Gambling on Stones: A windfall of 200 million will come from the sky at the beginning

Shen Junyi also saw them but didn't care, took Ye Qing's hand, and walked straight to the door of the hotel.

Ye Qing had a bad premonition in his heart, these people were obviously not Chinese.

It's Lao Burma, black and thin, muscular, it seems that he is here to find someone, but the artist is bold and has no fear.

Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the door, six old Myanmars stood in a row and blocked the way.

The leader of the old man smiled and asked, "But Mr. Ye Qing." "

Who are you!" Shen Junyi frowned, and asked sharply: "We don't seem to know each other, right?"

The old man led by him was not angry, and said respectfully: "We are Sister Mu's white fox people, and we were ordered to invite Mr.

Ye!" Ye Qing smiled: "I don't know the white fox, so there's no need to go with you!"

We don't want to embarrass Mr. Ye, please don't embarrass us either.

"Why, in broad daylight, I want to kidnap it, don't forget, this is Huaguo!" As soon as Shen Junyi's pungent temperament came up, he didn't care about it: "Believe it or not, I'll sue you."

A few old men looked at her expressionlessly, and stood motionless at the door.

Shen Junyi was completely angry, and pulled Ye Qing: "Let's go, let's go in, I won't believe it, they still dare to do it."

As soon as she moved, she was about to break into the hotel, and Lao Mian, who was standing on one side, stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder.

Just when this old Burmese black hand touched Shen Junyi's shoulder.

Ye Qing stepped forward quickly, put a big hand on his wrist, and with a slight shake, the black and thin old man staggered back two steps.

Seeing this scene, the other five old Burmese quickly surrounded them.

Ye Qing blocked Shen Junyi behind him and glanced at them coldly:

"A good dog should not be a good dog, and if you are entangled, don't blame me for being unkind." The

old man who was repelled by Ye Qing with a strange technique cursed and smashed a punch into Ye Qing's face.

Ye Qing also punched out, but the speed was faster, and the fists of the two people collided in the air.

Followed by a crisp sound, the black thin old man screamed, his body took five steps back, and hit the glass door behind him, which stabilized his body, but his right arm was already hanging down softly.

The punch not only shattered his phalanges, but also dislocated his arm with the force of the impact.

Thankfully, the glass was thick enough that it didn't break.

If you hurt someone, it is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest.

The other five old men rushed up, and Ye Qing was in Shen Junyi's shocked gaze, bullying himself, elbow strikes, knee tops, bone crushing, and wrist pinching, all of which were hand-to-hand combat techniques.

He is vicious, ruthless, and his attacks are all the most vulnerable parts of his body.

What is particularly terrifying is that his fist also seems to contain terrifying power, as long as he is hit, there will be a sound of bone cracking, and the screams are endless for a while.

Ye Qing's eyes were cold, a trace of murderous intent flashed, and he smashed his left hand to the throat of Lao Myanmar who stretched out to his waist.

"Stop!" came a coquettish cry.

Ye Qing's fist stopped firmly at Lao Mian's throat.

The black and thin old man was covered with cold sweat all over his body, and he didn't dare to move, he knew very well that as long as this punch was solid, his throat would be shattered, and the gods would be helpless.

Ye Qing turned his head to look, obediently, another big beauty, about twenty-four or five years old, about one meter six, wearing a snow-white Temin, standing at the door of the hotel, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

Temin is a unique skirt for Burmese girls, like a cloth tube put on the body, tied in a knot under the neck to prevent it from slipping.

But Burmese girls are generally black and thin, but this one is an exception.

Shen Junyi also came back to her senses from the shock, she never thought that the good-looking Ye Qing would fight so hard, but this was not the point, but asked repeatedly: "You are not injured, are you!"

"No!" Ye Qing chuckled and shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, a van rushed out of the fork in the road on the left and sped away, causing the crowd of onlookers to panic and dodge.

Shen Junyi was also frightened, leaning closely against Ye Qing's side, grabbing Ye Qing's arm with one hand.

Ye Qing didn't move, and coldly watched from the van walking one after another Lao Myanmar in shabby suits.

The most amazing thing about a van is that you never know how many people are in it.

Shen Junyi counted silently, and there were a total of twelve people down, all of whom were carrying pickaxe handles in their hands, and they were murderous.

Ye Qing saw the murderous aura in the cold eyes of this group of people, all of whom were killers or soldiers who survived countless life-and-death battles.

The group stood behind the beautiful woman of

the white special min, silent!

"Send them to the hospital!" the white special woman turned her head and ordered.

A dozen people didn't say a word, lifted people up and left.

Only then did the white sensitive woman look at Ye Qing: "Isn't Mr

. Ye afraid?"

"What are you afraid of!" Ye Qing asked with a smile.

"We are Lao Burma, if we beat someone, we will go to Sister Mu, no one can do anything about

us!" The

white Tamin woman smiled and groaned: "And Mr. Ye injured so many of us, he is not afraid that we will fight with

you!" "Don't talk about injuries, even if you are killed, no one cares about me!"

Ye Qing's face was even more smiling, and his speech was even more ruthless.

"I know, Mr. Ye is from Kyoto, and his identity is not simple!" The white Termin woman bowed slightly: "Today is our rudeness, forget about this matter."

"What are you looking for me to do!" Ye Qing said in surprise: "I didn't borrow your money!" The

white special woman smiled: "Mr. Ye, it was a fellow countryman of yours who borrowed money from us, and it was just a matter of borrowing money, and if you can't pay it back today, you can pay it back tomorrow."

But he chose to run away and was caught by us from the airport.

Ye Qing knew who it was when he thought about it, and said: "It's just a fellow, I just met with the gambling stone shop twice on the plane, not only is it unfamiliar, but it also makes a little

dirty!"

The white special woman smiled: "We are the most disciplined in doing business in old Myanmar, and we were going to take him to Sister Mu to cut off his hands, but he said that he could borrow money from Mr. Ye."

That's why we came to ask Mr. Ye. Since Mr. Ye didn't want to pay off his debts, I quit.

Shen Junyi's face turned pale with fright from her cruel and bloody words, and she couldn't help but grab Ye Qing.

Ye Qing sensed her timidity and glanced at her with a smile: "How did you find me

!" "We have eyeliner in every big hotel

!" "We haven't met yet

!" "Boss Qi has surveillance in his store!"

Can I meet this fellow, maybe he has some last words, I can help bring it back!

" The white Termin beauty hesitated: "This is not in accordance with the rules!"

"

You old Myanmar lend money to seek wealth, and you don't want to cause trouble here when you bring him back to Sister Mu." But when people die, the money is gone

!" "Mr. Ye knows us very well!"

said the white Termin woman in surprise.

Ye Qing smiled: "I've heard that Sister Mu Baihu is a person who pays attention to rules in business.

The white fox bowed: "Thank you Mr. Ye for the compliment, but since Mr. Ye doesn't plan to pay back the money for him, there is no need to care about this idle matter." "