After a long period of observation, it was found that Gao Ming had always followed the rules and there was nothing suspicious. Wang Lan slowly let down his guard and did not transfer the money.
Who would have thought that Bai Xue would appear soon after.
In order to repay Baixue's debt, Gao Ming had no choice but to betray Wang Lan and took this shocking secret to Zhang Dalu to cash out the money, which led to a series of troubles later.
Now that something has happened, Gao Ming must bear the greatest responsibility. Even if Zhang Dalu says nothing, Wang Lan will not spare Gao Ming.
What's more, the loss this time amounted to more than 70 million, which was Wang Lan's life savings. Even if she felt a little reluctant to give up, she could not withstand the burning anger in the end and wanted to sacrifice Wang Ming's dog head to heaven.
Therefore, after just hesitating for a moment, Wang Lan said: "Since there is a traitor under my door, I will clean up the door myself, and you can send someone to supervise."
Zhang Dalu thought about it for a few seconds, and finally had no objection and nodded slightly in agreement.
Then, Wang Lan turned sideways and made a gesture to Wang Jie behind him.
Wang Jie took out the pistol from his waist with one hand, grabbed the paralyzed Gao Ming with the other hand, and walked to a small room next to him.
Gao Ming begged for mercy at the top of his lungs, crying like a girl, but no one would sympathize with him or speak for him.
Seeing that he was certain to die, Gao Ming, with red eyes, took the risk and turned around to fight with Wang Jie, trying to snatch the gun from the opponent's hand.
But was he Wang Jie's opponent? First he was punched in the face by Wang Jie, and then kicked in the stomach. He was knocked to the ground on the spot. He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up.
Wang Jie grabbed one of Gao Ming's feet and dragged him away like a dead dog, completely ignoring the opponent's struggles and screams.
Zhang Dalu winked at his subordinate Ah Wen, who understood, followed up and lifted Gao Ming's other foot, and dragged him into the small room with Wang Jie.
The door closed, gunfire rang out, and Gao Ming's screams suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Jie and Awen walked out one after another. The former put the pistol back into his waist, while the latter nodded to Zhang Dalu.
Needless to say, everyone present knew what Gao Ming's fate was.
It doesn't matter whether his body will be buried in the soil or thrown into the sea.
With Gao Ming's death, the matter came to an end.
Even Zheng Shirley herself didn't expect that the revenge plan she designed for Ye Xingyu would actually send Gao Ming to hell.
Of course, in the eyes of Zhang Dalu, Wang Lan and others, Gao Ming's death was not a pity. His dog's life was worthless. If Gao Ming's death could be used to exchange for a little bit of his own losses, Gao Ming would have to die at least a hundred times.
Gao Ming, who was destined to die, was not alone. Several people had died in the previous firefight, so they could go with him to report to the underworld.
Zhang Dalu lost five million, but the loss was less than one-tenth of Wang Lan's. Thinking about it this way, his depressed mood was relieved a lot.
But Wang Lan felt uncomfortable. Nearly twenty years of hard work had all gone to waste, making wedding clothes for others. She was so angry that she wanted to cry.
To be honest, Wang Lan was unwilling to give up. Fortunately, after decades of hard work, she returned to the pre-liberation period overnight. No one could accept this fact.
But Zhang Dalu obviously didn't want to be an enemy of the ancient warrior, and immediately made his attitude clear. He didn't want the five million, and would rather be a coward.
So there was no need for Wang Lan to continue discussing with him, and she took Wang Jie and prepared to leave.
Before going out, Zhang Dalu looked at Wang Lan's back and suddenly said: "Although money is important, you only have one life. I advise you not to do stupid things!"
Wang Lan said nothing and walked out of the mahjong parlor with a cold face.
It wasn't until the iron gate closed and the sound of footsteps faded away that Zhang Dalu yelled three times to his boys: "Close the store! Close the door! Close the business for three days!"
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Arriving downstairs at Hongtai Hotel, Wang Lan suddenly stopped leaving and turned to Wang Jie and asked: "You have had contact with ancient warriors. What do you think of ancient warriors?"
"Very strong! Very strong!" Wang Jie immediately gave the answer with a serious face without any hesitation.
"How strong is it?" Wang Lan eagerly wanted to find out.
"How do I put it?" Wang Jie thought for a while and then explained, "Each ancient warrior has different strengths. The most common ancient warrior is similar to the special forces in the army. The same is true for the Tianlong special police who handle special cases.
However, even such low-level ancient warriors must not be underestimated. Even if they are unarmed, they can easily kill people."
"What if we use guns? Are ten guns enough?" Wang Lan put forward a hypothesis.
"You can't say for sure!" Wang Jie shook his head, "Ordinary people's marksmanship is not accurate enough, and their reactions are not fast enough. If the ancient warrior is prepared, the bullet will be difficult to hit. Once the ancient warrior gets close, he will be dead! But
If it is a group of professional soldiers and a detailed battle plan, the possibility of success will be higher!"
Wang Lan asked again: "What do you think is the strength of the guy who stole the money?"
"I guess... he should be an ancient warrior in the inner realm!" Wang Jie was not too sure. After all, he had not seen Ye Xingyu's methods with his own eyes. He could only learn from the descriptions of Wang Feng and others, as well as what he said a while ago.
Let’s make a rough judgment based on the nightclub incident.
"The inner realm? How powerful is it?" Wang Lan asked again.
"Well..." Wang Jie thought carefully for a moment and then replied, "Ordinary ancient warriors would need at least a dozen people to join forces to besiege them before they could defeat it."
Note that he said "possibly", which means he is not sure. Maybe if a dozen of them fight one, none of them will be his opponent.
After all, Wang Jie himself is not an ancient warrior. He does not have a clear concept in his head, but makes subjective assumptions based on hearsay.
However, such a more vivid explanation also made Wang Lan understand how powerful Ye Xingyu is. At the level of Pei Jiuye, he must find at least ten of them and fight them side by side to have a chance to kill an insider.
An ancient martial artist.
No wonder Zhang Dalu gave in and Wang Jie didn't dare to say anything. Only Wang Lan, who was extremely unwilling and had less experience in this area, would come up with some unrealistic ideas.
If Wang Jie hadn't made it clear, Wang Lan would have hired a group of gunmen to kill Ye Xingyu. Looking back now, it was totally unreliable.
There used to be an old saying, "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives." However, this saying has long been outdated. The truly powerful ancient warriors are not even afraid of bullets, let alone kitchen knives.
Only magic can defeat magic; similarly, only ancient warriors can defeat ancient warriors.
Then, Wang Lan had another idea and asked Wang Jie: "Do you know any masters who can help us get the money back?"