I got rich by extracting skills from games

After the auction, Zhou Yuchen found the relevant department of the organizing committee and got his deposit back.

Just as he was about to take a taxi back to the hotel, Zhao Yifan and a group of strong men in suits surrounded him.

The taxi driver saw that things were not going well and drove away quickly.

Zhou Yuchen looked around and saw that although those strong men were wearing suits, they still couldn't hide their wildness. How could he not understand what they meant.

"Is there something wrong?"

As a master of Chinese martial arts who is proficient in Tai Chi and Xingyi, Zhou Yuchen was naturally not afraid. He looked at Zhao Yifan and asked calmly.

Zhao Yifan smiled and said, "Brother, congratulations on making 2 billion. It's such a good thing, we want to take you to celebrate, what do you think?"

Zhou Yuchen said, "Thank you for your kindness. I need to catch a flight tonight, I really don't have time."

Zhao Yifan restrained his smile and said coldly, "Look at what's on the waist of the brother next to me?"

Zhou Yuchen looked at the sturdy man, who unbuttoned his suit, revealing a black pistol.

Zhao Yifan smiled and said, "Is it okay now?"

Zhou Yuchen shook his head and said, "How do I know if it's true or false? Let him shoot me. If it's true, I'll go with you."

Hearing Zhou Yuchen's words, Zhao Yifan was a little confused and said, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you just said?"

Zhou Yuchen patted his shoulder and said, "You don't have murderous aura, which means you haven't killed anyone. This big brother with a gun has murderous aura and has at least five lives on his hands. But it's hard to kill me with this gun."

Zhao Yifan's face changed and said, "I understand. You won't cry until you see the coffin. In this case, don't blame me for being rude..."

"What are you doing?"

Before Zhao Yifan finished speaking, a thunderous roar interrupted him.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man running towards them at a very fast speed.

Zhou Yuchen knew this man. He was the man sitting next to him at the auction.

In addition to him, there were many people in the distance, but everyone was watching the excitement, and no one stepped forward to stop it.

"Brother, are you okay?"

The middle-aged man came to Zhou Yuchen and asked with concern.

Zhou Yuchen didn't understand what he was up to, and said, "I'm fine."

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Yifan and said sternly, "You dare to rob in broad daylight, you are really bold."

His voice was very loud, as if he was deliberately letting people around hear it.

"I..."

Zhao Yifan was about to explain, and the middle-aged man shouted, "Damn, there's a gun."

"Bang"

He raised his leg and kicked the gun-wielding strong man, kicking him four or five meters away.

Zhao Yifan was furious.

"Damn it, beat him up for me."

More than a dozen strong men attacked the middle-aged man and Zhou Yuchen together.

Zhou Yuchen felt that the middle-aged man's behavior was a little strange. Thinking of the hatred he showed towards Zhao Yifan at the auction, an idea came to his mind.

Could it be that he wanted to kill Zhao Yifan by this incident?

If so, wouldn't he drag me into the water?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuchen quickly used the snake-like footwork to dodge the punches and kicks of several strong men, turned around and ran back, pulling away from the middle-aged man.

Several strong men immediately chased him with a roar.

Zhou Yuchen observed the middle-aged man while running.

He was like a tiger descending from the mountain, with fierce strength. He should have practiced Bajiquan, and he had already cultivated the dark power.

In less than ten seconds, the middle-aged man knocked down four strong men, rushed to Zhao Yifan, and punched him in the chest.

With this guy's explosive power, Zhao Yifan would definitely die with this punch.

Damn, this guy really wants to kill Zhao Yifan in the name of being a hero.

He used me.

Zhou Yuchen cursed in his heart.

"Bang"

The fist hit Zhao Yifan's chest, making a dull sound.

Zhao Yifan took two steps back, first felt a needle-like pain, and then felt nothing.

Zhou Yuchen's hearing was ten times stronger than that of an ordinary person. When he heard the sound of the middle-aged man's fist hitting Zhao Yifan, he immediately judged that the other party used hidden power.

Zhao Yifan will not feel anything now, but at most in a week, he will vomit blood for several days in a row, and eventually die of internal organ rupture.

The middle-aged man shouted: "Brother, I'll block it, you run."

Zhou Yuchen shouted while running: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man said: "I saw injustice on the road and drew my sword to help. These guys must be trying to rob you of the money you made from selling jadeite, you should hurry upRun fast."

Zhou Yuchen felt that the play was almost over, and said, "Thank you, brother, I'm leaving now."

After that, Zhou Yuchen ran away.

"Damn, this young man runs really fast."

"Nonsense, if he doesn't run fast, let alone money, I'm afraid he will lose his life."

"Do you know who this Zhao Yifan is? The local tyrant of Ruicheng. That young man dared to compete with him for the No. 3 rough stone, and also opened a jadeite worth 2.2 billion. It would be strange if Zhao Yifan let him go. "

The crowd was talking about it.

"Bang"

At this moment, everyone heard a gunshot.

Looking for the sound, they saw that the strong man who was kicked down first fired a shot at the middle-aged man.

Unfortunately, the shot did not hit the middle-aged man, but hit Zhao Yifan instead.

Zhao Yifan looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes full of fear.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and fell to the ground and died.

"Murder. "

With a scream, everyone ran out at a very fast speed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Yifan, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

It turned out that this guy had noticed the gun-wielding muscular man a long time ago, so he took a risky move and deliberately blocked his sight so that he could not see Zhao Yifan behind him, and then created a space for him to shoot.

At the moment when the muscular man pulled the trigger, the middle-aged man dodged immediately, and the bullet passed through his chest and hit Zhao Yifan.

This plan tests the eyesight, courage, speed, familiarity with guns and strong psychological quality, which is definitely not something that can be achieved by having better kung fu.

After the muscular man shot and killed Zhao Yifan, his face turned pale instantly.

One of his accomplices squatted down, checked Zhao Yifan's breathing and heartbeat, and said: "Old Wu, you killed Mr. Zhao."

The gun-wielding muscular man came back to his senses and murmured: "I...I...I didn't mean it."

After that, he looked at the middle-aged man.