Seeing the vast gathering of gangsters carrying various weapons, Brother Diao felt like he was riding a tiger.

Now, he finally experienced the feeling of walking on thin ice as a superior.

Generally speaking, those who are in power will have huge psychological pressure, a sense of urgency at all times, fear of being surpassed, and fear of encountering powerful opponents.

What depresses the superiors the most is this kind of thing, a meaningless fight. If you don't show up, your subordinates will gradually become dissatisfied. When the dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain level, it will easily break out.

Obviously, this is a risky investment.

When encountering this kind of thing, if you beat your opponent to death with a stick and get a large sum of money, everyone will naturally be happy. Both the actual interests and prestige will rise linearly. However, if he encounters a powerful opponent, then his efforts will be greatly reduced.

All efforts before the meeting were in vain.

Seeing that the other party did not leave any room for action and would cut off hands and feet at every turn, it was obvious that the other party was a master of martial arts and not a kind person.

However, what reassures Brother Diao is that the other party seems to have scruples. In the face of a strong advantage, they did not ask for compensation, but instead ran away in a panic. This reassured Brother Diao a lot.

Of course, what makes Brother Diao feel most at ease is the "guy" in his waist, which gives him confidence.

Unable to help himself, Brother Diao touched the pistol that exuded cold air in his waist. This was the pistol that kept him alive. This pistol had been with him for some years. It was the May 4th style and had strong recoil. It was inaccurate. However, Brother Diao was not sure about this.

This guy has feelings, so he will let his subordinates carry him most of the time. At critical moments, he will carry it himself.

Of course, the "guys" are rarely used. They mainly have a few five-shot rifles with shortened barrels. In a firefight, this kind of thing is the most lethal weapon.

Many times, these "guys" are very intimidating when displayed, and the battle is absolutely won, usually without a fight...

A practitioner!

"snort!"

Brother Diao let out a heavy hum, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes.

Is it useful to have high martial arts skills?

Brother Diao remembered his experience of Pengci a long time ago. It was Brother Diao's experience at the train station three years ago. Pengci met a master who practiced Jiazi. The master was in his forties. He defeated him with his bare hands.

There were more than a dozen brothers. As a result, Brother Diao and five others rushed over with kitchen knives. Under a flurry of knives, the master was cut all over with cuts and bruises...

Inexplicably, a strange smile appeared on Brother Diao's face, and he remembered a classic Internet language.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives!

If you wear more [***], you will be knocked down with a brick!

…

People slowly gathered towards the hotel where Zhang Yang was staying.

There were many people, but it was very quiet. They went in in groups of twos and threes, as if there was nothing special. Some gangsters first controlled the hotel's monitoring room, and then kept an eye on the hotel's front desk. Almost every employee in the hotel was surrounded.

With no manpower available, everything was carried out quietly and in an orderly manner.

Brother Diao doesn’t want to kill people, Brother Diao doesn’t want to cause trouble, what Brother Diao has to do is to make the other party submit and lose money, that’s enough. His job is to extort money, not to kill people and buy goods. In fact, Brother Diao doesn’t have to do it himself.

, However, there is also a long-repressed desire lurking in his heart. He also likes to touch porcelain. He likes to see other people's panic, hatred, gnashing of teeth but helpless expressions. This greatly satisfies him deep in his heart.

A kind of perversion**.

He comes out to get money. If the other party can pay a large amount of money and get addicted to porcelain, Brother Diao will be fine. In fact, the key is money. If you give those who have lost their hands and feet every

With hundreds of thousands of yuan per person, I guess they won’t cause trouble...

"Dong dong...!"

"Dong dong...!"

The four Zhang Yang people sitting in the hall looked at each other and saw that the real master was here. Judging from the regular knocks on the door, he was a person of high status, not impatient, not anxious, and very calm.

"Come on, sit down, sit down..."

It was Xiao Lizi who opened the door. Xiao Lizi opened the door with a smile on his face and a harmless expression, and let Brother Diao and a group of people come in. Brother Diao brought more than 20 people with him. This time, he dispatched nearly 200 people, most of whom

People controlled the rooms of the drivers and black bodyguards, as well as the hotel employees, to prevent them from calling the police. Clues showed that the main characters were all in this suite, so the drivers and bodyguards who were Zhang Yang were not alerted.

"Bang!" The door was gently closed, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of Diao Ge's mouth. This was the best effect. I thought I would go to a lot of trouble to enter this room, but unexpectedly, I just knocked on the door and came in. You know,

Breaking and entering is still not a good idea. This legally constitutes the crime of breaking into a private house. Brother Diao is a good and law-abiding citizen and will never do anything illegal.

Immediately, Brother Diao felt something was wrong.

The room was so weird that it made people feel a little uneasy.

Four young people.

A guy with well-developed limbs was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, looking leisurely.

Another young man was actually trimming his nails with a sharp sword in his hand. His eyes were extremely focused and he didn't even raise his head. This reminded Brother Diao of the masters who trim their nails with sharp swords described in martial arts novels.

The temperament and feeling are very similar to that description.

The person who opened the door was a young man with an evil smile. After opening the door, he came to the side of another young man. This young man was very special, but Brother Diao didn't know what was so special. At this time, the young man's

Eyes always looking at him.

A very bad feeling filled the air.

Very depressing.

Very dull!

Brother Diao didn't say anything. He was waiting for the other party to speak. This was a tactic to exert psychological pressure. Often, when negotiating with an opponent, those who speak first are those who lack confidence. Of course, there are exceptions, that is, those who are too powerful to

Ignoring the existence of opponents, many people will put forward conditions when opening their mouths. However, this is no longer negotiation, but a kind of domineering...

Obviously, Zhang Yang has reached the point of ignoring his opponents.

"Are you the boss?" Zhang Yang looked at Brother Diao with a pair of deep eyes, and Zhang Yang's words were full of irresistible domineering.

"Yes!" Brother Diao's heart skipped an inexplicable beat. As soon as this very ordinary young man spoke, people felt a sense of surrender, forcing him to answer.

"Sit!" Zhang Yang's eyes signaled Brother Diao to sit on a chair.

"You..." Brother Diao's eyes fell on the chair, and suddenly, a wave of evil fire rose up. This was indeed a chair, but the four legs of the chair were broken, making it half shorter than a normal chair.

"sit down!"

Suddenly, Aze raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes flashed through the air like lightning.

Awesome murderous intent!

The dozen or so people who entered the room shuddered and felt chills running down their spines.

"Joke..." Brother Diao sneered. He is also the boss of the party. Although he has a strange feeling in his heart, he will never give up because of the fear in his heart. Otherwise, Brother Diao will not be Brother Diao, let alone Brother Diao.

Perhaps having climbed to this position, his hands had already touched a hint of coldness in his trouser pockets. The cold metal texture made him feel safe. He even imagined that several arrogant young people in front of him were already kneeling in front of him.

My feet are shaking all over...

Brother Diao's voice was interrupted again. This time, it was not his voice that interrupted him, but the overwhelming murderous aura. In the midst of the lightning and flint, Aze's body was like a taut spring, and then suddenly straightened his body.

A fleeting afterimage...

"Ah!" With a scream, Brother Diao's entire arm fell to the ground. The bloody arm was still holding an old May 4th-style pistol.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

At the moment Aze drew his sword, several rifles hidden in the crowd were loaded. However, Aze's speed was so fast that they had no time to pull the trigger. The cold light had already swept away.

However, as if the elf in the night appeared and disappeared, the few people in front could not stop Aze's speed...

A moment of silence.

"ah!"

…

The screams were heart-stopping. Three rifles fell to the ground, followed by three bloody hands. At this time, Aze had returned to the chair where he was sitting, still trimming his nails.

It was as if he had been sitting there all along.

"Don't make any noise!"

This voice was full of supreme authority. Immediately, the room fell into an extreme silence. In the depressing silence, an atmosphere of terror filled the air crazily. More than ten people had frightened expressions on their faces, and those guys with severed hands

Their faces were twisted with suppressed pain. Obviously, they were trying to control their pain.

Looking at a group of dumbfounded gangsters, Zhang Yang slowly stood up and slowly took Brother Diao's Type 54 pistol in his hand.

"Click" the gun is loaded.

"What a gun!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire. Although this gun was old, it was well maintained.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yang took a pillow in his hand, walked to Brother Diao and squatted down, looking into Brother Diao's eyes lightly and asked.

"They all call me Brother Diao..." Brother Diao's eyes were filled with anger, and the anger of hatred made him forget his fear.

"Boom!"

The Type 54 pistol made a muffled sound, and the bullet passed through the pillow and hit Diao Ge's knee. Because of the pillow, the gunshot was not loud.
To be continued...