The man kneeling in front of him immediately became nervous when he saw the gun, and his face was frightened and panicked. In City A, who doesn't know Yan Yufeng? He does things neatly, cleanly, and does what he says.
, the gun has been taken out, can he still be as calm as before?
"Young Master Yan, I was wrong. I really know that I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again. Young Master Yan, please do me a favor and let me go! I promise that I will never show up again in the future.
In front of you, please let me go!..." He kowtowed and kept begging for mercy, his voice began to tremble, and his legs became weak with fear.
Yan Yufeng ignored him and continued to play with the gun in his hand carelessly, but his face had a layer of evil and sternness, and his cold eyes were slowly forcing out unstoppable anger.
"Let you go?" Yan Yufeng slowly leaned down and changed his sitting position, leaning on the chair and looking at him disdainfully, saying scornfully.
"I know that Young Master Yanda, you are very kind and compassionate and have a bodhisattva-like heart. You will definitely not care about villains like us." In order to ensure his own life, he tried his best to please Yu Feng and spoke kindly to Yu Feng.
After hearing what he said, Yan Yufeng couldn't help but sneered, and then Lie Biao Liehu and other bodyguards standing next to him also pursed their lips and laughed.
After Yan Yufeng regained his composure, he closed his eyes and said with a smile: "I am not Guanyin, but I don't have the heart of a living Bodhisattva. I will give you one last chance. If you don't tell me who ordered you to come, then don't blame me for being soft-hearted."
Okay, although I don’t want to see bloody scenes that much today, but if you are not honest, then I can’t guarantee whether the bullets in this gun will penetrate your head like an arrow, and then you can go
It’s eighteen years since you met your ancestor.”
Yan Yufeng spoke calmly, but every word he said hit his heart and nerves like hailstones. He was so frightened that it was difficult to even breathe.
Yan Yufeng handed the gun in his hand to Liehu, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and continued to smoke leisurely.
Liehu understood what Yan Yufeng meant. He nodded, pointed the gun in his hand at his head, and said sternly and lowly, "Say it or not?"
His voice was even colder than Yan Yufeng's, as if just speaking could freeze the things around him.
When the man saw the gun pointed at his head, he was so frightened that he couldn't care less about dignity and loyalty. Although the boss said that if he was caught, he must keep it secret and not tell the truth, but now
If a real gun is pointed at him, as long as he pulls the trigger, he will die at any time.