The killer obviously knew what Mr. Zhang meant. He was sweating from his forehead. He subconsciously looked back at Mr. Zhang. The only left hand held the steering wheel tightly, and was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"If I wait until I do it, the consequences will be very serious." Mr. Zhang was still lazy and said softly, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

But the killer felt a cold current suddenly surge out of his spine. The guy couldn't help but shiver. After all, he didn't dare to disobey Mr. Zhang's request. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

Along the way, the killer drove with fear and stared at Mr. Zhang with his light. At an intersection, the guy pulled the car door and rushed to the side, trying to rush out of the car.

But my body was just shocked, and before I could finish my movements, and even my arms were raised, Young Master Zhang next to me suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on the killer's shoulder.

The muffled groan came, and the killer felt that a huge rock was pressing over, and he couldn't move in an instant. He could no longer do anything except gritting his teeth to resist.

It seems that if you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces.

"If you are not honest, I will kill you." Mr. Zhang snorted coldly.

This completely destroyed the killer's last bit of courage and confidence to resist. The sentence was cold and without any emotion, as if it was a demon from hell. The killer knew that Young Master Zhang was not scaring him, he was a murderer!

At that moment, the killer gritted his teeth and continued to drive for Mr. Zhang timidly, but blood was still gushing out from his left arm. This guy was so scared that he had completely forgotten the fact that he was experiencing blood. He had lost too much blood and was dizzy.

His hands shivered, and the car tilted suddenly, almost hitting the street light in front.

"Okay, let's get to this place." Zhang Dashao said, stretching out his hand and tapping the killer's left arm and several acupoints on the killer's left arm and left chest twice. The terrifying wound gradually stopped the blood.

Seeing this magical scene, the killer became more shocked. What kind of method is this! This guy was even more afraid of Mr. Zhang.

Without any hesitation, the killer stepped on the brakes.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Mr. Zhang asked again at this time, his tone was calm, but it brought great pressure to the killer.

"I can tell you, but you have to promise me that you will let me go after I have told you everything." The killer forced himself to grit his teeth and said with difficulty, gritting his teeth and struggling.

Negotiating like this with Mr. Zhang is not an easy task.

A slight smile appeared on Mr. Zhang's face, and he slapped it in the killer's face.

With a clang, the killer's head hit the car window directly, shattering the car window, and his whole brain became blank instantly, as if his soul had emerged. In front of Mr. Zhang, this guy didn't even have the ability to resist at all.

Then, Young Master Zhang calmly tidied up his sleeves and said, "You are not qualified to bargain."

"It's Mr. Xiong!" The killer grinned his teeth in pain, and his facial features on his face twisted violently. He didn't dare to delay any more. He immediately said anxiously, "It was a man who called himself Mr. Xiong who asked me to do this. He gave me 30,000 yuan to buy your life."

"Mr. Xiong?" Zhang Dashao raised his eyebrows. He had never even heard of this guy. He could deal with him. Who would it be?

"Then have you met Mr. Xiong?"

"No, I haven't seen it. One of the rules in our industry is to only recognize money and not see people." The killer shook his head repeatedly, his face pale, "But I can contact Mr. Xiong."

"Then you're not going to hurry up."

The killer dared not be negligent at all. He immediately took out his cell phone and broadcasted a number. After twenty seconds, the receiver only opened, but no one spoke, only a low and long breathing sound.

Of course, the killer would never hear the breathing sound.

The killer was about to speak, but Young Master Zhang snatched his phone directly and Youyou said, "Mr. Xiong?"

The other side of the receiver was obviously stunned, and then a low voice sounded: "Who are you?"

"The person you want to kill." Zhang Dashao's eyes shone brightly and he said in a deep voice.

"That waste can't deal with you." There was no surprise at the sound on the other side of the receiver. "That bomb is treated as a gift I gave you. Now, give the phone to that waste."

Young Master Zhang sneered and threw his phone over. The killer took it. The sound of buying it immediately became cold and serious: "Driving to the old place."

Doodu.

After saying this, Mr. Xiong hung up the phone directly.

The killer turned his head and was about to convey Mr. Xiong's meaning to Mr. Zhang, but he saw Mr. Zhang nodding directly and said, "Driving, do what Mr. Xiong said."

The killer muttered in his heart, this kid was pretending, he didn't know what Mr. Xiong said, and he looked so clear-headed, but he still drove honestly.

About ten minutes later, the killer's car was parked next to a small wood. The guy changed his mind and felt like hesitating for a pin and needle, constantly struggling and hesitating about what to do.

Run away, he really doesn't have the courage. Mr. Zhang's ruthlessness deeply shocked him. If he doesn't run away, he has no value for use at the moment. Who knows what this terrifying young man will do to him?

But the next moment, the killer was not so entangled. He suddenly felt his neck tightening. When he realized that he had already realized that there was a hand on his neck, a fair hand! Mr. Zhang’s hand!

"You, what are you going to do!" The killer's entire life was controlled by Young Master Zhang. He couldn't move, his eyes widened, and everything inside was filled with horror.

He subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted, but he could only breathe in and breathe in one breath after another, unable to even say a word.

Young Master Zhang didn't even look at the killer who was struggling desperately, and just carried him directly, got off the business car and walked into the woods. His spiritual sense had already discovered Mr. Xiong's figure.

At this moment, Mr. Xiong was squatting beside a tree at a distance of more than 400 meters in front of the woods. He seemed casual and lazy, but in fact, he was ready to go and could burst out with a sharp blow at all times.

This is the style of a master, and no matter when, I will not relax my vigilance.

When he walked into the woods, Mr. Zhang exerted a little force with his hand. The killer's head drooped weakly, and his whole body stopped moving.
Chapter completed!