Jim said proudly: "That's right, I've spent a lot of effort here, all the money is money."

"Haha, we can work together frequently in the future. We have money, and you have someone." Song Qingshu suddenly felt heroic. His family was not just rich, but the key was that he was willing to spend it for him. He was the only child in the family. He spoiled him since he was a child. As long as he spoke, the family would basically not refuse. This is also the reason why Song Qingshu could spend a lot of money abroad. If he didn't give him money, he wouldn't have to spend it.

Jim nodded naturally and said, "Yes, as long as you pay, Jim can do anything. Here, I am the real person of order."

The implication was that the police couldn't do anything to him. Song Qingshu nodded and said, "Okay, you'll do this time well. They will arrive later. Your people will beat that man first. He dares to humiliate me like that..."

"Two legs or two hands, you have the final say, but if you want him to disappear from this world without knowing it, you have to add more money." Jim raised his finger and shook it. One hundred thousand euros is enough to buy a life. However, considering that these stupid money from China is so easy to make, Jim added money. Anyway, they are not short of money, right?

Sure enough, Song Qingshu rubbed his chin with his hand and said, "It depends on his performance. If he dares to show off with me, he will kill him. Can the money be calculated separately? This tone must be given!"

Jim's eyes lit up. He would never be unable to get along with money. He nodded directly when he heard that Song Qingshu didn't even bargain, so he praised him and said, "It turns out that he is a rich Chinese. I just heard of it before, and this time he really saw it."

"Haha, Chinese people are indeed rich." Song Qingshu smiled.

"You are a person who does big things and can treat your compatriots so ruthlessly," Jim said.

A ruthlessness flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, he shook his head, and corrected: "Jim, what you said is wrong. I am very good to my compatriots. I will even give a few more dollars to beggars, and it is even more good to the young master and the others. But like that, he is not my compatriot, and at best he is a bastard."

Hua Dashao laughed at him. It was impossible for them to get together to say how deep the relationship they had. However, they were all friends with wine and meat. Because everyone has the same interests and hobbies, they are all rich people and unified rich second generations. The destructive power of these people getting together is also amazing, and they are all very arrogant, which means not to take others seriously.

"Here you come." A hot feeling burst out in Song Qingshu's eyes. He wished he could have the peerless beauty now. When he thought of this, his body even began to tremble slightly, holding his hands together, showing his inner excitement.

"Song, go and humiliate that man who is inferior to the beggar. If he dares to make any changes, my people will tell him to know what life is worse than death." Jim encouraged. He is the kind of white man who looks down on yellow people and black people. Although he also has black people, his status is not as good as that of local white people.

A group of people stood carelessly, waiting to watch Song Qingshu perform a good show, but the man they thought was about to be inferior to beggars was very comfortable at this time. He was not abused in the car. Of course, it was impossible for those who wanted to abuse him to be these people.

As Song Qingshu and others were looking forward to it, oh no, it should be said that the joking eyes, the next few cars drove in one after another.

Song Qingshu was ready to wait for that compatriot. Oh no, a man who was worse than a beggar got out of the car and greeted the eyes of his winner. It would be better not to be beaten to the point of being bruised. Song Qingshu felt that he should hit this punch first.

Cramped... the car door opened, but no one jumped down, and Song Qingshu could see the scene inside the car. The smug expression on his face quickly changed, but turned into astonishment. Two seconds later, he raised his finger and pointed at Li Yifei and shouted: "What's wrong with you... what happened to them?"

Li Yifei grinned and pulled his other hand back from behind the Saint. On the other hand was a black pistol with a long silencer tube on it. The moment the car was pulled open, the black muzzle was aimed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu has also played with guns. He even collected many guns at his home in London. There is no chance to touch this thing in China, but here he can buy it with money, so he doesn't have to worry about being confiscated by the police. He has also fired many times, but... he was pointed at by a gun, but Song Qingshu has never been there once, and there have not been many people in China who have guns, and no one dares to point at him.

This is different from what I thought. Song Qingshu shouted in his heart, but unfortunately he was pointed at by Li Yifei with a gun, and he subconsciously did not dare to move. Since he was a child, he saw that he was pointed at by a gun and did not move. Song Qingshu subconsciously did not dare to move.

Jim, who had taken two steps behind him, saw the gun and immediately shouted: "Do not!"

At the same time, he also took a step forward, knocked away Song Qingshu hard, and then subconsciously pulled out his pistol from his waist, preparing to fight back. Unfortunately, his speed was too slow. Li Yifei could even fire five or six guns during this period, or choose the part he hit. He did not hit Jim on the head, but a single shot destroyed his hand that drew his gun.

"Bang!" The pistol with a silencer burst out with a light sound. Jim uttered a whimper, his feet softened, and he rushed directly to the ground. The arm where the gun was pulled was also shot out of blood.

At the same time, Song Qingshu was also pushed to the ground by him. He was shocked and heard gunshots. He subconsciously used his limbs and rolled and crawled to avoid them. A bullet shot half a meter in front of him, and the hot bullet flew out. Song Qingshu's body suddenly froze. At that moment, he even felt the approaching death, and his body's movements came to an abrupt end.

The other party had a gun in his hand and his shooting skills were very good. Song Qingshu immediately did not dare to move, and even dared not turn around, shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Song Qingshu, who was immersed in this situation, was so good that his friends were not much better. They hid in panic and looked for cover. Several women even exclaimed, while Jim's men immediately drew their guns and prepared to fight back.

Anyone who draws a gun is quickly hit and makes a bitter howl. Li Yifei smiled and took off the empty magazine without any haste, replaced it with a new magazine, and said to people outside in English: "People with weapons should put down their weapons, or kneel down there. I can consider not making things difficult for you."

Who would have thought that the Chinese man who was worse than a beggar the moment ago suddenly became a sharpshooter, and he fired several shots without saying a word. Even except for Song Qingshu, he hit all the other devils.

He met a tough guy! Jim, who was covering his arms, immediately thought of this. He still had a gun on his body, but he did not dare to make any moves. Although he did not see the demon-like man, he knew that as long as he dared to move, the other party's bullet would definitely fall on him in the next second. There was no doubt about it.

"Dear, let's get off the car." Li Yifei shocked everyone, then turned his head and said to the saint.

The saint smiled on her face, nodded slightly, stretched out her hand and handed it to Li Yifei's hand, letting him get out of the car. At this moment, a dissatisfied gang member suddenly pulled out his gun from his arms and prepared to shoot.

His movement was halfway through, and he even pulled out the gun and pointed it at Li Yifei and the Saint. Unfortunately, his hand was shot by Li Yifei's bullet before he could pull the trigger. With a bang, the bullet shot in from his palm, as if it would turn, and shot it in his thigh again. With one shot and two holes, the man immediately exclaimed in pain.

Of course, Li Yifei does not have the skill of turning the bullet's ballistics with the protagonist in the TV series, but his bullet not only hits his palm holding the gun, but also hits the pistol, so the direction of the bullet has changed. He is so unlucky that he will be in trouble now, and the bullet hits his leg again.

Originally, many people suddenly heard the pain howlings of pain from the quiet car repair shop, and none of this affected the smile on Li Yifei's face. He pulled the saint's hand out of the car, and carried a gun in his other hand, like a devil.

The saint's smile was just for Li Yifei. She would not color the others, and the cold temperament on her body naturally dispersed. Of course, most people did not dare to look at the two of them at this time, for fear that they would be affected.

Holding the gun, Li Yifei glanced around. He didn't say anything, and the people on the other side didn't dare to speak. Jim raised his head, but when he saw Li Yifei's gun, he immediately lowered his head.

"The environment here is good!" Li Yifei said in English. Everyone present could understand it. If nothing else, in his tone, Li Yifei looked like a tourist who came to visit, not a demon holding a pistol.

So as soon as these words were said, many people's bodies trembled. The place was good and remote. Even people around them would not come here because they knew that Jim was a gangster and had many subordinates. Only those who repair cars or want to smuggle cars would come here.

Even if there was a gunshot, others might not come to check it out, and the police would not come. If Li Yifei wanted to kill someone, then... Jim didn't dare to think about it anymore. He was afraid of death. So a few seconds later, when Li Yifei walked up to him, Jim even put his face on the ground.

"You are the boss here?" Li Yifei's leather shoes stepped on Jim's face. Jim could even smell the fresh shoe polish on the leather shoes. When he was thinking about how to answer the other person, the man said impatiently: "I'm asking you."

"I...I am!" Jim said with a tough bullet.
Chapter completed!