Xu Qiang, Zhang An and others all stood up and quickly stepped forward to intercept Wang Xue.
Without saying a word, Wang Xue pulled out an Eight-Zhan knife from under his jacket with his backhand. He whirled rapidly, and the Eight-Zhan knife turned into a halo of light and slashed at everyone.
"Hula." The crowd dispersed immediately.
Wang Xue jumped up, grabbed Tie Man's wrist, and pulled hard. Tie Man saw that the Eight-Zhan Sword had gone straight to his neck, struggled desperately and screamed.
"Bah!" The Eight-Zhan Knife passed quickly against his cheek, leaving a three-inch long wound and blood gushing out.
In an instant, Ye Qing had rushed to Wang Xue's side and slapped him on the left cheek: "You are worthy of cooperating with Mu Jiaqi. He sold you and you have to help him count the money. Do you know I know why I always follow you, just because I want to share life and death with Mu Jiaqi in Mogok."
"Second Elder, Second Elder." Tie Man was frightened and went crazy, calling Tu Long desperately.
With Ye Qing by his side, Wang Xue felt at ease. She grabbed Tie Man's arm with one hand and swung the knife with the other, desperately slashing at Tie Man's fatal spot. Unfortunately, Tie Man struggled desperately. Although the Eight-Zhan Sword slashed a The wounds of Dao are difficult to kill with a single blow.
Even so, Tie Man was cut so badly that he was covered in blood, and the wounds on his body were bleeding out.
Tu Long is now eager for Wang Xue to kill Tie Man with a knife, delay the arms deal, and plot against Ye Qing together with Mu Jiaqi. He is also involved.
Moreover, judging from Ye Qing's appearance, as long as he investigates and punishes one person, he will kill him and he will definitely not show mercy.
If it were normal, he really wouldn't care. No matter how fierce the Dragon Crossing the River is, he is still an outsider. In Mogok, he has all the means to manipulate it into a submissive and docile one.
But now, Wu Dan and Wu An, the two young masters in charge of the army, are all on Ye Qing's side.
Moreover, there were Song Youqing and Liu Le, the military attachés of the Chinese Embassy in Myanmar, who did not dare to use extraordinary means at all.
However, Tie Man is a member of the Presbyterian Church after all, and he must not be allowed to die in front of his eyes. Otherwise, he will have no majesty in the Presbyterian Church.
Fengdu gave an order, and soldiers from the garrison came in with guns pointed at Ye Qing and his party: "Disarm and surrender."
"Bah." Ye Qing slapped the pistol that was crooked at Fengdu, and casually swiped it from Wang Xue's body. There was already an extra grenade. He looked at Fengdu with a smile: "Try pointing it at me again."
Kutdu was stunned for a moment.
He was on every possible precaution, but he didn't expect this one.
Wang Xue followed two armed Red Star security guards and escorted Ma Xing and the others upstairs to confront Third Elder Tie Man.
Two security guards with guns came downstairs, but Wang Xue, who was empty-handed, stood behind Ye Qing.
All this seemed normal, because everyone knew that Wang Xue was Ye Qing's female secretary.
Besides, a group of soldiers with guns didn't take a woman to heart.
As a result, this woman became the biggest variable.
Ye Qing raised his hand and threw the grenade to Dao Zhen. He grabbed Tie Man and hit him on the head with a fist.
"Stop him!" Tulong roared crazily, and Fengdu didn't dare to use his gun.
If Ye Qing hands the grenade to others, he will definitely not drag everyone to death together, but if the sword shock is not enough, this bitch is just a bastard. He plays for the heartbeat and pursues excitement.
With lightning speed, Feng Du hugged Ye Qing's arm.
Ye Qing's rapidly swinging fist, with the sound of wind and thunder, passed by Tie Man's ear.
"Buzz!" Like a thunder, Tie Man was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
At the same time, Tu Long also rushed over and reached out to stop Ye Qing: "You can do whatever you want after leaving this door, but you must not kill him in this room."
Ye Qing stared at him: "Second Elder, you are going too far in this fight. This situation was obviously caused by Mu Jiaqi and Tie Man joining forces to deceive me. The facts are very clear. According to the rules of northern Myanmar, it is a blood debt." Pay with blood.”
Tulong was speechless by what he said. He also contributed to the situation becoming like this.
But his preference for Mu Jiaqi was really out of public interest.
The arms trade in Mogok was monopolized by Ye Qing, and the drug trade was monopolized by Zhu Longmei, which was a disaster for the Benglong Presbyterian Church.
The Presbyterian Church is nothing if it loses its arms trade power and financial power.
Hong Tao didn't care because he was the chief of staff of the military, and in the army he was one person below ten thousand people.
However, the Presbyterian Church, a group of elders, is only a small staff officer in the army.
If a staff officer is not a leader, he will not fart loudly.
Ye Qing pushed Tu Long: "You go aside."
"What do you want to do? Come at me." Tu Long was really anxious and desperately hugged Ye Qing's arm to prevent him from making a move.
At this moment, Wu An came over and grabbed Tu Long: "Second Elder, talk here."
Tulong was stunned for a moment. Now he was afraid of Wu An. This kid was the master who forced the third elder to jump off the building.
Wu An whispered in his ear: "Things have reached this point. Even if Ye Qing lets Tie Man go, Tie Man will not stop fighting. Therefore, Tie Man must die today."
Tu Long gritted his teeth: "This was your idea."
"Duma is outside, but she doesn't even move." Wu An said leisurely: "If she doesn't move, Feng Du will have no one available..."
Tulong suddenly became furious. No wonder there were only a few people coming and going around Fengdu.
Ye Qing walked around the two of them and kicked Tie Man in the abdomen.
Tie Man's body flew upside down, hit the wall, and rolled while holding his stomach.
Xu Qiang and Zhang An also rushed over and began to block it desperately: "In front of so many people, if you kill the fourth elder of the Benglong Presbyterian Church, even if there is an embassy to protect you, Tie Man's death will not be in vain."
"Look what you said, I still need to go to jail if I kill him." Xu Qiang and Zhang An each grabbed one of Ye Qing's arms, and Ye Qing could only kick Tie Man wildly with his feet.
Tie Man had been beaten beyond recognition, like a ghost crawling out of hell. He crawled under the desk in a state of embarrassment, still shouting: "Fengdu, shoot, shoot!"
"Puff, puff." Wang Xue waved the Eight-Zhan Blade and slashed at Tie Man's back.
"Pop!"
All the Tiemen who were ambushing inside the hotel rushed forward, thirty or forty of them.
In the Land Rover, Du Yu looked at the picture transmitted back by the drone with an expressionless face: "The ambush has started, it's your turn."
"Action!" Peng Fei said into the walkie-talkie.
"Thud, tug, tug!" Four heavy guns were aimed at the lobby of the Mid-Levels Hotel and fired at the same time.
Although they raised their guns, no casualties were caused, but all the Wushou Brigade soldiers stationed here fell to the ground.
More than a dozen heavily armed special forces, wearing steel helmets and bulletproof vests, holding Bayi and carrying grenades on their belts, quickly rushed through the hotel lobby under the leadership of Peng Fei.
