After Dong Zhiyong got out of the car, the gun in the young man's hand was pointed at the back of his head.
"Put your hands up and put them where we can see them. You are not allowed to use mobile phones, you know?" Zhang Zhiguo said coldly.
Dong Zhiyong immediately complied.
"It seems that you, Mr. Han, like to kill people." Dong Zhiyong said, "But I would like to ask, how much money did Han Yulong give you? Let you kill me?"
Zhang Zhiguo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You have to do things for us, Mr. Han, no matter how much or how little money you have."
Dong Zhiyong sighed and said: "You people are really pathetic, doing this kind of thing without getting paid."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and kill him!" Zhang Zhiguo said quickly.
"I can give you whatever money you want."
As soon as Zhang Zhiguo finished speaking, Dong Zhiyong immediately said: "You know, I have a company with hundreds of millions of funds. Can Han Yulong give you so much money?"
After hearing Dong Zhiyong's words, Zhang Zhiguo and the two young men looked at each other.
Dong Zhiyong immediately saw that they acted on what he said.
"Mr. Dong, give me your bank card and tell me your bank password. Maybe I will consider sparing your life." Zhang Zhiguo finally said.
"Okay, okay, this is my bank card, take it."
Zhang Zhiguo took the bank card and said: "Mr. Dong, if there is a shortage of 50 million in this card, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Yes, yes!" Dong Zhiyong said, "There are 80 million in it, and they are all yours."
Zhang Zhiguo handed the bank card to one of his men and said: "Drive to the bank to check the balance. You must be back here in fifteen minutes."
"yes."
His men immediately took their bank cards and drove away from the scene.
Dong Zhiyong wiped the sweat from his face.
Although he had a chance to breathe temporarily, he didn't know if Zhang Zhiguo's men would kill him again when they came back.
There are indeed 80 million in the bank card.
But can 80 million buy back his own life?
After the other party gets the money, will he still kill people and silence them?
Judging from Zhang Zhiguo's appearance, there is a high possibility of killing him.
Thinking of this, Dong Zhiyong said: "Lao Zhang, I don't know how much money you made following Han Yulong, but I think I can make you worry-free for the rest of your life."
"With your 80 million, we have nothing to worry about."
"Haha, it's not necessarily 80 million divided between three people, right? Besides, won't Han Yulong kill you?"
Hearing Dong Zhiyong's words, Zhang Zhiguo was stunned for a moment.
"Impossible, Master Han is not such a person."
"You can kill me if I'm useless to him. If you're useless to him, will you be killed too? After all, you know more than me."
Zhang Zhiguo did not answer him immediately and seemed to be thinking about what Dong Zhiyong said.
"Actually, you just want me to let you live?" Zhang Zhiguo finally said, "No problem, I won't kill you later, as long as you transfer all your assets to me."
Dong Zhiyong grinned: "No problem, I just like to cooperate with a cheerful person like you."
In about fifteen minutes, their car drove over quickly.
When it reached them, the car stopped suddenly, the lights were turned off, and a man walked out.
"How is it? Are there 80 million in it?" Zhang Zhiguo asked his men who got out of the car.
"Yes, there are 80 million." His men said.
Zhang Zhiguo felt happy and said: "It seems that we can really make some money for retirement this time..."
Before he finished speaking, he swallowed it hard.
Because he saw another person get out of the car.
"Brother Zhang, he, he..."
His men were speechless with fear.
The man who got off the car raised his bank card and said with a smile: "Isn't it a bit of a loss to buy a life for 80 million?"
Hearing this voice, Dong Zhiyong and Zhang Zhiguo's heads buzzed.
Because the speaker was none other than Yang Xiaobao.
They never expected that Yang Xiaobao would follow.
This, what on earth is going on?
"You, how could you..."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "How did I get here? It's simple. Your men brought me here."
It turned out that after Yang Xiaobao followed Yin Rui back, he sent the license plate number of the truck driven by the killer and the phone number used to contact the killer to Wu Zhonghua in the provincial capital.
He asked Wu Zhonghua to check the license plate number and phone number.
Wu Zhonghua quickly found out for him that the vehicle was a cargo transport truck belonging to Chuncheng Hanjia Company.
And that phone number is a new number that was created secretly and cannot be investigated.
Hearing that the big truck belonged to the Han family, Yang Xiaobao immediately realized that it had something to do with Han Yulong.
So he borrowed a car from Yin Rui and stood guard at the entrance of Yahe Restaurant.
Sure enough, that night, he saw Dong Zhiyong leaving with Zhang Zhiguo and the others.
Yang Xiaobao followed the car to the outskirts of Chuncheng, but because the road they took was very remote, with no street lights and no vehicles passing by, Yang Xiaobao's car was easily spotted, so he decided to get out of the car and follow.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaobao saw the returning car on the way.
How could he take advantage of such a good opportunity?
After Yang Xiaobao took control of Zhang Zhiguo's men, he easily asked about the details of the matter.
Zhang Zhiguo knew that the incident had been exposed and winked at the gun-wielding man.
His men immediately understood what Zhang Zhiguo meant, pointed their guns directly at Yang Xiaobao, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
A flash of fire flashed in the darkness.
At such a close distance, ordinary people would definitely not be able to dodge this shot.
However, they were facing Yang Xiaobao.
Zhang Zhiguo felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Yang Xiaobao still standing there perfectly fine after the shot.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said quietly: "You can't kill me."
To these people, this voice was undoubtedly spoken by the devil.
They were all stunned there.
Yang Xiaobao's body flashed directly in front of the guy with the gun.
Only then did the guy react, and with an "ah" sound, he ducked back, raised the gun in his hand, and wanted to pull the trigger again.
But this time Yang Xiaobao would not give him a chance at all.
This guy felt his lower abdomen was hit hard and his whole body flew out.
The gun in his hand didn't know when it got into Yang Xiaobao's hand.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and pointed the gun at Zhang Zhiguo.
"Bang!"
Yang Xiaobao pulled the trigger.
Zhang Zhiguo screamed, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with one leg.
"Be honest with me." Yang Xiaobao said coldly, "otherwise no one will be able to leave alive today."
"Yang Xiaobao, we have no grievances with you, why are you going against us?" Zhang Zhiguo took a breath of air because of the pain and asked, "Dong Zhiyong wants to kill you, and we, Young Master Han, are here to help you eradicate Dong Zhiyong."