Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

After Ying Mohua threatened Xia Liang, he didn't get the desired effect. Instead, Xia Liang issued a eviction order without any pain. He felt very uncomfortable. Frustrated.

However, the car had only been driving for more than ten minutes, when the driver slammed on the brakes, and Ying Mohua, who was sitting in the back seat, almost knocked his forehead on the back of the front seat, and immediately burst out with his previous anger: "How do you drive?" car?!"

"Old...boss," the driver stammered, "someone is blocking us in front."

Ying Mohua looked out of the window. In the dark night, a black car was a few steps ahead. Two strange men got out of the car. One of them held a military long gun and aimed at Ying Mohua's front. The tires of the car were pulled, and the trigger was pulled neatly, and the car body suddenly fell to one side.

Ying Mohua was a little confused for a moment, and didn't realize whether he had encountered a vicious robber or a well-trained terrorist.

Although there are bodyguards with pistols around him, most of the time their pistols are used to scare people, and there are not many opportunities to actually pull the trigger; but the two people in front of him are blatantly carrying military weapons. It doesn't seem to be in line with the rules to say nothing in person and blow one of his tires first.

In an instant, he searched in his mind a large list of blacklists with whom he had had grudges or suspicions, but he never thought of which one would have the guts to confront him face to face.

The bodyguard who was in the same car with him reacted quite cleverly. Before Ying Mo Hua could speak, he took the initiative to ask for instructions: "Boss, let me get out of the car to find out where they are from first?"

Ying Mohua nodded sullenly.

The bodyguard got out of the car and said something to the other party. The man with the long gun didn't say a word. He took two steps forward and put the gun against the bodyguard's eyebrows. The bodyguard didn't expect the other party to be so vulgar. The oil and salt did not enter, and my body froze, not daring to move.

Another man walked up to Ying Mohua's car, opened the driver's door, and uttered a word concisely: "Get out."

When the driver saw this posture, his boss probably couldn't protect himself, so he didn't dare to stand out, so he abandoned the car and fled in a very sensible manner.

After a few steps away, the man stopped him again: "Hey, if you are told to escape, you should run away honestly, don't mess with unnecessary moths."

"Yes," the driver nodded hastily, "I will never go to the police."

Ying Mohua gritted his molars hard, really wanted to shoot this useless guy.

The man walked up to Ying Mohua's car window and motioned him to get out of the car obediently.

Ying Mohua scolded his mother secretly, he didn't expect this accident when he came out this time, he brought a driver and a bodyguard with him, he was really bullied by dogs.

But after all, he is the heir of the Nelson family, and he has never seen such a big storm in the United States. Now he is just being threatened at gunpoint by two strangers of unknown origin, which will not make him lose everything.

At that moment, he just pondered for a while, then opened the door and got out of the car calmly, and asked leisurely: "Brother, what kind of enmity do you have with me, can you explain it first?"

"We have no enmity with you," the man actually had a playful smile on his face, "but if you offend our boss, we can't let you get away unscathed."

"Excuse me, who is your boss. Before Ying Mohua could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of braking behind him.

He looked back and found another black car behind him. After the door opened, two men got out, one of whom he knew was the young assistant next to Xia Liang.

No, to be precise, when he was kidnapped by him four years ago, that assistant did look a little young and young, but four years later, the assistant seemed to have undergone a complete change from the inside out—before in the summer When he lived in the old house, he almost focused all his attention on Xia Liang, and never paid much attention to this person. Now he looked at him carefully under the dim moonlight, and he found that when the assistant was sullen and silent, his whole body It exudes an indescribable murderous aura.

But soon Ying Mohua shook his head slightly, wondering if he was a little dazed, how much storm can a mere assistant go through, and where does the murderous spirit come from.

Thinking like this, Ying Mo Hua calmed down a bit.He originally thought that the enemy from the United States had chased him here, but now that he saw the identity of the other party, although he didn't know where the Xia family hired these desperadoes, he guessed that with Xia Liang's character, he wouldn't be able to make such a move. Something too outrageous.

He took a leisurely look around the three gun-wielding men and asked, "How much did the Xia family give you to act with that kid?"

No one answered his question.

Seeing the bodyguard's arm move, the man holding the long gun immediately guessed his intention, touched his waist very quickly, and slid the pistol hidden behind his waist.

The bodyguard failed to draw his gun but was confiscated, and Leng Qian came down immediately.

The man hit the bodyguard's forehead hard with the muzzle of a gun, and asked, "Boss, what should we do with this weak chicken? Do you just kill him?"

Zhou Shuo didn't even look at the bodyguard, he waved his hands and said, "I've been knocked out and thrown to the side of the road."

The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least he had saved his life—he hadn't finished thinking about it when he saw a gun butt smashed down on his head, and then he rolled his eyes and fell down silently.

Almost at the same moment, the other two men grabbed Ying Mohua's arms and were about to send them into the car. Ying Mohua still wanted to maintain his calm image, and said in his mouth: "How much money the Xia family gave you? Give you double."

The two men sneered and ignored it.

"three times!"

Still no one pays attention to him.

"Ten times!" Ying Mohua finally got a little anxious, "I will give ten times, how about it?"

One of them finally couldn't help laughing, patted his face and said, "No matter how much money you give, it's useless for us to take it there."

Ying Mohua was startled suddenly, what do you mean by this?Is there still a place where currency cannot circulate these days?Where did they come from? Could it be the underworld.

Although this conjecture is very absurd, but at this time in the dark night and windy and desolate place, he was still frightened by his own brain hole so that the hairs all over his body exploded.