After listening to the "spoken" of "little brother" Huang Feihong, Su Zhao, as the "boss", hesitated.

At least, this is what Jishan thinks.

It is precisely because of Su Zhao's "hesitation" that Ji Shan saw a glimmer of hope.

"Uncle, this friend is right. I bought those slaves for 20 yuan Long Yang's settlement fee!"

"By the way, there are also about a hundred young and beautiful women. As long as you sell them, you can sell them at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Do you think this is the case?"

Whether it is to satisfy these kidnappers or to hold them back so that they can escape, Jishan is trying hard to lobby, hoping that Su Zhao will take over the mine slaves.

I have to say that this foreigner has been in the Eastern Empire for many years and has been speaking Chinese very well.

It’s just that half-district and half-Western accent that makes people not misunderstand that he is an Oriental Han.

"Five hundred slaves... I won't take them away if I want them..."

At this time, Su Zhao was a little hesitant and played a kidnapper leader to the fullest.

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

Jishan was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said, "My big ship is carrying ten small sailboats that can transport them away without knowing their knowledge and will not be discovered by your yamen."

Hearing this, Huang Feihong and the other two were all beating their hearts, and they didn't expect that the rescue operation would be so smooth.

Looking at Su Zhao, I couldn't help but feel full of admiration.

This scene fell in Ji Shan's eyes, and naturally he thought that these kidnappers were attracted by their words, and he was very proud.

"Is that so? There is such a good thing? I always think you have bad intentions! Is it my illusion?"

Su Zhao was different. He glanced at Ji Shan suspiciously, and then muttered to himself.

But he was shocked by Ji Shan and almost revealed his flaws.

"You'd better not be able to play tricks, otherwise, I'm not polite."

Su Zhao waved his dagger and warned fiercely.

"I dare not, I dare not!"

Ji Shan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at his left hand that had a finger missing, and felt deeply regretful.

"That's good. Now, you can inform your people, take your savings, and then release those slaves and take my people away. And don't do tricks."

The dagger in Su Zhao's hand moved, pressed against Jishan's neck, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Yan Zhendong, who was guarding the door, quickly opened the door, and Su Zhao held Ji Shan hostage with a dagger, let him take the lead and walk out of the room.

At this time, a tall guy rushed from not far away, as if he had discovered the situation here and wanted to find out.

When Su Zhao saw it, he was immediately happy. Isn’t this the two foolish bodyguards in the original work?

As a bodyguard, he doesn’t like using guns but likes to use fists and feet. Don’t he know that guns are more convenient to protect employers?

What is this not a fool?

It seems to be called Ah Hu.

"Bang!"

However, Su Zhao used Jishan as a shield, held a dagger in his left hand and took out the foreign gun seized from Jishan's body with his right hand, and pointed it at Ah Hu who was rushing toward him.

Su Zhao is not the kind of old stubborn man who is not old and can't help but insist on the principle that warriors must not touch firearms.

For him, whether it is martial arts or guns, it is just that the methods of facing the enemy are different.

But the difference is that if you have martial arts, you will not easily be taken away; but the guns are at risk of being taken away by others and being at the mercy of others.

In addition, in this era, the power of guns is just like that of a bird. Whether the enemy can be hit a hundred meters away depends on the will of heaven.

Therefore, when he first arrived, he chose to learn martial arts and self-improvement rather than learn marksmanship.

Of course, although he had never used a gun, his strong cultivation and mental power made him understand its structure and learn to use it when he touched the foreign gun.

Only a gunshot was heard, and a burst of smoke rose, Ah Hu, who was running five meters away, suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Su Zhao's shot was originally aimed at his chest, but it hit his left arm and almost left the target.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the first shot was shot, Su Zhao turned red, and the foreign gun in his hand threw it hard at Ah Hu, and shouted loudly: "Ah Er, kill him!"

The foreign guns of this era are still in the stage of single shots. After firing one shot, they are similar to burning a fire stick. You have to fill gunpowder and put on bullets before you can fire a second shot. There will be a lot of trouble.

Su Zhao had no such patience and directly ordered Yan Zhendong to go up and fuck him.

As for calling him A Er, he chose a code name in order not to reveal his own identity.

Huang Feihong is Ada, Yan Zhendong is A Er, and Liang Kuan is A San.

It is easy to remember, but not easy to expose.

After hearing Su Zhao's words, Yan Zhendong rushed up without saying a word. At this time, Ah Hu stood up. Before he could say anything, he saw Yan Zhendong grab his arm and pull it.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Ah Hu's wrist was dislocated.

At the same time, Yan Zhendong let go of Ahu's arm and grabbed his neck like lightning, stopping his cry.

With a little force, "Gaba!"

Ah Hu's neck broke.

After pinching Ah Hu to death, Yan Zhendong let go of his hand, let the body fall to the ground, and turned around and walked back.

The whole process started to fall, and it took less than three seconds from Su Zhao's order to the end!

This is why Su Zhao told him to work. He was obedient and started quickly and ruthlessly.

If it were a bit pedantic Huang Feihong, he would have been fighting for a long time and could not do anything ruthlessly, which would be a waste of trouble.

"Oh, buy awkwardly! Devil, you are the devil!"

Ji Shan looked dull and said to himself.

Ji Shan, who saw this scene with his own eyes, screamed in surprise, looking at the inconspicuous Yan Zhendong in fear, as if he had seen a demon.

"Okay, it's rare and weird. Ask your people to do things quickly and hurry up!"

Su Zhao slapped Jishan on the head, making him stagger. Jishan couldn't do it, so he had to shout loudly.

After a buzzing birds, a large group of yellow-haired and blue-eyed Westerners walked out of the surrounding rooms.

Some of them even wore pajamas and only had one shoe, let alone a foreign gun.

"Oh, buying awkwardly, what's going on?"

"What's wrong with Persia? Was it kidnapped?"

"Farke, damn guy!"

When the soldiers saw what was happening in the corridor, they immediately burst into a loud bang, as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Quiet!"

Su Zhao roared angrily, and a dagger was inserted into Jishan's arm, and blood immediately flowed.

"ah……"

The pain was like a heart-wrenching heart, and Jixiang couldn't help but scream. The listener was really sad, and the listener was crying.

"Give an order quickly and let them take your savings and release those slaves!"

Su Zhao said viciously.

"Okay, OK! I'll do it right away!"

Ji Shan had to do whatever he wanted, and shouted loudly, and soon the soldiers started to riot.

Although Su Zhao had not passed the CET-6, his usual communication was fine. He could not help but sneer when he heard Ji Shan's words.
Chapter completed!