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He stood there, and was so popular that he was like eating a dead toad. He couldn't swallow or vomit it out, like a thorn in his throat.

More than 700 subordinates are now lying in a pool of blood, with corpses everywhere, and the cold bodies are stacked into a small hill.

He thought he was sure to win, and with the advantage of numerical power, he could easily win this so-called golden iron triangle.

But there is a saying that you are still yours after all. In the face of absolute strength, this number of people is simply not worth mentioning.

Not to mention one thousand, even ten thousand, they can't rush in when they are suppressed by fire. The gap between the strength between the enemy and us is too big.

These so-called mafia are just gangsters on the streets of the territory. They usually collect protection fees and tease bad girls.

Many of them have never seen guns before. They usually just use daggers to scare the elderly men and women.

Now, Abudubali has equipped them all with guns, and they can learn quickly and pull the trigger. They don’t know how to open the insurance of a little dull face.

How could these native chickens and tiles be opponents of the elite members of the Cold-blooded Legion?

You should know that these thirty-six people are all elites from thousands. They have been on the battlefield and have been baptized and tempered by blood and tears. How can they be compared with those stinky tomatoes and rotten sweet potatoes?

Some people just don’t know how to live or die, Abudumimiti is like this, and his father Abudubaal is like this, it’s purely worthy of it.

"Come on, are you still going to continue to charge? I'm going to kill one, kill two, kill one pair, I'm going to wait for it!"

Ye Qiu waved his hand and roared at the remaining three hundred mafia, provoking them nakedly.

These guys had already been silent, so they dared not come forward rashly. They turned around with a "brush" sound, and slipped faster than a rabbit.

They don’t want to die. It’s okay if they have old men and young men, but there are mistresses and lovers outside. The whole family depends on their protection fees.

In a matter of minutes, these more than 300 mafia disappeared. At this time, in the entire abandoned school, except for the corpses, only Abudubaal and Xiaofei, the bodyguard who was humming and scurrying on the ground.

Ye Qiu didn't have time to talk nonsense to this old guy, so he waved his hand. Zhongli behind him immediately understood and took out "Xiao Hei"!

"I have given you a chance. If you don't cherish it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Cold-blooded slowly raised "Xiao Hei". He deliberately slowed down to see if the old guy Abudubali looked back.

Sure enough, this old guy was timid. After seeing the spear, he was already in chaos.

"Plopped..."

Only a crisp sound was heard, Abudubali fell to the ground with his knees without any hesitation.

Those who know the times are heroes, but he can still distinguish the situation. He can act as a mighty person in the territory and not take anyone seriously.

But in the sea of ​​heaven, there are too many capable people and strangers, and the hell Shura in the dark world is not something he can afford to provoke.

To put it simply, Ye Qiu is in the king's rank, while Abudubali is in the bronze rank, and even bronze is not, at most it is a piece of scrap iron.

This world is so realistic. The strong are respected. Being rich and powerful does not necessarily mean you can cover the sky with just your hands. The most important thing is strength.

"Don't kill me, don't you just want three hundred billion coins? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

Abudubali's voice trembled a little. As a generation of heroes, he finally bowed his head and admitted defeat.

In recent years, he has made great contributions to the clouds and rain in the territory. His value is over 100 billion yuan, and he still has a lot of savings in his hands.

For him, who is unyielding, although the three hundred billion yuan is extremely painful, it is worth it to save his and his son's lives.

He still understands this principle if he stays with the green mountains and does not worry about the lack of firewood. As long as people are still alive, they will have the opportunity to take revenge.

A gentleman takes revenge, it’s not too late for ten years. When he returns to the territory and gathers stronger warriors, he will definitely kill him back to Tianhai and kill this Ye boy!

"oh?"

Ye Qiu, who had shown all the murderous intentions, suddenly put down the "Xiao Hei" in his hand, and a faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Shura, as long as you can release Mimiti and me, I will immediately send someone to your overseas account for 30 billion.

But I also have a requirement, that I must see my son, and that I must ensure his personal safety before I can send you money.”

Although Abudubaal was afraid, he still maintained his rationality. From the beginning of entering this dilapidated school, he had not seen his son yet and felt very unsure.

Ye Qiu would naturally satisfy this small request. After snapping his fingers, Mu Qingleng, who was behind him, immediately handed an iPad.

It can be clearly seen that Abudumimiti was tied up at this time, and the location was the secret base of Tianhai.

Beside him was Wang Kai, who had been guarding this guy and not allowed anyone to approach him.

"Old guy, your son is living well. I don't want his life!" Ye Qiu said with a sneer.

"Son, are you doing well now? Are they embarrassed you?"

After seeing Abudumimiti, the old guy immediately started yelling, feeling sorry for his parents in the world. Even if he is a bad person, he still cares about his own seeds.

"Dad, wuwuwu... They hit me, it hurts so much, you must save me..."

Abudumimiti, who was tied up, cried like a tearful person. His pretty face was so white that he was so dark that he was so handsome at the beginning?

Now he is talking, and he doesn't look like a young master in the territory at all, but more like a little beggar who hasn't eaten for several days.

"Son, don't be afraid, Dad will come to save you now!"

After Abudubali confirmed that his son was still alive, he immediately contacted the company accountant who was far away without saying a word.

Since the funds of 30 billion are too large, they cannot transfer money at all, so they can only reach overseas accounts.

Ye Qiu gave the account of Ayilian Group to this old guy. Half an hour later, James immediately sent a message that all the money was received.

This old guy is indeed a rich man. It seems that he has harmed a lot of money from ordinary people in the territory over the years, and he has made heavy taxes than tigers.

Originally, he wanted to use the money for the Luo family to rise again, but after thinking about it, he gave up his original idea.

He contacted the governor on the territory and transferred all the 30 billion yuan, saying that the money was used for territory construction and distributed to the poor people.

Robbing the rich to help the poor and practicing the way for heaven has always been the main theme of the Cold-blooded Legion. In recent years, Cold-blooded has always done this in the dark world.

If you are poor, you will be able to protect yourself; if you are prosperous, you will help the world. A man should have such a broad pattern.
Chapter completed!