Age of Dreams

Not only Ming Ye, but the people behind him also saw the strange behavior of the bodyguard.

Then he looked down the other brownish-yellow besides the white shirt, but it was a holster.

A black handle can be seen inside the holster.

No one thinks this will be fake.

So they all took a breath.

People with guns who don't speak Cantonese will certainly not be plainclothes policemen on duty, and they may not even be from Hong Kong.

It's not Hong Kong people who can openly carry a gun in Hong Kong, so their identity...or the identity of their master is absolutely amazing and expensive!

That's right.

A pistol is not the same as holding a gun.

If it is a low-spirited killer, they will only hold the gun between the waist or hide it in the bag.

Such as this is obviously the way the police and bodyguards with professional gun licenses wear it. It is definitely full of confidence, and people are not afraid of the police to investigate.

Master Ming is on a mixed road, and he has natural eyesight.

I thought it was just a few fierce people who came to Hong Kong to ask for a living, duckweed without a foundation, no matter how powerful it is.

But now people are obviously iron plates, even steel plates, let alone him, the person behind him, it is definitely a rhythm that can only be kneeling.

The change from an arrogant smile to a flattering expression is indeed a test of skill. Ming Ye always thought he was strong, but he changed this completely different expression in just three seconds.

"Brothers, look at my stinky mouth, I really deserve a fight! I should fight!" Ming Ye said in crappy Mandarin, nodding and bowing while gently hitting his face with his hands. Keep your eyes on the bodyguards, and if they are unsatisfied, you can put more emphasis on them.

It's nothing to hit yourself, and it's not a face hit if you ask someone else to hit it. A little carelessness is the end of a broken hand and a broken foot, and there is no place to reason.

"roll!"

There was no him in the eyes of the bodyguard, and he drank coldly again.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, sorry, sorry!"

The big bald man smiled shyly like a young man. The subordinates didn't mean to despise him.

It's not Hong Kong in the 70s and 80s anymore. Who can do anything with a gun?

To protect yourself and make a lot of money is the goal that the new generation of gangsters should pursue!

"Wait!"

Ming Ye was turning around to leave, when suddenly he heard a clear voice. I still speak Cantonese.

His heart jumped and he wanted to pretend to walk forward without hearing, but suddenly saw that following the shout, several people in black flashed out from the side, blocking his way forward.

Looking at the exactly the same clothes, the hard goods with slightly bulging under the armpits of the thin suits, and the almost identical sturdy and indifferent breath, the sweat of the bald man immediately flowed down.

Mother!

This time I'm out for extra money. The danger is so great!

In no way, he could only turn around and saw a few bodyguards get away. Two teenagers came over.

One was the boy he was looking for in the red T-shirt and jeans, and the other was the boy who had just eaten with him and looked up at himself. He looked only in his twenties.

"Come, let's talk aside."

Xiao Qi looked at them and smiled. He and Yang Xue first walked aside.

Five or six bodyguards gathered around and let Ming Ye pass by himself. But he watched his men.

One of Mingye's subordinates wanted to struggle impatiently, only to reach out his hand. It was put down neatly on the ground.

Seeing him fainted by a hand knife without humming, and the bodyguard who struck him was as casual as trampling on an ant, the irritation in Mingye's heart immediately disappeared, and his whole body shivered, and his face was full. It's a flattering smile.

"What's your name?" Standing in the corner, Xiao Qi asked lightly.

Xiao Qi was tall and big. Although Ming Ye was fat and mighty, he was about 170 in height. In this way, Xiao Qi's words were quite condescending.

"The younger one is called Qin Xiaoming, and you can call me Aming." Master Ming's crappy Mandarin is hard to understand, but when he deliberately clarified the words, there is still not much obstacle.

"Who sent you to find him?" Xiao Qi pointed to Yang Xuedao.

"I..." Qin Xiaoming wanted to distinguish two sentences, but seeing Xiao Qi's sharp eyes, he couldn't tell a lie.

"Since you walked down this road, you looked around in the shed here, and you stared directly at him. It hasn't changed." Xiao Qi said faintly: "And if I didn't read it wrong, you There is a cat-and-mouse play in his smile. Is this expression still accidental, or is it a misunderstanding that can be explained?"

Qin Xiaoming was sweating profusely.

This young man looked at himself from a distance for a few times, and he could analyze so much, it was a wicked evildoer!

Xiao Qi continued to put pressure on: "Speak out, I can let you go. But if you don't say it, do you explain whether you lost your left and right hands by accident, or is it better to have your left and right feet?"

Qin Xiaoming's heart tightened.

He knows the tempers of these brothers.

What kind of law and what morality is nothing in their eyes, it just depends on whether they are happy or not.

If I really didn't make this young man satisfied today, then even if there is no accident tomorrow, there will be an accident the day after tomorrow... Even if there is no accident, it is not acceptable for people to worry about being afraid all day long.

"Mr. Zhu asked me to come!" Qin Xiaoming made a decision soon after choosing, "He asked me to tie up this little brother, forcing him to give up that expensive calligraphy and painting at a low price."

"Ok?"

Yang Xue looked ugly: "What does that Mr. Zhu look like?"

"Very thin and dark, with very little hair." Qin Xiaoming wanted to sell it and sold it clean. "He was originally born at 14x and has successfully landed ashore over the years, but he still has inextricable connections with gangs. This time, I’m looking for our boss to come forward and ask us to do this at a price of 1 million."

"Good guy, it's not easy to tie a person with 1 million." Xiao Qi laughed.

Yang Xue was very upset, "These people in Hong Kong. Why are these people so unruly? They dare to do this for tens of millions of things! If it is hundreds of millions of things, wouldn't it be necessary to kill people and sell them?"

Qin Xiaoming gave a dry smile, not daring to answer.

Xiao Qi nodded: "100 million things, let alone the roads of Hong Kong. The same applies to the mainland, and the same is true abroad. Wealth is touching... You see only 1 million now, so no one would dare to be evil. Of course, if you are a Hong Kong citizen, he wouldn't do that. This is also an obvious bully. You think you are a local tyrant in the mainland!"

Qin Xiaoming's face was dark, but he could only smile silly.

"Then what shall we do?" Yang Xue asked Xiao Qi.

He was not afraid of kidnapping at all. Xiao Qi sent him more than a dozen elite bodyguards from the Fairy Company to prevent such things.

If it wasn't for Xiao Qi's side, those bodyguards would definitely not let him go out alone. So even if others have any crooked minds, they can't do it.

It's just that Yang Xue hates this person very much, and feels that it is an insult to everyone to let this kind of person mix into the circle of antique collectors!

Xiao Qi hated that others would act on people next to him. Yang Xue was one of Xiao Qi’s two best friends. Xiao Qicai finally rescued him from his tragic fate. Now he sees others wanting to act on him again. Naturally, the anger is greater than him.

After making a call. Xiao Qi took Yang Xue and continued to sit and eat, but Qin Xiaoming and the others could not leave yet, and were under the "care" of a few bodyguards. They can only stand in the corner, their faces are ugly and a little nervous.

The subordinate who was knocked unconscious just now is now sober, but still looks ashamed.

Seeing him dumbfounded, and thinking about the guns that others were equipped with, Qin Xiaoming and others had nothing to do.

More than ten minutes have passed. The atmosphere was really repressed and uncomfortable, and only then did his subordinates whispered to Qin Xiaoming: "Boss. When can we leave?"

"How did I know?" Qin Xiaoming lowered his head expressionlessly and said, "Mother. I knew I wouldn't come to this muddy water."

"Aren't they looking for the police?" a subordinate asked innocently.

"Stupid! The person he was looking for was'Boss Yan, don't you understand?'" Qin Xiaoming slapped him on the head.

"Hehe, I really don't understand Mandarin, it sounds awkward to speak." The subordinate begged for mercy.

"Who is Boss Yan? Are we on the road?" The other subordinate asked in confusion, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Why haven't you heard of it?" The subordinate just sneered, "Boss Yancheng Longyan, isn't it just one?"

"You kid really can be joking!" Qin Xiaoming gave him again, funny and angrily, "Who is Boss Yan? He can be called out by a mainlander? Do you think he is Xiao Qi? A fool! "

"Old...old...old..." Suddenly, one of the men standing on the far side stammered and almost didn't faint, "You, look!"

Qin Xiaoming and the others followed his fingers to look at it, and they were shocked to see that it was Yan Chenglong who had led a few of his men and hurriedly walked down the slope.

"Fk!"

Qin Xiaoming immediately pinched the guy beside him, "You bastard! Why is your mouth so smelly? Are you going to kill me? I'll kill you!"

"Ah...uh..."

That guy was also unlucky~www.readwn.com~ was pinched so fiercely by Qin Xiaoming, and he almost didn't suffocate directly.

Fortunately, some of the men next to him pulled Qin Xiaoming's hands apart, but at this time he also sat on the ground directly, unable to get up for a long time.

"let me go!"

When Qin Xiaoming was flushing and having a seizure, Yan Chenglong was passing by at this moment. Yan Chenglong's cold eyes glanced at him. Qin Xiaoming was like a bucket of ice water pouring on his forehead. Not only did his anger disappear. , And shivered all of a sudden.

What kind of immortal I have committed!

Master Ming claps his head with his hands in tears, and the whole person is sad. (To be continued)

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