Chapter 56

At the same time, the little brother who had been standing at the door, and another person who flashed in from outside, blocked the doorway, their cold gazes fixed on the two of them.

The gang leader who stood up from his seat and the two little brothers blocking the doorway made Ceng Hongbing, who had been indignant just a moment ago, suddenly calm down as if doused with a basin of ice water.

After coming to his senses, cold sweat broke out!

He only then remembered that he wasn't at the bank handling business, but was speaking with a gang big brother, and moreover was in America.

This could get you killed!

This is still force of habit! Back home, Northeasterners have big tempers, often arguing over a single sentence, even coming to blows, but it's far from being a matter of life and death.

Just now he also momentarily lost his temper and forgot where he was; thinking back now, he regretted calling Chen Yaozu to keep him company in the first place.

His own problems are his own business, but if he implicated Chen Yaozu and got him killed too, how could he face that!

A man in his several decades, reduced to doing black labor, what's the point of such a big temper!

He forced himself to turn back and put on a smiling face for that gang boss: "Big Brother, that... just now my brain wasn't working right, I couldn't turn the corner.

How about this, the money stays with you for the transfer, handling fee 30% is 30%, younger brother has no second word! You see if this works!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Standing up, walking before Ceng Hongbing, the gang leader Hui Ge pointed at him and cursed: "30% was the price just now, now the handling fee is 50%, you dead North guy!"

"If unwilling, then take your money to the outside casino, play until 10 o'clock tonight, however much money is left at that time, or however much you won, you can take it all away!

Which one do you choose? Ah North guy!"

While speaking, he also reached out wanting to pat Ceng Hongbing's face, the strength used might not be great, but the insult was extreme.

However, his hand was caught by someone, not Ceng Hongbing reaching out to block, but Chen Yaozu.

Chen Yaozu caught the hand the other party wanted to use to slap and insult Ceng Hongbing, pulled it and pressed it down.

Even though this fairly fat and strong gang leader struggled, he still couldn't shake his downward pulling motion in the slightest.

"What are you doing, let go of Hui Ge!"

The suited bespectacled man on the side, seeing his own boss's hand actually caught by the other party, instantly got anxious, jumped up and berated!

Chen Yaozu smoothly let go of the hand.

Gang leader Hui Ge took the opportunity to retreat two steps, somewhat surprised as he sized up this person who had been unflappable from the moment he entered, and calm throughout.

He rubbed his wrist which seemed to have just been clamped by pliers, coldly snorted: "Your strength is quite great, Cantonese guy!"

Hearing this sentence, the suited bespectacled man seemed to recall something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said:

"Hui Ge, I remember who he is! It's the one from the news, that Kung Fu master who knocked someone flying with just a turn of his shoulder!"

Hearing him say this, that Hui Ge also remembered who this person was, this is an expert! And an expert who kills as soon as he moves! So his reaction was very fast, he retreated a step and with a click drew a handgun from his lower back, chambered a round, reached out and pressed it against Chen Yaozu's forehead: "Ah Lin Bei remembered.

The news says, that woman is still lying in the hospital between life and death, very likely to become a vegetable lying in bed for a lifetime.

Looks like, your Kung Fu is very formidable! Without even moving your hands, you can leave someone between life and death! But, you think you're good at fighting?

What fucking use is being able to fight!"

Hui Ge used the gun to poke Chen Yaozu's head forward a few times: "

Surviving in the underworld requires power, requires guns! You're so good at fighting, right? Great hero!

Let's see if your Kung Fu is fast, or Lin Bei's gun is fast!

Cantonese guy, times have changed! Still thinking it's the late Qing Dynasty Guangdong Ten Tigers Huang Feihong!

You can fight, come fight me one right now!"

To tell the truth, the feeling of having a gun pressed against your head is truly hair-raising; people who have never had a gun pressed against them can never experience this helplessness of having your life pinched in someone else's fingertips.

Chen Yaozu slowly raised both hands: "This big brother, be careful of accidental discharge!"

That Hui Ge was just about to sneer, without nonsense immediately pulled the trigger, wanting this great hero to taste the flavor of peanuts in his head! Not like TV villains who drag it out for half a day, still saying half a day of nonsense; gang people do things seeking one thing: neat and decisive, and also not afraid of killing.

But just at the moment of pulling the trigger, he discovered his hand suddenly went out of his control.

Immediately after, the Cantonese great hero before him who he was pointing the gun at, suddenly reached out and snatched the gun away, conversely pressing it against his own head.

The events of this instant, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, were swift as thunder leaving no time to cover ears, the offense-defense reversal completed in a split second.

"Ah Hui Ge, right!

Having a gun pointed at your head, how does it feel? So I really hated the feeling of you pointing a gun at my head just now!"

"Let go of Hui Ge!"

The first to react, naturally wasn't the suited bespectacled man, but the two little brothers standing at the doorway, the two of them quickly took out handguns from their pockets, but it was already too late.

"Bang bang!"

"Ah..."

Two shots, not a single shot missed, directly shattering the palms of the two little brothers drawing their guns.

Chen Yaozu's powerful control, even at the moment just now when the handgun fired and the bullet left the chamber, his gun-holding hand didn't tremble in the slightest, steady as a rock! Following the gunshots, after the miserable screams two handguns heavily fell to the ground, also startling awake the dumbfounded Ceng Hongbing.

But his reaction was also fast, a flying pounce, he grabbed the two handguns fallen on the ground, quickly retreated to that suited bespectacled man, pointed the gun at him trembling and roared: "Squat down, hands on head, otherwise I... I'll shoot you dead!"

The suited bespectacled man was dumbfounded by this sudden change, when he came to his senses, he discovered he had already become a hostage.

However, seeing that Northeasterner pointing a handgun at him actually put his finger on the trigger, he was so scared his speech became unstable: "Big Brother, finger off the trigger, this gun's safety is on the trigger, you placing your hand like this easily causes accidental discharge!"

Whether it was the gun Chen Yaozu snatched from gang leader Hui Ge, or the two guns Ceng Hongbing picked up, they were all Glock handguns.

This thing's main features are large magazine capacity, max 19 rounds, another is no external safety, one of the weapons most loved by American gang members.

"He hasn't even chambered a round, fundamentally doesn't know how to use a gun, what are you afraid of, draw and shoot him!

I'll block this one, you kill those two to avenge me!"

As the leader, Hui Ge suddenly shouted in their dialect.

Everyone fighting for the first time knows, the moment you make a move, you'll inexplicably tremble, breathe heavily, feel guilty.

After you've fought many times, these symptoms disappear.

Playing with guns is the same!

Shooting someone with a gun, whether in his previous life or this one, was Chen Yaozu's first time, so his breathing became much heavier, especially since these two shots of his hit the hand.

This allowed Hui Ge, a gang leader with exceptionally rich experience, to judge that he was shooting a person for the first time; then what about killing a person for the first time?

Would he hesitate? So he spoke up to have the suited bespectacled man draw his gun, aiming to make the muzzle of the gun in this Guangdong man's hand shift direction, giving him an opportunity while the other either straightforwardly shot the bespectacled man dead or hesitated over whether to shoot.

Because, he still had a handgun under the tea table.

(Chapter End)