"The gold bars I have there are... what, ten or eight? Why do you want so many gold bars? No matter how many gold bars I have, they won't be enough for you to spend like this." Liang Yong agreed casually at first, but later he asked in surprise when he realized something was wrong.

"Hey, the company's business has been expanding recently. We are looking at several real estate properties and are planning to buy them and resell them. Besides, having more brothers means more expenses, and we are also fighting with Li Dachang all day long. You disappeared a few days ago, and we had a fight with Qin Wu's bodyguards, and you were injured.

I have a few younger brothers..." Lao Wu explained sheepishly.

"By the way, how is Li Dachang doing lately? Are you sure you can defeat him?" Liang Yong asked with a frown.

"Haha, now that Li Dachang has been suppressed by us and can't hold his head up, it will be a matter of time for him to get out of Hualiu Street. It's just a matter of demolition of the cotton factory. He has strong backers, so we can only delay, and there is no better way.

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"Without overthrowing Li Dachang's backer, this guy really can't be beaten to death. Is there any news about Wang Dali?" Liang Yong nodded.

"It should be soon. Dali has been so elusive lately that he rarely sees people." Lao Wu guessed.

The two discussed it for a while, and Lao Wu mentioned the gold bars again.

Liang said with a mysterious smile: "Don't worry! We don't need gold bars for the time being, and someone will give us a lot of money soon."

In the next few days, Liang Yong socialized very frequently, running around all day long. Today he invited Zhang Dabiao to dinner, and tomorrow he invited Chen Bufan to dinner. In the evening, he also accompanied Jin Qiaoqiao, Qin Yu and others to watch movies, go clubbing, and play mahjong...

The later it gets late at night, the more he likes to run out alone, and Lao Wu's worried reminders are of no use.

On this day, after having dinner with Xiong Daoming, Liang Yong went to the hotel to book a room so that Xiao Lu and the others could come over to accompany Xiong Daoming. He left alone, deliberately leaving the Hummer in the hotel parking lot and walked home.

When I walked to Yanjiang Road, I suddenly felt alert and secretly rejoiced: "Haha, the target is here."

Suddenly, a motorcycle rushed over from the opposite street at a very fast speed.

The person in front was driving, and the person in the back took out a silent pistol from his arms, pointed it at Liang, and shot.

"Puff..." There were several faint gunshots, and the killer watched the bullets fly towards Liang Yong. Liang Yong didn't notice it yet, and he was secretly proud of himself.

I thought that this ten million was really easy to make. If I had known it would be so easy to send my iron-clad killer here.

In front of his eyes, the bullet passed through Liang Yong's body. He was even more overjoyed and ordered the driver to slow down to see if Liang Yong was dead.

The motorcycle passed by Liang Yong. Liang Yong, who had been clutching his chest as if in pain, suddenly moved. His palm seemed to stretch out slowly, but he accurately grabbed the two people's necks and lifted them off the motorcycle with all his strength.

He got up. The motorcycle lost control, rushed out for more than ten meters and then fell, sending a long string of sparks on the ground.

Then the killer saw Liang Yong's proud smile and greeted them politely: "Brother, bring me money!"

I don’t know why the killer was so sluggish. He tried to resist but found that he couldn’t move at all. With Liang’s current skills, killing them was as easy as squeezing a mosquito to death.

Liang exerted force with his palms, and the two killers fainted at their feet. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Lao Wu's number and said, "Have you found the empty house I asked you to find? Come pick me up at Yanjiang Road."

I was quite disappointed. Looking at the skills of the two of them, they were not as good as Ruan Linghua. At most, they were a slightly higher level than the bronze medal killer. Such low-level killers didn't have much luck.

Ten minutes later, Lao Wu rushed over in an off-road vehicle. He saw the two killers with a strange look on their faces: "Who are these?"

"Hehe, you gave us money." Liang Yong smiled evilly, threw the killer into the car, and then ordered his younger brother to ride the Yamaha motorcycle back, dismantle it and sell it. It is not easy to make money now, no matter how big or small it is, you have to make it

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In an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, two killers were tied to a machine tool. Lao Wu poured a bucket of cold water on each of them to wake them up.

"If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to scratch, then scratch. Anyway, we won't say anything!" The two killers stiffened their necks and roared as if they were dead.

To be a killer, you need to have the courage not to be afraid of death. A traitor who is timid and afraid of death cannot be a killer.

"Why should I ask you questions? I'm not interested in your murder experience." Liang Yong sat on the only one in the warehouse, crossing his legs comfortably and leisurely. He was originally lazy.

People will never sit if they can lie down, and they will never stand if they can sit.

"Then what do you want?" the killer asked strangely.

"Money, what I want is money." Liang Yong said seriously, and then said to his men: "Go search their bodies and search for all the valuables. Remember, the clothes on their bodies are also worth a hundred and eighty dollars."

Ten of them, pick them up together..."

Lao Wu was sweating and his subordinates were ashamed. This boss was too stingy.

The killer stared at Liang Yong with his eyes wide open, as if he were an alien.

After a search, his men reported to Liang Yong with a bunch of things: "Brother Liang, they don't have much money on them. They have less than 10,000 yuan in cash in total, and they don't have a bank card. Except for two pistols, they have nothing else."

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"Oh no! You are so poor. Hey! Do you still have money?" Liang Yong was so angry that he slapped the back of his chair and asked the killer fiercely.

"We have no money. We always eat and use it all. This time we didn't finish the job, and we didn't receive any money." A killer shook his head and said firmly.

"We don't have any money, wouldn't it be a big loss if we just let you go like this?" Liang Yong scratched his head.

When the killers saw hope, there were expressions of surprise on their faces, and they begged repeatedly: "Brother, please let us go! We are just paupers. As long as you let me go, we promise not to kill you again." This is already enough for the killers.

This is the biggest concession.

"Bah! You want to leave even if you don't have money." Liang Yong roared, his face darkened. The killer was frightened, thinking how could this man change his face so quickly, faster than a woman taking off her pants? He couldn't be a lunatic! No wonder someone else made such a move.

Be sure to kill him.

"Let's get in touch tomorrow and ask patients in the hospital who need organ transplants to come and buy organs. We guarantee they are fresh and cheap. We can sell anything as long as the patients need it." Liang Yong impatiently ordered his subordinates.

"Yes, Brother Liang." His subordinates immediately cheered and shouted, and walked to the side to make a phone call.

At this time, Lao Wu also understood what Liang Yong was doing, and gave Liang a thumbs up and said: "High, that's high. How can these two people sell their organs for hundreds of thousands, which is enough to be worth a gold bar?"

"Alas! Although I won't make much money from this business, I will always make some money, so be it! Tomorrow I will continue to attract killers and see if I can catch a rich killer." Liang Yong shook his head helplessly and sighed.

When the killer heard this conversation, he was frightened, more frightened than killing them directly. The thought of being cut off a kidney today, a piece of liver tomorrow, and an eyeball the day after tomorrow...
Chapter completed!