Yang Xiaobao said oh, and said with a smile: "What do you mean is that I want to thank you Mr. Han?"
"Of course, our Young Master Han is helping you!"
Dong Zhiyong immediately shouted: "What they said was false. All of this was instructed by Han Yulong behind his back, including the killer, which he also found."
"Dong Zhiyong, do you have any evidence?" Zhang Zhiguo said, "It was the killer you met, you paid the killer. Who doesn't know that you want Yang Xiaobao to leave?"
Dong Zhiyong opened his mouth and wanted to refute a few words, but in the end he said nothing.
After all, all this is true, it is just that he wants to kill Yang Xiaobao.
Han Yulong and his men have already put themselves in a safe area.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said to Dong Zhiyong: "Mr. Dong, in the future, you must learn to screen a partner."
Dong Zhiyong wanted to grin, but his expression was even uglier than crying.
"Mr. Yang, this really doesn't matter to us. Just spare us." Zhang Zhiguo begged for mercy.
Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said lightly: "Give up you all, no problem. Go back and tell Han Yulong that if you want to deal with me, come openly."
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Zhang Zhiguo and his men were delighted.
"Okay, okay, I will tell Mr. Han when I go back."
"Then let's get out while I'm in a good mood!" Yang Xiaobao said coldly.
Zhang Zhiguo's two subordinates immediately helped Zhang Zhiguo up and fled to the distance.
"Yang Xiaobao, you let the main culprit who killed you go away." Dong Zhiyong said immediately when he saw this.
Yang Xiaobao snorted, looked at Dong Zhiyong, and said coldly: "Dong Zhiyong, haven't you always wanted me to die?"
Dong Zhiyong knew that he would definitely not have a good ending if he fell into Yang Xiaobao's hands today.
So he didn't hide it anymore, straightened his chest and said loudly: "Yang Xiaobao, you are right. I have always wanted you to die. I also found the killer this time."
"Dong Zhiyong, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Yang Xiaobao asked lightly.
After saying that, he pointed the muzzle of the pistol at Dong Zhiyong.
Dong Zhiyong, who had just plucked up his courage, couldn't help but feel fear when he saw death really coming.
"Yang...Mr. Yang, don't we have room for negotiation?"
Dong Zhiyong's body shrank, his tone was filled with prayers.
"Dong Zhiyong, you want to kill me so much, do you think I will let you go?"
As soon as Yang Xiaobao finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The fire flashed away, and Dong Zhiyong screamed, and he felt his thighs hurt like they were tearing.
"Tsk tsk, why do you always miss this gun?" Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "But I think the next shot will definitely not miss it."
Dong Zhiyong finally felt the fear of death.
"Mr. Yang, I was wrong. I really deserve to die, but please spare my life. The bank card you have is 80 million. As long as you promise to spare me, these 80 million will be
It's yours."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Dong Zhiyong, you are too naive. Do you think I lack these 80 million?"
"I still have money, assets, and companies, and there are hundreds of millions of dollars. As long as you will definitely spare me, these are all yours."
Yang Xiaobao grinned: "It's still because of your money, I want your life more!"
"Mr. Yang, as long as you spare my life, I will do whatever you want me to do. I will never cause trouble for you again. I will hide my identity and never come out again."
After saying that, Dong Zhiyong endured the pain in his thighs and lay on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
Looking at Dong Zhiyong's humble appearance, Yang Xiaobao grinned and nodded.
"Okay, I promise to spare your life."
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Dong Zhiyong felt a burst of ecstasy.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Yang."
As he said that, he kowtowed to Yang Xiaobao again.
"But, you just agreed to my conditions..."
Before Yang Xiaobao could finish his words, Dong Zhiyong immediately said: "I promise you that I will transfer all my assets to your name, as long as you spare me a way out."
"Okay, okay." Yang Xiaobao nodded, "By the way, I want to ask you, who else except Han Yulong who participated in the murder of me?"
Dong Zhiyong was stunned for a moment. He understood that at this time, he could only answer honestly.
"Yes, Pan He in the county town, and Yang Hongfei in the provincial town."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, took out his cell phone, turned on the recording function, and said, "Tell me everything about your relationship with them, and the matter of your murder of me."
Dong Zhiyong had no choice but to say it all one thing at a time.
After hearing him say this, Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Dong Zhiyong, it seems that you are trying hard to kill me."
"I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Dong Zhiyong kowtowed again, "Mr. Yang, I deserve to die, I deserve to die, you just spare me."
But Yang Xiaobao still pulled the trigger.
"Bang!Bang!"
In the darkness, Dong Zhiyong let out screams after screams.
However, in the end, he was not dead.
"This damn gun, why do you keep shooting it wrong?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed, looked down at Dong Zhiyong who was humming in pain, and grinned, "Mr. Dong, I will save your life. You can transfer all your assets to my name. Isn't this an exaggeration?"
Han Yulong was restless in his place where he lived. He didn't know how Zhang Zhiguo and his men were dealing with it.
Did Dong Zhiyong be killed?
Tonight, he called Yin Rui and told her that he had agreed to the acquisition.
He thought that this matter might end forever until tonight.
At the twelve o'clock, the door of his room suddenly rang.
Han Yulong was startled and asked quickly: "Who?"
"It's me." Zhang Zhiguo said outside.
Hearing Zhang Zhiguo's voice, Han Yulong let out a long sigh.
The reason why he can come back means things are going very smoothly.
Han Yulong immediately opened the door impatiently.
When he saw Zhang Zhiguo limping in, Han Yulong was stunned.
"You, what's going on?" Han Yulong asked, "Where is Dong Zhiyong, is he dead?"
Zhang Zhiguo sighed: "Mr. Han, we were followed by Yang Xiaobao."
He didn't dare to say that he wanted Dong Zhiyong's eighty million, so he could only find an excuse.
"What? Yang Xiaobao?" Han Yulong's face changed and he said, "What's going on? Where is Dong Zhiyong?"
"Dong Zhiyong was left by Yang Xiaobao." Zhang Zhiguo said, "Maybe he has been beaten to death by Yang Xiaobao now!"
"Then, does Yang Xiaobao know that I want to attack him?"
"He has no evidence. After all, Dong Zhiyong found the killer, and Yang Xiaobao seemed to believe this statement."
Han Yulong nodded and sat dejectedly on the sofa. This chapter has been completed!