over to Paul, and pressed it against his temple: "Have your men hand over their guns." ”

Paul was pressed to his head by the black muzzle, cold sweat broke out, and he had a bitter face: "No...... No. ”

"I saw it all when I left, and I dare to say no?"

Paul gave his men a look, and one of them pulled the trigger directly from his bosom with a pistol......

Let's go.

Finger-length flames came out of the muzzles, and the pistols turned out to be lighters.

"Look, it's all lighters...... Paul smiled awkwardly, raising his hand to press down the barrel.

Ronan snorted coldly and opened the safety bolt: "Then your one is also a lighter?"

"No, no, no, this is true, don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Hearing the safety bolt being opened, Paul was completely panicked and looked at his subordinates: "Hey, what are you guys doing in a daze, get on fire!"

Six of his men pulled the trigger, and without exception, all of them were lighters.

It's no wonder that Paul gets into a fight with others and gets beaten like that.

"Come today, in addition to returning the gun, I'm here to save your life. With that, Ronan unloaded the bullets from the magazine and placed the pistol on the pool table as a sign of sincerity.

If these people don't learn their lesson, if they have to force it, he doesn't mind turning on powerful skills and teaching them a good lesson.

"What do you mean to save my life?" Paul frowned, glancing at the pistol on the pool table.

His hand lifted slightly, and then retracted it.

In this timeline, because Paul and his men played Britney Spears, they were countered by this handsome guy, which is a loss.

Now that the other party has come to the door and returned the gun, the matter is far from being negotiable.

Paul temporarily dismissed the idea of letting his men rush up, wanting to hear what they were trying to say.

"Do you know who the woman stopped in the afternoon?"

Paul smiled a little hard and shook his head, "How do I know?" ”

The girl had a hot body, sunglasses and a mask on her face, and based on previous experience, her appearance should not be bad.

"That's the daughter of the head of the British Embassy!" Luo flickered at Paul's square face, and the corners of his mouth flashed coldly: "If you really take her away and cause diplomatic conflicts between the two countries, see who can protect you." ”

Paul took a puff of his stuffy cigarette, his eyes full of distrust.

"If you don't believe me, you can call the embassy and ask. See what will happen to him when he knows what will happen to his baby daughter after being intimidated by a gun. ”

Ronan was very confident and did not panic at all.

If Paul had really called, he could have read the file and make another excuse.

For a gang like him, the reputation of a local official may not be able to bluff him.

But if it is elevated to the level of national diplomacy, they will not dare to mess around.

In order to calm things down, the state does not mind destroying such a self-operated organization.

"Fight, why don't you fight?"

"No, brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us, you can explain it to me......" Paul saw that Ronan was earnest, not like a fake, and a little cowardly.

After all, his family is just one of the local organizations in New York, and the scale is not large.

He can't afford to undermine the diplomacy between the two countries, and neither can the entire family.

"Explain?" Ronan looked Paul back and forth and snorted, "If I hadn't snatched the gun, would you still be going to pull out the gun, huh! Do you know what that means?"

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, brother. ”

Ronan noticed something strange in Paul's eyes, squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of someone approaching behind him, turned on his power and pulled back, and used a Kabuda over-the-shoulder throw......

Uh, it seems to reveal the age.

The subordinates who beat the sticks were simply thrown to the ground and fainted directly.

Paul's eyes widened as he looked at his men who had fallen to the ground.

"Don't worry, you can't die. What kind of tricks are you going to play again, watch out for you're welcome!"

Paul rubbed his forehead, looking a little aggrieved and helpless: "Friend, it's all a misunderstanding, really." Let's stop going around in circles, what do you want to do here, you might as well tell us straight. ”

"Okay, let's get straight to the point. Ronan nodded: "New York's black market exchange, you know?"

"Black market exchange?" Paul was stunned, looking a little embarrassed: "What are you asking about this?"

"Where is so much nonsense, you tell me to know, or you don't know. ”

"Yes, of course I do. Paul smiled a little forcefully.

"Do you know how to get in?"

"Well...... Paul paused, his tone a little smug, "Man, the black market exchange isn't that easy to get into." ”

His gaze swept back and forth over Ronan: "Just the status and identity level, you may not be qualified." Unless...... You are the son-in-law of the head of the embassy, hahaha. ”

After saying this witty remark, Paul laughed alone.

Seeing that no one around him cooperated, his embarrassed smile gradually froze.

Ronan bowed his head, raised his eyes and asked, "My identity and status are not matched, how can I get in?"

Paul smiled politely, "Then it can't be helped, brother. This kind of internal auction only accepts characters like me with heads and faces, you, it's no fun at all. ”

"Oh?" Ronan raised an eyebrow, "So, what do you mean...... Can you go in?"

Paul's smile disappeared instantly, and he slapped himself violently.

Syllable!