Ying Mohua threatened Xia Liang, but he didn't get the expected effect. Instead, Xia Liang gave him the order to evict him without any pain. Depressed atmosphere.

However, after only ten minutes of driving, the driver suddenly braked, and Ying Mohua, who was sitting in the back seat, almost knocked his forehead on the back of the front seat, and suddenly burst out with his previous anger: "How do you drive? car?!"

"Old... Boss," the driver stammered, "someone is blocking us in front."

Ying Mohua looked out the window. In the dark night, a black car was driving a few steps ahead. Two strange men got out of the car. One of them was holding a military long gun and aimed at the front of Ying Mohua. The tires of the car simply pulled the trigger neatly, and the body suddenly became shorter.

Ying Mohua was a little stunned for a while, but he didn't realize whether he encountered a vicious robber or a well-trained terrorist.

Although he also has bodyguards who carry pistols, most of the time their pistols are used to scare people, and there are not many opportunities to actually pull the trigger; while the two men in front of them are blatantly carrying military weapons, one He didn't say anything and blew one of his tires first. This operation didn't seem to be in line with the rules.

In an instant, he collected a large list of blacklists in his mind who had hatred or resentment with him, but he didn't think that any one would have the courage to fight him face-to-face.

The bodyguard who was in the same car with him was quite clever. Before Mo Hua could speak, he took the initiative to ask for instructions: "Boss, should I get out of the car to find out their origins?"

Ying Mohua nodded calmly.

The bodyguard got out of the car and didn't know what to say to the other party. The man with the long gun didn't say a word. He took two steps forward and put the muzzle of the gun against the bodyguard's eyebrow. The oil and salt did not enter, and he was stiff and did not dare to move.

Another man walked to Ying Mohua's car, opened the driver's door, and spit out a word: "Get out."

When the driver saw this situation, his own boss was afraid that he could not protect himself. How could he dare to stand out, and he abandoned the car and fled very well.

After escaping a few steps, the man stopped him again: "Hey, if you want to escape, just run away honestly, don't make any unnecessary moths."

"Yes," the driver nodded hastily, "I will never call the police."

Ying Mohua rubbed his back molars hard, really wanting to shoot this useless guy.

The man walked to Ying Mohua's car window again and motioned him to get out of the car obediently.

Ying Mohua secretly scolded his mother. He didn't expect this incident this time, so he brought a driver and a bodyguard by his side.

But after all, he is the heir of the Nelson family. He has never seen any big storms in the United States. Now he is only being coerced by two strangers with unknown origins at gunpoint, and it will not make him lose everything.

At the moment, he just pondered for a while, then calmly opened the door and got out of the car, and asked calmly, "Brother, what kind of hatred do you and I have, can you explain it first?"

"We have no grudge against you," the man said with a playful smile on his face, "but if you offended our boss, we can't let you go."

"Excuse me, your boss is. Before Ying Mohua finished speaking, he heard the sound of brakes coming from behind.

He looked back and found another black car appeared behind him. After the door was opened, two men got out, one of whom he knew was the young assistant beside Xia Liang.

No, to be precise, when he was kidnapped by him four years ago, the assistant did look a little young and immature, but four years later, the assistant seems to have undergone a reborn change from the inside out - before in the summer When he was in the old house, his entire attention was almost on Xia Liang, and he never paid too much attention to this person, but now he looked at him carefully through the dim moonlight. It exuded an indescribable murderous aura.

But soon Ying Mo Hua shook his head slightly, and wondered if he was a little stunned. A mere assistant, how much wind and waves can go through, where does the killing aura come from.

Thinking like this, Ying Mo Hua calmed down a bit. He thought it was the enemy family from the United States who had chased here, but now that he saw the identity of the other party, although he didn't know where the Xia family hired these desperados, he expected that with Xia Liang's character, he should not be a coward. Too fancy thing.

He looked around at the three men with guns in a leisurely manner, and asked, "How much money did the Xia family give you, and they asked you to accompany that kid to act."

No one answered his question.

When the man with the spear saw the bodyguard move one arm, he immediately guessed his intentions, touched a hand on his waist at a very fast speed, and slid down the pistol he was hiding behind his waist.

The bodyguard failed to draw his gun and was handed over, and immediately came down coldly.

The man hit the bodyguard's forehead heavily with the muzzle of the gun, and asked, "Boss, how do you deal with this weak chicken, do you just kill it?"

Zhou Shuo didn't even look at the bodyguard, he waved his hand and said, "Stunned and thrown to the side of the road."

The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had at least saved his life—before he could finish his thoughts, he saw a gun butt slammed on the head, and then he rolled his eyes and fell silently.

At almost the same time, the other two men twisted Ying Mohua's arm and were about to send him to the car. Ying Mohua tried his best to maintain his calm image, and said, "How much money did the Xia family give you? Double it for you."

The two men sneered and ignored it.

"three times!"

Still no one pays attention to him.

"Ten times!" Ying Mohua finally got a little anxious, "I give ten times, how about it?"

One of them finally couldn't help laughing, patted his face and said, "No matter how much money you give, it's useless for us to take it there."

Ying Mo Hua was stunned, what does this mean? Is there any place where money cannot circulate these days? Where did they come from? Could it be the underworld?

Although this conjecture is very absurd, but at this time in the dark and windless place, he was still frightened by his own brain hole so that all the hair on his body exploded.