"The old lady of the Ye family is a powerful tiger. Ye Xiangqian is in his prime. A group of tiger cubs in the Ye family are all fat and strong. Although the Mu family is a tiger who dominates the sky with one hand in Yun Province, in China, he is nothing."
Bald Dao Zhen looked at the old Dao Master inexplicably: "Then why does Dad still want to help the Mu family!"
"Have you read Journey to the West?"
"Seen!"
"What experience do you have!"
"The fairies are so beautiful..."
"speak English!"
"In Journey to the West, all the fairies with no background are beaten to death. Even if they are virtuous and do good deeds and never do evil things, they will not escape death." The bald knife said in shock: "However, even if the fairies with background do many evil things. ..."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Old Dao Ye: "Abba!"
"The girl from the Song family who gave you a desert eagle is the daughter of the great god behind the Mu family." Old Dao Ye sighed: "When gods fight, the unlucky ones are the brats, so even if we plan to cooperate with Ye Qing , we cannot offend the Mu family to death, even if Ye Qing has murderous intentions."
"Murderful intent!"
The old Dao Master nodded affirmatively: "Although I don't understand what high technology is, I do know the principle of using people's money to eliminate disasters. The person who left a box of money was the one who stayed outside Dao Village when Ye Qing came. So, I could only take half of the money, and the remaining half and the box were given to Chachai."
"Abba is saying that Chachai will die!"
"He has helped Mu Jiajun do so many evil things over the years, how could he escape this disaster?"
It was dark at night, and Wang Zhongyang was wearing a dirty, smelly brand-name suit in the two-story building behind where Wang Zhongyang was imprisoned. He was huddled in the corner with his head in his hands, looking at the dark window with security windows in horror.
In just a few days, he had already learned what the land of tigers and wolves was and what hell on earth was.
He was caught in Daozhai and sent to the water prison.
The water in the water prison is not deep, just below the waist. However, the water prison is not high. People can only stand hunched over in the smelly water. When they sit down, the water will be submerged above their heads.
As long as people fall asleep, they will drown in it.
He couldn't sleep, so he could only stand hunched over.
The grains of rice thrown from the top of the head are like white maggots in the water. If you don't want to die, you can only mix them with the maggots and stuff them into your mouth.
He cried, made trouble, and even begged for mercy heartbreakingly, but what he got in return was a violent beating.
It was not until today that the bald young patriarch released him from the water prison and asked someone to bring him a bowl of curry rice with a chicken drumstick on top.
It was this bowl of rice and a chicken leg that completely destroyed the last trace of dignity in his heart. He kowtowed to the bald young patriarch and refused to eat this bowl of rice without his head.
He has a net worth of tens of billions in Chaoshan, famous cars, mansions and beautiful women, but he never expected that he would end up in this situation after coming to northern Myanmar and pretending to be a jerk.
The bald young patriarch told him that the bowl of curry rice and a chicken drumstick were worth 10 million, and someone had already paid for it.
As for whether he dies or not, it depends on God's will and luck.
After saying that, he handed him over to Chachai.
Then he was put into a sack and stuffed into the trunk. When he was released from the sack, he was locked in this room.
A trace of blue sparks bloomed on the security window welded with finger-thick steel bars.
Then, the steel bars were removed one by one. Then, a beautiful face was stuck to the glass.
Like an angel or a fairy.
With his back to the glass window, there stood a northern Burmese man holding an AK.
The bright eyes of the angel and fairy glanced at the northern Burmese for a few times, and then pursed their lips.
Wang Zhongyang licked his chapped lips and yelled at the man: "I'm hungry, give me something to eat!"
"Bang!" The northern Burmese man hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle: "It's better to starve to death than to be beaten to death. You can live until twelve o'clock tonight at most..."
The northern Burmese people hit him hard on the head with rifle butts. The blood on his head covered his face, and his face was distorted, like a ghost. The northern Burmese people were terrified when they saw it.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and roared angrily: "Do you know how many of us died because of you?"
There was a "bang" and a piece of glass shattered.
The northern Burmese man turned around when he heard the sound, but a dagger shot through the window and penetrated his neck.
The goblin at the window came in like a snake, pulled out the dagger from the Burmese man's neck, looked at him with disgust, and asked tentatively: "Wang Zhongyang."
"It's me, it's me, I'm Wang Zhongyang."
"My name is Du Yu." A smile appeared on Du Yu's beautiful face: "Wang Shan spent 200 million to buy you back alive. So, you'd better hold on, otherwise, I can only give him a A corpse.”
Wang Zhongyang covered the bloody mouth on his head and nodded in panic.
Du Yu held the dagger in his backhand and gently pushed open the door.
Someone was talking downstairs. She walked over lightly and pushed the door open a crack. Three people from northern Myanmar were sitting at the table drinking wine, with an AK beside them.
Du Yu estimated the distance and direction, then gently opened the door, and rushed over at lightning speed. He held the dagger upside down and quickly cut the neck of a northern Burmese man. Then the dagger flew out and shot towards Another northern Burmese man's chest.
A companion died in an instant, and the two northern Burmese men grabbed the AK beside them without thinking.
Du Yu swept the wine bottle off the table with one leg. His pretty buttocks were already sitting in the middle of the table, and his two long legs quickly swept towards the two of them.
With a "pop" sound, the dagger was inserted into the chest of a northern Burmese man, but unfortunately, it did not penetrate deeply and did not make him lose his fighting power. Du Yu kicked the other northern Burmese man to the ground, and quickly He rushed over, strangled his neck with both hands, and twisted it hard.
"Crack." There was a crisp sound of the neck bones, and the neck was suddenly broken.
The dagger quickly returned to his hand, and he lunged forward, inserting the knife into the heart of another northern Burmese man.
In an instant, three people were killed in a row.
But there were also noises upstairs, in the northern Burmese dialect, calling for people to go down and check.
Du Yu then calmly took out a Type 92, a knife and a pistol in one hand.
Wang Zhongyang was lying on the ground, already frightened.
He was the eldest son of the Wang family, and he had never even seen a chicken being killed in his life. This beauty, who was wearing camouflage uniforms and had a face like an angel, actually killed people like chickens. In a matter of seconds, she killed three people in a row.
Du Yu listened to the noise upstairs and kicked Wang Zhongyang: "They are coming down, hurry up and leave."
"Kick, kick, kick." There was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs. Several northern Burmese broke into the room where Wang Zhongyang was detained. They only saw a pool of blood and a corpse.
"Someone..."
Du Yu couldn't understand their words, but Type 92 sprayed several bullets in succession, killing people in an instant.
"Who shot!" someone shouted outside the room.
