The Dragon from Hell

Hearing Qin Feng's tone of seeing an acquaintance, Gao Yaya also subconsciously looked up.

Actually, she couldn't say that they were acquaintances, but she really knew the man in front of her.

Just a few days ago, Qin Feng had a conflict with him in the bar, and he was beaten up unilaterally by Qin Feng.

"Mo Linjiang? Why is he being hunted down?"

Although Gao Yaya was not familiar with Sichuan, she heard Mo Linjiang's name that day, and her subordinates found out Mo Linjiang's information on the spot.

This Mo Linjiang has a great reputation in Sichuan and Yun Province.

Especially in Yun Province, he is an out-and-out gangster.

Moreover, in the no-man's land between Yun Province and Yue State, he is also well-known, specializing in taking some business between the two places.

Generally, people who can do business in such places not only need people and money, but also have a fierceness.

But now Mo Linjiang looked much more miserable than when he met him in the bar that day. His head was bruised, and there was a deep cut above his eyebrow. A little lower, his eye was useless.

There were countless wounds on his body, and his clothes and pants were stained with blood. He was still able to stand up, which really lived up to his reputation as a gangster.

A young man wearing a mask came over from the crowd that surrounded him, holding a pistol in his hand, not caring about the surveillance videos that can be seen everywhere on the highway.

The young man came forward and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Mr. Mo, my young master invites you to visit his house."

Anyone who is not a fool can see that this "guest" is not ordinary.

Mo Linjiang could hardly stand, holding his chest and leaning against the door of the Hummer, spitting out blood: "Bah!"

"You killed more than a dozen of my men and chased me all the way, but you told me you were visiting? Do you think I would believe it?"

"Now that I'm in your hands, I admit defeat. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

The young man still had an indifferent expression, and seemed not to want to waste time: "In that case, I'll just say it straight."

"My young master has taken a fancy to a business line from Yueguo to Yun Province and Sichuan Province in your hands, and is willing to buy it out from you for 10 million."

"If you don't mind, I can write you a check now, and our people can take over immediately. What do you think?"

The man spoke honorifics, but the request he made was very blunt.

From Yueguo to Yun Province, let alone other things, the business involved in this line is worth tens of tens of millions a year.

Not to mention that this line goes straight to the border in a no-man's land, hiding so many shameful black businesses.

Among them, the arms and ammunition alone is enough to fill many people's stomachs.

Mo Linjiang is called a fierce bandit, but this business line was earned by him with blood and sweat.

The other party came up and asked for a buyout, and it only cost 10 million, which is no different from robbery.

No wonder Mo Linjiang sneered after hearing this: "Dream on!"

The young man didn't think there was anything wrong with him, but said confidently: "You may not know what kind of person you are facing."

"But I can tell you that my young master's identity can make you fall down even if I move my fingers."

"He has ten thousand ways to take over your business, but he still chose to pay you. You should feel honored."

He raised his chin high and glared at Mo Linjiang: "Ordinary people like you, it's enough to make a living for a lifetime. You should understand the principle of being guilty of holding a treasure."

"Now you have too many things in your hands. This is not good for you. Do you understand?"

Mo Linjiang almost laughed when he heard this.

From what the other party meant, it was obvious that his business was robbed by someone, and in the end he had to thank the other party for making himself feel relieved?

I'm afraid there is no such reason in the world.

"What if I don't give it to you?"

The young man sighed: "Then unfortunately, the legend of the bandit Mo Linjiang will end today."

As soon as he sighed, four crossbows were aimed at his head.

Others also held long knives and short blades, staring at him with a fierce look.

Mo Linjiang saw this, and there was no fear on his face.

He just snorted coldly: "Haha, do you really think that after I, Mo Linjiang, die, you can take over my brothers and business?"

"I tell you, if I die, I will take away everything I own."

As he said that, he glanced at the people surrounding him: "Of course, including you..."

"Tear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he tore open his coat, instantly revealing the explosives tied to his waist, and one hand had already grasped the detonatorline.

Seeing this, even the high-handed and superior young man was startled and took several steps back: "Mo Linjiang, you are crazy!"

"Once the dynamite explodes, you will surely die!"

"You should feel honored that our young master likes your business, why resist!"

"Ordinary people like you may have spent your life to make a little achievement, but your business in the hands of my young master can be developed quickly."

"Why do you refuse? What right do you have to refuse!"

This young man is different from other subordinates. It seems that he has seen this kind of scene for the first time. He was so scared that he quickly hid in the car.

At the same time, he did not forget to curse. How can these ordinary people not be sensible at all?

They only think about the glory and wealth, but don't think about those things prepared for ordinary people like them?

If an ordinary person has a huge wealth, even if he is not robbed today, he will be robbed tomorrow. Won't he be left with nothing by then?

But it's different if it's handed over to the young master.

He has a noble status since birth, and has a powerful family behind him. Such a person should be the master of power and wealth, right?

In this case, why does Mo Linjiang still resist?

At this time, Mo Linjiang's eyes were red, and he didn't care what he said. He widened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Back off, all of you back off!"

Seeing that he was so emotional, the killers who came to surround him were also a little scared.

But one of them gave a wink to a crossbowman behind Mo Linjiang, indicating that he should find an opportunity to directly understand Mo Linjiang and not give him the opportunity to detonate the bomb.

After receiving the order, the crossbowman secretly raised the crossbow and slowly aimed it at the back of Mo Linjiang's head.

But before he could press it, he heard a sound of breaking through the air, followed by a scream, and a blood hole exploded in the middle of the crossbowman's forehead, and he fell to the ground directly.

"Who is it!"

Mo Linjiang was startled, looked around, and nervously pulled the fuse.

At this time, Qin Feng got out of the car, put his hands in his pockets and walked over: "What business is so hot, let me have a share?"