Not only Master Ming, but also several people behind him saw the bodyguard's strange behavior.
Then he looked at the other brown color besides the white shirt, and it turned out to be a gun holster.
A black gun handle can also be seen inside the holster.
No one thought this could be fake.
So they all gasped.
The man with the gun who cannot speak Cantonese is definitely not a plainclothes policeman on duty, and he may not even be a Hong Konger.
If Hong Kong people can still openly carry guns in Hong Kong, then their status...or the status of their master is definitely astonishingly great and priceless!
That's right.
There is a difference between carrying a gun and holding a gun.
If the killers are not confident, they will just put the gun in their waist or hide it in their bag.
This is obviously the way the police and bodyguards with professional gun licenses wear them. It is absolutely confidence-inspiring, and people are not afraid of the police at all.
Mr. Ming is from a humble background, so naturally he has a very sharp eye.
I originally thought that they were just a few fierce people who came to Hong Kong to seek a life, duckweeds with no foundation, no matter how powerful they were, they were just like that.
But now people are obviously made of iron or even steel. Not to mention him, even the person behind him can only kneel down.
Changing from an arrogant smile to a flattering expression is indeed a test of skill. Mr. Ming always thought that he was strong, but it only took him three seconds to change to this completely different expression.
"Brothers, look at my bad mouth. I really deserve a beating! I deserve a beating!" Master Ming said in broken Mandarin. He nodded and bowed, while gently slapping his face with his hands. He stared at the bodyguards, preparing them to be dissatisfied.
If so, add more strength.
Hitting yourself is nothing, but asking others to hit you is not a slap in the face. If you are not careful, your hands and feet will be broken, and there is no place to reason.
"roll!"
The bodyguard didn't have him in his eyes at all, and he drank again in a cold voice.
"Okay, okay, I won't disturb you anymore, sorry, sorry!"
The bald man smiled shyly like a young man. But his subordinates had no intention of despising him.
This is no longer Hong Kong in the 1970s and 1980s. Who has nothing to do with a gun?
Being able to protect yourself and make a lot of money is what the new generation of gangsters should pursue!
"Wait a moment!"
Master Ming was turning around to leave when he suddenly heard a clear voice. The voice was still in Cantonese.
His heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to pretend not to hear it and move forward, but suddenly he saw several more men in black flashing out from the side following the shout, blocking his way forward.
Looking at the identical clothes, looking at the slightly bulging hardness under the armpits of the thin suit, and looking at the almost identical tough and indifferent aura, the bald man's sweat immediately started to flow.
Mother!
This time I went out to make extra money. The danger was really great!
With no other choice, he could only turn around and saw where a few bodyguards had stepped aside. Two teenagers came over.
One was the young man in a red T-shirt and jeans that he was looking for, and the other was the young man who had dinner with him just now and looked up at him a few times. He looked to be only in his twenties.
"Come, let's talk."
Xiao Qi looked at them and smiled. He and Yang Xue walked aside first.
Five or six bodyguards gathered around and let Mr. Ming pass alone, but they kept an eye on his men.
One of Master Ming's men tried to struggle impatiently, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was neatly put down to the ground.
When he saw him being beaten unconscious without a word, and the bodyguard who struck him was as careless as crushing an ant, the anger in Master Ming's heart immediately disappeared, and his whole body trembled, and his face was filled with tears.
It's a flattering smile.
"What's your name?" Standing in the corner, Xiao Qi asked calmly.
Xiao Qi is very tall. Although Mr. Ming is fat and powerful, he is only about 170cm tall. As a result, Xiao Qi's words are quite condescending.
"My name is Qin Xiaoming, you can just call me A Ming." Mr. Ming's broken Mandarin was difficult to understand, but when he deliberately spoke the words clearly, there was no big obstacle.
"Who sent you to find him?" Xiao Qi pointed at Yang Xuedao.
"I..." Qin Xiaoming wanted to distinguish between two sentences, but seeing Xiao Qi's sharp eyes, he couldn't tell any lies.
"Since you walked to this road, your eyes have searched around the shed here, and you have been staring at him directly. It has not changed." Xiao Qi said lightly: "And if I am not mistaken, you
There is a kind of cat-and-mouse playful complacency in his smile. Could this expression be explained by an accidental encounter or a misunderstanding?"
Qin Xiaoming was sweating profusely.
This young man could analyze so much just by looking at him from a distance. He was simply a monster!
Xiao Qi continued to apply pressure: "Say it, and I can let you go. But if you don't say it, can you explain whether you lost your left and right hands due to an accident, or your left and right feet?"
Qin Xiaoming's heart tightened.
He knows the tempers of these young men.
Laws and morals are nothing in their eyes. They just see whether they are happy or not.
If I really don't satisfy this young master today, then even if nothing happens tomorrow, something will happen the day after tomorrow... Even if nothing happens, worrying and being afraid all day long is not something a human being can bear.
"Mr. Zhu asked me to come!" After making a choice, Qin Xiaoming quickly made a decision, "He asked me to tie up this little brother and force him to give up the expensive calligraphy and painting at a low price."
"Um?"
Yang Xue's face turned ugly: "What does Mr. Zhu look like?"
"Very thin and dark, with very little hair." Qin Xiaoming wanted to sell cleanly, "He was originally from Duitou, 14x, and has successfully landed in the country over the years, but he is still inextricably linked to gangs.
.This time, we asked our boss to come forward and ask us to do this at a cost of 1 million."
"Good guy, it's not easy to tie someone up with 1 million." Xiao Qi laughed.
Yang Xue was very upset, "How come these people in Hong Kong are so unruly? They dare to do this for tens of millions of dollars! If it's hundreds of millions of dollars, wouldn't they have to kill people and steal the goods?"
Qin Xiaoming laughed dryly and did not dare to answer.
Xiao Qi nodded: "100 million is worth something, let alone Hong Kong. It's the same in the mainland, and it's similar abroad. Money moves people's hearts... Look, it's only 1 million now, wouldn't there be people who dare to have evil intentions?
Of course, if you were a Hong Konger, he wouldn’t do this. This is clearly bullying you. He thinks you are a tycoon from the mainland!"
Qin Xiaoming's face turned dark, but he could only giggle and say nothing.
"Then what should we do?" Yang Xuewen asked Xiao Qi.
He was not afraid of kidnapping at all. Xiao Qi sent him a dozen elite bodyguards from the Fairy Company just to prevent this kind of thing.
If it weren't for coming to Xiao Qi's side, those bodyguards would definitely not let him go out alone. So even if others have some evil intentions, they can't do it.
It's just that Yang Xue hates this person very much and feels that letting such a person get into the circle of antique collecting circles is simply an insult to everyone!
Xiao Qi hates others to attack the people around him the most. Yang Xue is one of Xiao Qi's two best friends. Xiao Qi finally rescued him from his tragic fate. Now he sees that others are going to attack him again.
Naturally, his anger was even greater than his.
After making a phone call, Xiao Qi and Yang Xue continued to sit and eat, but Qin Xiaoming and others could not leave yet. Under the "care" of several bodyguards, they could only stand in the corner, with ugly and uneasy faces.
The men who were knocked unconscious just now are now awake, but they still look stunned.
Looking at his stunned look and thinking about the guns that others had, Qin Xiaoming and others had no choice at all.
After more than ten minutes, the atmosphere was really depressing and uncomfortable, and then one of his subordinates asked Qin Xiaoming in a low voice: "Boss, when can we leave?"
"How do I know?" Qin Xiaoming lowered his head and said expressionlessly, "Damn it, I should have known better than to take a trip into this muddy water."
"Aren't they looking for the police?" one of the subordinates asked innocently.
"Idiot! The person he was looking for just now was 'Boss Yan, don't you understand?'" Qin Xiaoming slapped him on the head.
"Haha, I really don't understand Mandarin. It sounds awkward to speak." The subordinate begged for mercy.
"Who is this Boss Yan? Is he from our street?" Another subordinate asked doubtfully, "Why haven't I heard of it?"
"Why haven't you heard of it?" The subordinate just now sneered: "Isn't there just one boss, Yan Cheng Long Yan?"
"You kid is really good at joking!" Qin Xiaoming hit him again in a funny and angry tone, "Who is Boss Yan? He can be called out by a mainlander casually? Do you think he is Xiao Qi? Idiot!
"
"Old... old... old..." Suddenly, a subordinate standing at the edge stuttered so much that he almost fainted, "Look, look!"
Qin Xiaoming and others followed his finger and looked over, and what they saw in shock was that it was Yan Chenglong and several of his men who were hurriedly walking down the slope.
"fk!"
Qin Xiaoming immediately choked the guy next to him, "You bastard! Why does your mouth smell so bad? Are you going to kill me? I'll kill you!"
"Ah...uh..."
That guy was also unlucky. Qin Xiaoming pinched him so hard that he almost suffocated.
Fortunately, a few men nearby pulled Qin Xiaoming's hand away, but at this time he collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Let me go!"
Qin Xiaoming was going crazy with a red face, when Yan Chenglong happened to pass by him. Yan Chenglong glanced at him with cold eyes. Qin Xiaoming felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his forehead. Not only did his anger disappear,
, and his whole body started to tremble all of a sudden.
What kind of evil have I done!
Master Ming was about to cry but had no tears, so he patted his head with his hands, and his whole body became sad. (To be continued)
ps: Today is Christmas Eve, brothers, if you have some tender cabbage to nibble on, you can seize the opportunity! If you are an old couple, I wish you happiness every year!