Song Chenggong's eyelids jumped and he didn't respond.

Zhou Jian leaned against the wall and walked towards this side.

"Ah Jian, you go back." This kid was already injured, the sword had no eyes, if the man on the other side launched a madness, where would Zhou Jian still have the strength to dodge at that time?

However, the man's attention had been attracted by Zhou Jian, and his knife was a little closer to Song Chenggong's body, but he said to Zhou Jian, "You come here." ”

"Then can you let my dad go?" Zhou Jian seemed to be addicted, and he looked at the man with a frightened expression.

What is more important in the eyes of parents than their children?

The man chose Zhou Jian as a matter of course, and he urged impatiently, "Hurry up, or I'll kill your father." ”

Grunt.

Before Zhou Jian arrived, the man's stomach rang.

It seems that he is not lightly hungry.

Hunger made him even more anxious, he quickly pulled Zhou Jian over, the knife against Zhou Jian's back, "Hurry up and get the money, Lao Tzu doesn't have time to talk to you here, you can't afford 10 million, then 8 million." ”

"If you don't take me, kill him, and then let you be ruined, you can do it yourself." Thinking of what he suffered a few days ago, the man felt that five million was too little, anyway, he was barefoot, and he was not afraid of Song Chenggong, a businessman wearing gold shoes, at all.

Now that Zhou Jian is threatened, Song Chenggong really can't bargain anymore, as for eight million-

"Okay, I'll go get the money." Song Chenggong said.

"You're staying here." The man rejected Song Chenggong's intention to leave, he pointed to the sofa, and then said, "Let your wife bring the money, I know she's at home." ”

To say that although this man is nervous and anxious, his IQ is still online, and he knows that he has to pull out the Song family and put it under his nose.

"My wife is not in good health and is resting, don't you just want money, I'll give it to you, anyway, my 'son' is still in your hands." Song Chenggong's expression was really strange when he said 'son'.

Zhou Jian smiled.

"Then hurry up, I'll tell you, don't think about calling the police, and don't expect to save him now, if you really annoy me, I can get out."

Song Chenggong turned his gold watch, and his face turned cold.

After all, he has been a successful person for so many years, and Song Chenggong himself is tall and full of momentum, he can still bluff people.

"If you hurt him before I come down, I'll let you walk around without food."

The man's eyes flickered, and he said dryly, "Then you can get the money quickly." ”

With a cold snort, Song Chenggong left.

The man quietly wiped the cold sweat from his palm and pushed Zhou Jian to sit on the sofa.

Pulled the wound, Zhou Jian hissed.

The man looked over.

The mobile phone that Zhou Jian had been holding in his palm slammed into the man's eyes, and at the same time flipped over the sofa and jumped down.

"Damn, you're looking for death!" The man covered his eyes in pain and stabbed at Zhou Jian with a knife.

The escape movement was too big, involving the wound, and Zhou Jian's strength seemed to be suddenly withdrawn, and he bent down and covered his ribs.

The man jumped over the sofa, grabbed the knife, and stabbed Zhou Jian in the back.

Bang Dong –

A cardboard box hits the man in the back.

The man didn't stand firmly, but when he was smashed like this, the whole person leaned forward, used to the ground, and the knife fell at Zhou Jian's feet.

Zhou Jian immediately kicked the knife away and smiled at the person behind the man: "Ah Yi, we really have a tacit understanding." ”

It turned out that at some point, Song Yi appeared behind the two, she was holding a box of canned food in her hand, and nearly ten catties of the box hit the man.

The man was already hungry and about to collapse, where could he hold on.

The man wanted to get up.

Song Yi picked up the box and smashed it hard.