Chapter 262 Being a fool

"If you dare to say no, I want your life!" The bodyguard with a round waist and a strong body like a scalper widened his eyes and replied viciously on the weekend. His voice was so loud that he had a bit of scolding in the vegetable market. While saying this, he did not forget to show his chest muscles in front of the weekend. It was indeed a large piece. Even if it was covered by the white shirt in the black suit, he could still see the outline of the muscle mass.

"Brother, a dog that can bite people won't bark." On the weekend, he looked up at the bodyguard with a flamboyant face.

"Are you calling me a dog?" The bodyguard was angry and took a step forward in the direction of the weekend with one foot. A pair of bull's eyes stared at the weekend.

The two are about the same in shape, but because they don't look as strong as bodyguards on weekends, the bodyguards are so eye-catching and full of momentum.

Bang!

No longer talking on the weekend. When he raised his hand, a scraper threw it on the bodyguard's left face and slapped it down, which made the body of the body stagger and retreated half a step.

Before the bodyguard could react, he raised his hand to grab the bodyguard's collar on the weekend, hit his knees and kicked out the bodyguard's lower abdomen, so that the bodyguard covered his stomach and squatted on the ground with a pale face.

Then, the weekend's palm split like lightning and slapped on the muscles in front of the bodyguard's chest.

Bang!

Although the slap on the weekend did not use dark energy, it used 50% of the power, which can be said to be infinite lethality. While slapped out and making a muffled sound, the bodyguard's body quickly retreated. The most outrageous thing is that the suit in his vest also opened a big opening at the same time.

hiss!

"Uh..."

The bodyguard shouted in a low voice, turned his eyes white, and fell to the ground immediately.

Another bodyguard who stopped the weekend saw that his companion's back clothes were broken by the weekend's slap in the chest, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes looked at the weekend as if he were looking at a monster.

"You don't allow me to sit on the sofa?" On the weekend, he swept the bodyguard coldly, and the bodyguard hurriedly shook his head as if a propeller had been installed on his neck. He shook his head and retreated in the direction of King Yan Luo.

Seeing this over the weekend, he nodded with satisfaction, and then sat down casually on the sofa.

He raised his legs like King Yan Luo, then picked up a cigarette, swallowed the clouds and fog himself, looking at home, as relaxed as a party with friends.

"Waste!" Without showing his eyes, he stared at the bodyguard who returned and the bodyguard who was knocked down. King Yan Luo lowered his voice and cursed viciously.

It can be seen that although King Yan Luo scolded his two subordinates, the meaning of scolding Huai is obvious. Why did he hear it on weekends?

"Ha ha!" On the weekend, he smiled carelessly and then said, "Yan Dong, we don't talk in secret. I'm just here to ask you what's wrong with green vegetables."

"Isn't it appropriate for you to call my sister's nickname on weekends?" Yan Luowang smiled coldly and looked up at the weekend, "As I said before, as long as I see you pestering my sister again, I will kill you."

On the weekend, his eyebrows jumped slightly and turned to talk to Yan Luowang in a lighter tone: "It's undeniable that I hate the way you speak. It's too crazy. I don't like it!"

After a pause, the weekend suddenly looked cold: "You know, if you really want to rush people, it's not certain who will kill whom!"

"You're crazy too!" King Yan Luo sneered and looked contemptuously, "Don't think that you are the underground boss of Kangcheng now. You should know that in the eyes of our Yan family, you are still just a poor man."

"I don't care what you think of me." After listening to King Yan Luo's words on the weekend, there was no sign of anger at all. He looked proud and said, "That's for sure that your Yan family is a very awesome hermit family. As for the time being, I don't know how awesome it is, but I'm sure that no matter how awesome your family is, in my eyes, it's just shit!" "

"You..." Yan Luowang was a little speechless, because the weekend was the only bad-tempered person he had ever seen in his life. I don't know how vicious his words were, like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard.

"You must want to say why I'm with your sister since I regard your family as shit, right? I can answer this question to you now. On the weekend, the cigarette butt was still on the spotless white floor and said, "What I like is your sister, not your Yan family. I made it clear, not to mention that I don't have any plans to get married now, but I plan to marry Yan Qingcai, and I don't disdain to compete for your Yan family's property as a son-in-law!"

After saying this, the weekend's words suddenly changed again. A second ago, he immediately smiled with a prickly smile: "Of course, if your Yan family really force me to divide the property, if I don't want you, I will definitely laugh with me. After all, I'm not a fool, am I?"

"Your sister!" No matter how good Yan Luo Wang's cultivation is, he can't help swearing. He feels that the weekend is not only temperamental, but also shameless. "Weekend, don't be too arrogant. I'm a bad-tempered person. I'll kill you now!"

As soon as King Yan Luo said this, the bodyguards behind him suddenly pulled out the pistols around his waist and aimed their guns at the weekend. Not to mention that, dozens of bodyguards suddenly surged outside the office door, at least 30 or 50 people, like dark clouds, which suddenly blocked the door of the office. These people also have a gun and even heavy weapons such as submachine guns.

I was hit by dozens of guns all of a sudden. To be honest, I was a little timid on the weekend sitting on the sofa. After all, he can avoid the bullet of a gun, but what about ten? What about 20? What about fifty?

There is no doubt that as long as Yan Luowang orders, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest the next second on the weekend.

Of course, judging from his experience on the weekend and his almost divine calligraphy, even if he is really timid, he will not do such a broken thing as holding his head or kneeling down to beg for mercy.

A few drops of cold sweat crawled on my forehead, and the palms of my hands were warm. On the weekend on the sofa, I felt like sitting on pins.

It is undeniable that his situation is more dangerous than ever before, and his life is in the hands of King Yan Luo, which makes the weekend feel very unsteady.

Looking at the bodyguards around him with cold eyes, and then glanced at the angry Yan Luowang, he shivered and took out a cigarette from his pocket on the weekend.

Originally sitting on the sofa, he habitually became squatting beside the sofa. He squeaked the golden Kang between his fingers, and the smoke almost covered his whole face.

"What? Are you afraid? Looking at the continuous smoking by the sofa on weekends, a trace of pleasure flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes.

"Haha! Hahaha!" Suddenly, the weekend smiled unscrupulously and thrillingly, "Afraid? What is fear? There is no such word in my dictionary!"

"Since I'm not afraid, I'll shoot!" As soon as King Yan Luo said this, he suddenly took out a local tycoon gold pistol from his arms. The pistol was very small, much like the silver-gray pistol used by the white ghost. Obviously, King Yan Luo was a master of using a gun, and the local tycoon gold pistol rolled like a spiritual dragon snake in his palm. Looking at the situation, it is estimated that his skill of using the gun is still above the white ghost.

The pistol rolled a few times in the palm of King Yan Luo, and suddenly, the eye of the gun was aimed at the weekend ten steps away.

Bang!

As soon as Yan Luowang's words stopped, a bullet flew out of the chamber!

"This is a near-death feeling!" During the electric time, such an idea flashed in my mind on the weekend.

The bullet flies very fast. On the weekend, I want to see that the dark energy that is not his can be cultivated to his eyes, but for now, it is impossible.

He could only feel a bullet flying towards him. As for his feet or eyebrows, he didn't know.

Suddenly, the left foot on the weekend was slightly biased, and the bullet hit the place where he moved his foot, and then went deep into the white floor.

The movement of his feet on the weekend is as fast as lightning, no slower than the speed of bullets flying. He can't see it clearly with his naked eye, and his feet are only moved a few centimeters away.

That's exactly the case. King Yan Luo mistakenly thought that he didn't hit the soles of his feet on the weekend.

Although he was sweating on the weekend when he was still squatting on the ground and smoking, he did not move from beginning to end, and even the slight timidity flashed in his eyes. Yan Luowang was a little dumbfounded.

"Is it wrong?" A bodyguard behind King Yan Luo couldn't help exclaiming when he saw that King Yan Luo's gun did not hit the weekend, and the other bodyguards also looked incredible.

You know, King Yan Luo is nicknamed "The Sharpshooter" in the circle, and it's exaggerated. Even if he can hit his opponent's eyebrows with his eyes closed, how can he not hit the soles of his feet on the weekend?

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on King Yan Luo, and there was silence in the field.

"It's off!" For a long time, the temporarily neglected young man broke the silence in the field on the weekend. He sat back on the sofa, and his legs trembled with an imperceptible amplitude.

He cursed in his heart, Nima, didn't you know how to say hello before shooting? I almost scared me to pee!

After listening to the weekend's words, everyone's eyes fell on him from King Yan Luo's body.

At this time, the young man was wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand and was scared.

Yan Luowang also stared at the weekend. The young man was so scared that he was sweating coldly and didn't say anything. Is he really distracted just now? King Yan Luo's eyes were full of uncertainty. For a long time, he suddenly sneered and said, "Weekend, do you want to know what kind of disease my sister is? I can tell you."

"What are the conditions?" When he was a child on weekends, he didn't believe that there would be free lunch in the world. It was not that he was mentally dark, but that his reason was clear enough.

"You asked me to shoot you three times!" Yan Luowang stared at the weekend and made his own conditions, "If you don't die after three shots, I will not only tell you about my sister's illness, but also agree to you and my sister on behalf of our Yan family."

"If I were a fool, I would promise you such an outrageous condition." He said jokingly on the weekend, "But do you think I'm a fool?"

Yan Luowang smiled and said nothing, just nodded.

"Good!" I gritted my teeth on the weekend and promised to come down.

Green vegetables, I'll be a fool for you.

After listening to the weekend's words, Yan Luowang slowly stood up from the boss's chair and aimed the black pistol in his hand at the weekend again: "I'm going to blow your head!"