Chapter 1913 Wealth Touches People's Hearts

Not only Master Ming, but the people behind him also saw the bodyguard's strange behavior.

Then, looking at another brown color besides the white shirt, it turned out to be a gun holster.

A black handle can also be seen inside the holster.

No one thought it would be fake.

So they all gasped.

A person with a gun who cannot speak Cantonese is definitely not a plainclothes policeman on duty, and may not even be a Hong Kong citizen.

It's not that Hong Kong people can openly wear guns in Hong Kong, so their identities...or the identities of their masters are absolutely astonishing and invaluable!

That's right.

Wearing a gun is not the same as holding a gun.

If they are unassuming killers, they will only carry their guns around their waists or hide them in their bags.

Like this is obviously the way the police and bodyguards with professional gun licenses wear it. It is absolutely full of confidence, and people are not afraid of the police to investigate at all.

Master Ming is a gangster, so he naturally has strong eyesight.

At first I thought it was just a few fierce people who came to Hong Kong to beg for a living (top-point) novel, duckweed without foundation, no matter how powerful it is.

But now he is obviously an iron plate, or even a steel plate. Not to mention him, even the person behind him can only kneel.

Changing from an arrogant smile to a flattering expression is indeed a test of skill. Master Ming always thought he was strong, but it only took him a short three seconds to change this completely different expression.

"Brothers, look at my stinky mouth, I really deserve to be beaten! I deserve to be spanked!" Master Ming said in broken Mandarin. While nodding and bowing, he gently slapped his face with his hands, staring at the bodyguards, and prepared to increase his strength if they were not satisfied.

It's nothing to beat yourself, but it's not a face-slap if you want someone else to beat you. If you don't pay attention, you will end up with broken hands and feet, and there is no place to reason.

"roll!"

The bodyguard didn't see him at all, and said in a cold voice again.

"Okay. Okay. Don't bother you, sorry sorry!"

The bald man smiled shyly like a servant, but his subordinates didn't have any intention of despising him.

It is no longer Hong Kong in the 1970s and 1980s. Who has nothing to do with guns?

I can protect myself. Make a lot of money. That is the goal that the new generation of gangsters should pursue!

"Wait a moment!"

Master Ming turned around and wanted to leave. Suddenly, I heard a clear voice speaking in Cantonese.

His heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to pretend he didn't hear it and walk forward. But suddenly, following the shout, several men in black flashed out from the side, blocking his way forward.

Seeing the identical clothes, the slightly bulging underarms of the thin suit, and the almost identical tough and indifferent aura, the bald man's sweat immediately flowed down.

Mother!

Coming out to earn extra money this time, the danger is really great!

In desperation, he could only turn around and saw two teenagers walking over where a few bodyguards moved out of the way.

One was the boy he was looking for in a red t-shirt and jeans, and the other was the boy who had dinner with him just now and looked up at him, and he looked only in his twenties.

"Come on, let's talk."

Xiao Qi looked at them, smiled, and walked aside with Yang Xuexian.

Five or six bodyguards surrounded him and let Master Ming go alone, but they kept an eye on his subordinates.

One of Master Ming's subordinates wanted to struggle impatiently, but he just stretched out his hand, and was knocked down neatly on the ground.

Seeing that he was knocked unconscious by the knife without making a sound, and the bodyguard who attacked was as casual as if he had trampled an ant to death, the slight resentment in Master Ming's heart disappeared immediately, his whole body trembled, and his face was full of tears. It's a flattering smile.

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

Xiao Qi is very tall. Although Master Ming is fat and mighty, his height is only about 170. As a result, Xiao Qi's speech is quite condescending.

"The little one is Qin Xiaoming, you can just call me A Ming." Master Ming's broken Mandarin is difficult to understand, but when he deliberately speaks clearly, there is still no major obstacle.

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

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

"Since you walked this road, your eyes have searched around in the shed here, and you have stared directly at him, and it hasn't changed." Xiao Qi said lightly: "And if I'm not mistaken, you There is a kind of cat-and-mouse playful expression in his smile, could it be that such an expression came across by accident, or could it be explained by a misunderstanding?"

Qin Xiaoming was sweating profusely.

This young man looked at himself from a distance, and he was able to analyze so much, he was simply a monster!

Xiao Qi continued to exert pressure: "Speak up, and I can let you go. But if you don't speak up, can you explain whether you lost your left and right hands by accident, or the left and right feet?"

Qin Xiaoming's heart tightened.

He knows the temper of these sons and daughters.

What laws and morals are nothing in their eyes, they just see whether they are happy or not.

If I really didn't satisfy this young master today, then even if there is no accident tomorrow, it will happen the day after tomorrow... Even if there is no accident, it is not human to be able to bear the worry and fear all day long.

"Mr. Zhu asked me to come!" Under the choice, Qin Xiaoming quickly made a decision, "He asked me to tie up this little brother and force him to give up that expensive calligraphy and painting at a low price."

"Ok?"

Yang Xue's face turned ugly: "What does that Mr. Zhu look like?"

"Very thin and dark, with very little hair." Qin Xiaoming sold it cleanly if he wanted to, "He was originally from Ziduitou of 14x, and he has successfully landed over the years, but he is still inextricably linked with the gang. .This time we are looking for our boss to come forward and invite us to do this at a price of 1 million."

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

Yang Xue was very annoyed, "Why are these people in Hong Kong so unruly? They dare to do this for tens of millions of things! If it's hundreds of millions of things, wouldn't they want to kill people and rob them?"

Qin Xiaoming gave a dry laugh and dared not answer.

But Xiao Qi nodded: "100 million things, let alone Hong Kong, is the same in the mainland, and the same is true in foreign countries. Money touches people's hearts... You see, it's only 1 million now, so some people would dare to have evil intentions Is it? Of course. If you were from Hong Kong, he wouldn’t do that. This is obviously bullying you, thinking you are a local tyrant in mainland China!”

Qin Xiaoming's face turned dark, but he could only smirk in silence.

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

He is not afraid of kidnapping at all. Xiao Qi sent him more than a dozen elite bodyguards from Fairy Company. Just to prevent this kind of thing.

If it wasn't for coming to Xiao Qi's side. Those bodyguards would definitely not let him go out alone, so even if other people had some crooked intentions, they couldn't do it.

It's just that Yang Xue hated this person very much. I feel that it is an insult to everyone to let such a person mix into the circle of antique collectors!

Xiao Qi hates others to attack those around him the most. Yang Xue is one of Xiao Qi's two best friends. Xiao Qi rescued him from his tragic fate with great difficulty. Now seeing others want to attack him again, Naturally, the anger was greater than him.

After making a phone call, Xiao Qi took Yang Xue and continued to sit and eat, but Qin Xiaoming and others could not leave. Under the "watching" of several bodyguards, they could only stand in the corner, with ugly faces and some anxiety.

The subordinate who was knocked unconscious just now has come to his senses now, but he still looks stunned.

Looking at his dumbfounded appearance, and thinking about the guns that other people have, Qin Xiaoming and others have nothing to do.

After more than ten minutes, the atmosphere was so oppressive that his subordinates asked Qin Xiaoming in a low voice: "Boss, when can we leave?"

"How do I know?" Qin Xiaoming said with his head down expressionless, "Damn, I knew I wouldn't come to this muddy water."

"Aren't they looking for the police?" One of his subordinates asked naively.

"Stupid! The person he was looking for just now 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 say." The subordinate begged for mercy.

"Who is this Boss Yan? Is it someone on our way?" Another subordinate asked doubtfully, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Why haven't you heard of it?" The subordinate just now sneered: "Boss Yan Chenglong Yan, isn't there just one?"

"You really know how to joke!" Qin Xiaoming gave him a laugh again, "Who is Boss Yan? He is a mainlander who can be called casually? Do you think he is Xiao Qi? You idiot! "

"Old...old...old..." Suddenly, one of the subordinates standing on the far side stuttered until he almost fainted, "You, look!"

Qin Xiaoming and the others followed his fingers, and they were shocked to see that it was Yan Chenglong who hurried down the slope with a few of his men.

"fk!"

Qin Xiaoming immediately grabbed 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, being pinched so hard by Qin Xiaoming that he almost suffocated directly.

Fortunately, several subordinates pulled Qin Xiaoming's hand away, but at this moment, he also sat on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"let me go!"

When Qin Xiaoming was blushing and going mad, Yan Chenglong happened to pass by him at this time, Yan Chenglong glanced at him with cold eyes, Qin Xiaoming seemed to be poured directly on the forehead by a bucket of ice water, not only did his anger disappear , and trembled all over.

What kind of god did I commit a crime!

Master Ming patted his head with his hands wanting to cry but without tears, his whole body became sad. (To be continued..)

ps: It's Christmas Eve today, brothers have tender cabbage to eat, so you can seize this opportunity! If you are an old couple, I wish you happiness every year!