I killed the film and television world

Chapter 339 Seven Steps
What the hell is this guy talking about!
It only took one move to defeat me, and the whole process took no more than one second.

Isn’t it easy to make money?!
Killer Tony just felt depressed. It took him a long time to catch his breath.

Although his whole body was sore and painful, the blow he had just blocked was relatively intact. The injury was mainly caused by the violent impact, and he would be better after taking a breath.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, he stood up and came back.

Song Ren pushed Jiang Tiansheng's photo to him and said, "Handsome boy, take a look. Name your price."

Killer Tony picked up the photo and looked at the temple priest again.

The temple keeper nodded to him.

So, the killer Tony pointed a finger at Song Ren.

Song Ren praised: "One hundred thousand? If the reward is halved, it will be fifty thousand. I didn't expect you guys to be so humane."

Killer Tony's eyes jumped and he corrected:
"…It's one million, and it's halved."

"The other party is a well-known gang leader. Generally speaking, unless you offer a sky-high price, people in this industry will not easily accept such a job. The gain is not worth the loss."

Song Ren: "One million? You have such a big appetite, handsome boy, are you really not afraid of being overeating?"

Standing next to him, Chen Luojun began to doubt himself as he listened.

Is one million too much?
If I remember correctly, the gang leader gave Brother Haonan a deposit of about two million.

As a result, if you sell it now, you can make so much money?

It’s so easy to make money in Hong Kong Island!

But why can’t I earn…

The temple keeper sat opposite him and said calmly, "Sir, we are an open business, and we believe in mutual consent."

"The other party is a big boss of the society, and this is the price. If you can't accept it, please go back."

Song Ren: "No room for negotiation?"

The temple keeper shook his head.

Song Ren fell silent.

The temple keeper stopped talking.

He took a sip of tea, his face looking relaxed, but his eyes were extremely tense.

His eyes were closely following Song Ren's every move, and his hand quietly reached for the pistol at his waist.

As long as the other party makes any rash move, he doesn't mind giving him a bullet.

On the opposite side, Song Ren was silent, then suddenly looked up.

The temple keeper's nerves tensed up instantly.

Song Ren: "Please give me a better discount. It's really not easy for me to make money."

The temple keeper almost choked on his mouthful of tea.

Killer Tony couldn't bear it any longer and said:

"Hey! You look so evil, but you speak so mercenaryly, as if you are obsessed with money."

"How can you not even have the demeanor of a master!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ren relaxed his muscles and leaned back on the bamboo chair.

He held the teacup, took a sip, and then glanced at the other person lightly.

Killer Tony was extremely sensitive to crisis awareness and in an instant he felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar.

The other party was clearly sitting there, but the evil aura all over his body seemed to be spreading outwards like ink splashed!
The pressure was so great that cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his whole body almost froze in place.

It was not until Song Ren put down the teacup that the surging murderous aura gradually subsided.

Then, Song Ren said, "Now that we have the expert fan, can you give us a better discount?"

"..."×2
The temple priest did not speak.

At that moment, his whole body was tense, and he almost drew his gun, his eyes were dark and mysterious:

Take it!
This guy is so dangerous!
Killer Tony was frozen for a long while, and finally spoke with a difficult tone: "You are really hard to figure out."

Song Ren: "I'm talking to you about discounts, but you keep changing the subject, handsome boy, don't you want a discount?"

Killer Tony shook his head: "I can cut it in half."

The temple keeper turned his head suddenly: "Hey!"

If you cut it in half, you’ll be losing a lot!

But the killer Tony insisted: "I can reduce the reward to 500,000, but I want to ask you a question."

Song Ren: "If one question is reduced to 500,000, why don't you ask a few more?"

Killer Tony: "... Stop joking, five hundred thousand is the bottom line."

Song Ren: "Tsk, okay, go ahead and tell me."

Killer Tony: "With your ability, why don't you do it yourself? Wouldn't the success rate be higher that way?"

Song Ren: "That's it?"

"Handsome, I'm very busy. Many people are waiting for me to start work. If I have to do even the smallest things myself, then you will all be out of work."

"Caring for the lonely and helpless and creating new jobs is just my small token of appreciation."

"..."×2
Damn, this guy doesn't have a single serious word to say! ...

Song Ren took out ten stacks of banknotes from the suitcase and pushed them across:

"One hundred thousand yuan, this is the deposit."

"After the matter is completed, I will pay you the remaining 400,000."

Killer Tony: "Okay."

But just as he was about to take the money, Song Ren grabbed his wrist again.

Song Ren: "Wait, I'm talking about after the matter is done. But let me make it clear first, if the matter cannot be done, then please return the deposit."

Killer Tony looked at him in astonishment.

Song Ren: "It's not easy for me to make money, please understand."

Killer Tony almost went berserk:
I really can't understand why you easily cut my salary by 1.5 million.

Now even the deposit of 100,000 yuan is being bargained for. This is too much!

The temple keeper spoke for him: "In this line of work, rules are rules, and the deposit will not be refunded."

Song Ren: "I make a lot of money... Never mind. If I fail, I'll just change my goal. That should be fine."

After that, he took out Chen Haonan's photo:
"If you can't handle Jiang Tiansheng, then change to this target. One hundred thousand yuan is just a Hongxing gangster, which should be more than enough."

Temple keeper: "Sijiuzai, no problem."

They stayed for a while and talked about some specific matters, and finally Song Ren got up and left.

Chen Luojun followed and whispered, "Brother Haonan, who is the second photo?"

Song Ren: "Chen Haonan, the leader of Hongxing's Little Brother B."

Chen Luojun: "Why do you want to attack him?"

Song Ren said as a matter of course: "I have said that there can only be one Haonan in Hong Kong Island, and that is me, Song Haonan."

Chen Luojun: “…”

I always feel like Brother Haonan is teasing me, but I have no evidence.

When the two were about to leave the old temple, the temple keeper sitting next to the tea table suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Wait..."

Song Ren turned around: "?"

Temple keeper: "I have always had a question."

He stood up from the bamboo chair and reached to his waist with one hand:

"Compared to kung fu masters like you, which is faster, the fist or the gun?"

"I asked Zhang Tianzhi of Wing Chun before. He said that the punch is fast within seven steps. What do you think?"

"Which is faster, your fist or my gun?"

Song Ren was silent for a moment, then looked up:

"Within seven steps, you will die quickly."

"Seven steps away, you—died quickly and scattered."

As he spoke, he already had an exaggerated sniper grenade in his hand.

Stand with gun!

The shape of the sniper grenade is eye-catching enough.

Especially the large black hole with a diameter of 40 mm, which makes people's scalp tingle.

This shot can blow a person's head completely apart.

Especially at this distance, you don’t even have to aim deliberately!

There's no way to dodge it, it'll be useless if you get touched!

Song Ren confronted with a gun:

You idiot, who's going to compete with a gunman to see who's faster with his fists or his gun?

My punches are more powerful than yours!
The gun is still more powerful than you!
The temple keeper's eyes twitched.

He looked down at his beloved 9mm caliber gun that he had just taken out.

Compared with the extremely outrageous sniper grenade, the beloved gun that used to be invincible now became like a water gun, which was ridiculous.

Moreover, no one could figure out where the other party got this exaggerated and powerful weapon from!

The temple keeper's tone was a little difficult: "You...what kind of gun is that?"

As a professional killer, he is also a very famous quick shooter.

In the field of firearms, temple keepers have always had great pride.

But this time, he couldn't even name a gun.

Never seen it, never heard of it.

But this did not make him doubt the authenticity of the gun.

Because under the confrontation with the large-caliber gun, he almost felt his hair stand on end, as if he was going to be shattered to pieces in the next moment.

(End of this chapter)