Xiahou Jie felt stuffy in his chest, sweet in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
When he was stepped on by Ye Hao, he felt as if he had encountered Mount Tai and could not struggle at all.
However, even in this case, his hand holding the firearm did not pull the trigger immediately, but instead trembled slightly.
Obviously, Xiahou Jie knew too well what the outcome of firearms in Yanjing was going to happen.
If he just takes out the firearm and scares people, then others may turn a blind eye and the matter will pass.
However, if he really dares to pull the trigger directly, he may not be able to bear the consequences.
So at this moment, Xiahou Jie was extremely frustrated.
He was obviously holding the firearm, but he didn't dare to really pull the trigger.
Sun Rong and other women looked at Ye Hao with horror.
Xiahou Jie's courage to take out the firearm on such an occasion already represents his arrogance.
But unexpectedly, he was abused again and again as if he was eaten to death by Ye Hao.
This can only be said.
Exceeding imagination!
"Oh, Mr. Xiahou, the firearm in your hand is not like that, right?"
"Why didn't you pull the trigger and kill me?"
Ye Hao spoke lightly at this moment.
"By the way, I almost forgot."
"Yanjing has rules."
"While using firearms without a license in this place will not kill your nine clans, but the consequences will make your Xiahou family never reborn."
"I thought you, Young Master Xiahou, are so awesome that you dare to take out the firearm, because you are mentally prepared."
"As a result, you only dare to take out a firearm to scare people."
"You said, what's the difference between you and the gangsters on the street?"
"Why is it so useless?"
Ye Hao sighed and slapped Xiahou Jie's face with his right hand.
"Just like your heart and your courage."
"Say you killed fifty victims?"
"Why do I just don't believe it?"
"I think, let me tell me the truth while it's not miserable."
"I won't cause trouble for you."
"how?"
While speaking, Ye Hao used his right hand as he tried hard.
His right hand slapped, making Xiahou Jie's face look like a pig's head.
It also made Xiahou Jie's last line of defense in his heart and kept collapsing.
"Click--"
At this moment, Ye Hao casually took the firearm from Xiahou Jie's hand and then pressed it on Xiahou Jie's left thigh.
"Come!"
"I'll ask you again."
"Does the matter between the ninth company have anything to do with you?"
Xiahou Jie's eyelids twitched and he said awkwardly: "You ask a thousand times, ten thousand times, it's all the same!"
"It's me, I'll kill me if you have the will of you!"
"Bang--"
Ye Hao didn't say nonsense, but pulled the trigger directly.
"ah--"
A shrill scream came out, Xiahou Jie twitched all over in pain, and a scarlet blood hole appeared on his left thigh.
Ye Hao held him up with a plain expression, and the firearm in his hand pressed against the base of his right leg.
"I'll ask you again, and I hope your answer this time won't disappoint me..."
"I've said it less, even if you ask a thousand times..."
"Bang--"
Ye Hao pulled the trigger again, and he blew the green smoke from the muzzle, and this time he pointed it at Xiahou Jie's third leg: "You'd better think clearly before answering, your thigh can still be connected if it is broken, this place is broken
, there is nothing to answer..."
Xiahou Jie shivered smartly and collapsed the next moment: "I said!"
"I say it all!"
"It has nothing to do with me!"
"It's all Fang Haoqiu!"
"He gave me one billion and asked me to take the blame!"