The messenger who was kicked out walked straight up to a big red-faced man.
He spitted and said, "Go away, if you weren't Mrs. Sun's person, I wouldn't have told you the news, and caused me to get scolded."
With his hands in his pockets, Shangguan Zai was nine feet tall, a whole head taller than the messenger. He approached the messenger and looked him up through his nose.
This arrogant attitude immediately angered the messenger, who glared at Shangguan Zai in response, his meaning simple and clear: don't be shameless.
Oh!
Shangguan Zai showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his right hand, and slapped the messenger. Because the speed was too fast, the messenger felt like his face was hit by a train and fell directly to the ground.
"How dare you! What are you doing?" Qu Shaochen's guards numbered ten, eight of them raised their guns, and the other two rolled up their sleeves to help fight.
After flexing his wrist, Shangguan Zai became interested. He was a typical battle maniac. According to the definition in immortal cultivation novels, he was a martial arts fanatic.
He exudes violence, arrogance and arrogance.
Take a step forward.
Shangguan Zai only moved one hand, and his fist was like a nitrogen accelerator, with explosive power like the Mage in the game...
Two punches were thrown out with bang!
The two who tried to resist turned pale and ran away quickly...
Then, the two of them jumped up and down, feeling like their arms were not their own.
I just felt a sharp pain in my arm, like a needle pricking me.
If nothing unexpected happens, the bones in my arm are probably cracked, and are in a state where they are not broken but not yet broken. Every time I move my arm, the joints between the bones hurt, and the more I move my arm, the more painful it is.
"Kneel down! Or I'll shoot." The gun was pointed at Shangguan Zai. This was the last warning to the remaining guards.
After straightening his clothes, Shangguan Zai took out a bayonet, and it seemed that he was ready to fight.
He wants to force his way in?
Is this guy a fool?
Qu Shaochen's guard began to show anger on his face.
Swish!
A figure flashed, Shangguan Zai took the initiative to attack, and then eight gunshots rang out in succession...
Ten seconds later.
The eight people who fired the gun felt a chill on the back of their necks and blood spurted out. The guns in their hands were quickly removed and they turned around in confusion as if they were looking at a ghost.
Shangguan Zai was merciful. If the bayonet had pierced the neck, no one would be standing now.
"Unloading your weapons has affected my speed, otherwise I wouldn't have been shot." Shangguan Zai frowned, shook his body, and three bullets fell to the ground.
It's not that he has an iron vest, but someone once gave him a set of graphene bulletproof vest.
Someone is so obsessed with this bulletproof vest that he almost wears it under his clothes even when he sleeps.
One man challenged eight people, scratched the back of their necks and removed their weapons within ten seconds.
What a terrifying speed!
"What's going on?" Qu Shaochen pushed open the door. He held a rifle but did not fire because he saw everything through the peephole.
"Mr. Qu, I want to take your order to earn some pocket money. Mr. Sun asked me to find you." Shangguan Zai threw away the last gun in his hand, looking very innocent.
"With two million, I can train a troop of Boy Scouts." Qu Shaochen first lit a cigarette for himself, and then politely declined.
The underlying meaning is, who the hell do you think you are to ask for two million?
"Give me two million, you won't lose anything. I can kill anyone you want in northern Myanmar." Shangguan Zai said proudly with his chest puffed out.
"Come, have a cigarette." Qu Shaochen pretended not to hear and politely handed over the cigarette.
The subtext is, I'm giving you a way out, so get out of here right away!
"I quit smoking, I don't smoke!" Shangguan Zai refused.
"Why quit smoking?" Qu Shaochen politely changed the subject, still not mentioning money.
"When I was young, my mother would beat me whenever I smoked. It would take my mother more than an hour to beat me if I smoked for five minutes. Then my mother advised me, saying, 'Xiao Zai, stop smoking. It's bad for your health. Look at you. Your nose and face are bruised and swollen.'" Shangguan Zai said calmly. For a moment, a hint of happiness flashed across his face.
Uh... Qu Shaochen was choked by the smoke and he suspected that this guy was deliberately teasing him.
"Two million, can I give General Yan a warning?" Shangguan Zai took a step forward and said temptingly with a wink.
What?
Qu Shaochen was startled at first, then looked at Shangguan Zai suspiciously, feeling that he was joking.
General Yan is such a man that even he himself has a headache and has to ask Brother Zeng for help. Can you, a martial artist, do it?
"Give me the information and I'll help you reduce his prestige," Shangguan Zai vowed.
Silence!
Qu Shaochen took two deep puffs of his cigarette, then walked forward and unbuttoned Shangguan Zai's plain clothes, revealing his bulletproof vest.
Patting Shangguan Zai's belly, Qu Shaochen said in a deep voice, "What a strange bulletproof vest, where did you get it?"
Having dealt with arms for many years, Qu Shaochen had a very sharp eye. He noticed the unusualness of the bulletproof vest and found that it did not leave any bullet marks.
"The boss gave it to me." Shangguan Zai waved his hand and pushed Qu Shaochen away, as if the bulletproof vest on his body was a rare item and he was forbidden to look at it.
Qu Shaochen twitched his lips and looked angry. No one in the entire park dared to push him.
Is this guy mentally retarded? Qu Shaochen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Don't be too confident. To be honest, I don't have high hopes for you." Qu Shaochen said with a stiff face.
The subtext is, stop pretending, I’m laying my cards on the table, you’re trash in my eyes!
"Just tell me the address, and I'll bring the head to you in exchange for a reward." Shangguan Zai was not angry, for he knew that the customer is God.
"Come here, you old fool! Tell him." Qu Shaochen waved his hand and called General Ni Lai. He didn't know much about General Yan, so he had to rely on General Ni Lai for guidance.
General Ni Lai had to act as a tool again.
"General Yan has four sons, each in charge of an infantry brigade, stationed in the four directions of east, south, west and north outside the base camp." General Ni Lai explained.
"You are quite courageous. If you kill one of my sons, I will give you two million... No, five million!" Qu Shaochen said proudly.
The hidden message is: I have money, do you dare?
"Five million... How can I feel embarrassed about this? Just tell me the address, and I'll bring some brothers to get it done for you." Rubbing his hands, Shangguan Zai's eyes lit up. He especially hated generous bosses who always made him so happy that he couldn't control his facial expressions.
Stupid X! Looking at Shangguan Zai who left excitedly, Qu Shaochen couldn't help but sneer at him.
"Mr. Sun, please give me two days off. I will take a few brothers out to get the head." In the presidential suite, Sun Qingyu was wearing sexy pajamas, and she was served by several handsome young men.
Sun Qingyu deeply experienced the boring life of rich people. It was too boring. She wanted to change her taste. She heard that handsome Western guys were quite good. Why not try it tonight?
Sun Qingyu lazily opened the door and asked curiously, "Whose head are you taking?"
"General Yan's son, five million per head." Shangguan Zai did not hide the fact that his current mission was to protect Sun Qingyu, but the entire park was very safe, which did not prevent him from making some extra money when he had time.
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