Almighty in the city

"Lao Chen is crazy." At the same time, looking at the chaotic auction hall, Lao Wu suddenly took the foot that was about to enter.

He glanced at the five people on the auction stage, was silent for a few seconds, said nothing, turned around and left.

"Boss?" A masked gangster obviously saw him. Seeing him turn and leave, he raised his gun and looked at the gangster headed by him.

The bandit leader shook his head: "Leave him alone, control everyone in the hall. Remember, the target is the Kowloon Emperor's Seal in the jade box of the town, take things and leave immediately!"

"Yes!" The four gangsters answered their orders, raised their guns, pointed them at the bottom, and shouted loudly, "I count three times and put my head in my hands. Who dares to resist? He sifted!"

The entire auction hall suddenly became messier.

In the face of the four black holes, everyone was silent and squatted down obediently.

Tan Zongming's face was pale, but facing the muzzle of the mini submachine gun, he didn't dare to jump out to be the one who was in the early stage. Although he was unwilling, he still squatted down with his head in his hands.

"Brother Bai!" Seeing that Bai Yifan was still standing well, he immediately raised his hand, "This is a real mini submachine gun! It's not a fake!"

"I know." Bai Yifan replied, but his figure remained unchanged, "Lao Tan, you squatted on you, don't care about me."

Tan Zongming suddenly became anxious: "What are you kidding? This is a matter of life and death!"

"Don't worry, they can't kill me." As Bai Yifan spoke, he stepped forward and walked directly towards the auction table.

"Hey--" Tan Zongming wanted to rush up to pull him, but just as he got up, he saw one of the slightly punched muzzles directly facing him, and suddenly squatted down helplessly.

"That foreigner!" At the same time, one of the masked bandits pointed his gun at the tall young man of the Morgan family who also squatted without holding his head, "I let you squat down! Sit, down! You! His mother doesn't understand Chinese, so I should understand English!"

"Lao San, sit and down mean sitting down." A gangster next to him reminded.

"What the hell do I mean!" the gangster said angrily, "I count three times. If you don't squat down and hold your head with your hands, I will send you this foreign devil on the road with a shuttle!"

The tall young man in the Morgan family still stood still.

He just looked at Bai Yifan, and when the gangster counted to "two", he suddenly said, "I am three and you are two, is there any problem?"

Bai Yifan paused, turned his head to look at him, and smiled: "Whatever, but if you don't tell me the origin of that bronze mirror, I won't let you take it away."

The tall young man smiled: "Okay! If you can survive, I will tell you."

Before he could say anything, he suddenly made a squat position with his hands holding his head.

The gangster who pointed his gun at him, hearing his dialogue with Bai Yifan, was about to shoot, but seeing him squatting down honestly, the muzzle shook, and his mouth was very disdainful. He snorted coldly: "Dead foreign devil, dare to pretend to be forceful with Lao Tzu. If it weren't for the boss's instructions, Lao Tzu would have sent you on the road just now!"

However, his voice had not fallen yet, and a white metal reflection suddenly flashed in his sight.

The reflection was so dazzling that it dazzled his eyes with just one shot.

"What the hell?" He murmured, and was about to open his eyes, but suddenly felt a biting cold, rushing to his brain from his neck.

"Lao San!" The bandit leader and the other three gangsters were shocked. The muzzle pointed at the front in a flustered manner, and shouted, "Who! Come out to Lao Tzu! If you don't come out, Lao Tzu will abrupt everything here. people!"

While they were yelling, the gangster known as the "old third" had already covered his bloody neck and fell straight back onto the auction stage.

Between his bloody fingers, there was a silver corner that had been soaked in blood.

It was a silver collar with a pattern of thorns.