Guilixiong leaned forward and stared at Ji Bu with wide eyes: "That is a private matter between you and us. We can talk about it slowly."
"But this matter is a business matter between me and Sir Miao. It has nothing to do with you, not at all."
"You'd better not get involved!"
"Do you understand?"
"hehe."
Ji Bu licked his dry lips and gestured to the banknotes on the table: "It's that simple to use money to pay bills."
"No way!"
Guilixiong replied in a stiff tone: "Not even Lin Kun dares to teach me how to do things!"
"how."
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows: "Brother Xiong doesn't even need money if he has money?"
Guilixiong repeated: "Let him talk to me himself."
"Sir!"
Ji Buchong hooked up with Miao Zhihua who was sitting over there: "Come here, brother Xiong said he wants you to hand over the money to him personally."
Miao Zhihua's eyes met Ji Bu's and he stepped over.
"Sir Miao!"
Guilixiong's eyes fell on Miao Zhihua: "Consider helping me solve that case, otherwise it will be useless for anyone you ask to talk to me."
"Grass!"
Ji Bu frowned and cursed: "I found a very simple thing, why the hell did you make it so troublesome!"
During the conversation.
He suddenly reached his hand towards the inside of Miao Zhihua's half-open jacket and snatched the 38 points from his waist.
"Boom!"
Ji Bu held the gun in his right hand, pressed the back of Guilixiong's neck with his left hand and pressed him directly on the table, and pointed the point 38 at his temple:
"Take the money and cancel the account, it's that simple!"
This sudden scene made everyone present unable to react. No one expected that Ji Bu would dare to snatch Miao Zhihua's gun.
Even Miao Zhihua himself was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
As for the golden leopard.
Under the extreme progress, he subconsciously opened the door and ran out.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Guilixiong was pressed on the table, his face was congested and red, he felt the cold touch of the gun barrel on his temple, and stared at Ji Bu with bloodshot eyes:
"Street boy, how dare you point a gun at me?!"
"Take the money!"
Ji Bu's tone was devoid of any emotion, and he looked at Guilixiong coldly: "The account is settled and everyone is clear."
"Fuck your mother!"
Guilixiong growled emotionally: "If you dare, you can fucking shoot me! You can't fucking run away."
"I can't run away?"
A slight smile appeared on Ji Bu's lips: "You have forgotten, this gun belongs to Sir Miao, he is a police officer."
"Isn't it reasonable for a police officer to kill a society boss who has a bunch of bad guys in his hands?!"
His speech speed increased a bit, and he spoke eloquently: "Sir Miao went out to eat, but he was attacked by you. His personal safety was threatened. The situation on the scene was chaotic and critical. Out of self-protection, he had no choice but to shoot and kill him."
Got you."
Ji Bu reached out and patted Guilixiong's face: "Here, tell me how the case report went?"
"Haha, no one would believe it!"
Guilixiong breathed rapidly, blushed and gritted his teeth: "There are witnesses around, everyone is watching."
"Witness? You said the Golden Leopard ran away?"
Ji Bu leaned down and said, "One is a police officer and the other is a bad boy. Do you think the judge should trust a bad boy or the messenger?"
"If I beat you to death now, it will be like beating a dog to death. There will be no trouble at all. Do you think I dare to beat you to death?"
"!"
Guilixiong gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"bring it on."
Ji Bu pressed Guilixiong's head, lifted the tablecloth on the table and directly wrapped his head in it, pointing the gun:
"Take money or wait to die, you make your own choice."
then.
He slowly pulled the trigger.
"Chong."
At close range.
Guilixiong could even hear the sound of the revolver's bullet chamber rotating.
aside.
Miao Zhihua kept calm and did not look here, but his eyelids couldn't help but twitch a few times.
The sound of the .38 bullet chamber rotating in his ears was like a reminder. After a brief pause, Guilixiong roared loudly:
"Get the money!"
"Get the money!"
"I'll take the money!"
Guilixiong quickly struggled to break free from the tablecloth, panting heavily.
On the forehead.
I was already breaking out in thin cold sweats.
No one is not afraid of death.
Especially people like Guilixiong who have reached a certain status. They have money, women, status, and everything they should have.
Not afraid of death?
Immediately.
He immediately sent someone back to get all the information on Miao Tang's debt.
"That's right."
Ji Bu cursed with disdain, and then explained: "By the way, Brother Xiong, I forgot to tell you, there are no bullets in the .38."
He let go of Guilixiong, turned the .38 in his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun toward him and toward Miao Zhihua:
"Sir, your gun is pretty good."
"hehe."
Miao Zhihua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to take the gun, and put it back on his waist again.
At this time.
He caught someone walking by the door of the private room, and his tone was a little higher and he cursed coldly: "Push on the street, do you know that grabbing a gun is very serious!"
"If you dare to take my gun, you are seeking death!"
"The Yan family shovel!"
Ji Bu's face froze, became gloomy, and immediately exploded: "Are you a fucking dog?"
"I helped you handle this matter, and you don't thank me and scold me instead?!"
"presumptuous!"
Miao Zhihua grabbed Ji Bu's collar with his backhand and pushed him against the wall. He made a gesture with his right hand to draw a gun:
"So what if you did this for me? You are a bad guy and I am a policeman, but you are still a happy person in my eyes!"
"It's easy for me not to hold you accountable for shooting in a residential building. Please pay attention to the tone of voice when you talk to me from now on. You know, street boy!"
"good!"
Ji Bu's face was ashen and he was breathing heavily. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, Chief Miao!!"
"snort!"
Miao Zhihua snorted coldly and patted Ji Bu's face: "You know how to recognize me, remember it in the future, and walk around when you see me!"
Just when they were talking.
The private room door opens.
Lin Kun, who had left and returned, appeared at the door of the private room.
Or rather.
He never left at all.
He had been listening in the private room next door just now, and he knew exactly what was happening there.
"yo"
Lin Kun glanced at Ji Bu and Miao Zhihua inside, then looked at Guilixiong who was sweating on his forehead next to him, and smiled:
"Is it so lively in here?"
"snort."
Miao Zhihua snorted coldly, pushed Ji Bu away, and said coldly: "It's quite lively today, and here comes another talker."
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
Lin Kun shook his head disapprovingly: "I am also a serious accounting company. My handsome boy has helped you handle a matter. That's almost it."
"You'd better all be honest."
Miao Zhihua pulled up a stool and sat down: "Otherwise, I will lead people to sweep your place every three days to see if you are a serious company."
"I don't care."
Lin Kun spread his hands with an indifferent expression.
It didn't take long.
Guilixiong's people came over with Miao Tang's loan information. Miao Zhihua took it and checked it to make sure it was OK, then left directly.
"Lin Kun."
Guilixiong looked gloomy and pointed at Miao Zhihua who was leaving: "You fucking teamed up to trick me, right?"