"At that time, I used a big bird to push my pants, and it was like this. The guy thought there was a gun in my pants. Haha... Randolph, you don't know, that guy was so scared that he wet his pants."

The girl sitting next to the man reached out to touch her right hand, with a "surprise" expression on her face, and her eyes were as charming as if she was conquered by his "big bird".

The man who spoke laughed and said, "Baby, let me try another hidden gun tonight. It is the most important gun for a man in his life."

Opposite this man, the man named Randolph, had a bare head. In December, he only wore a T-shirt and a thin leather jacket on his upper body, with exposed fingers, backs of his hands, and neck full of tattoos, looking extremely ferocious.

He took the wine brought by the girl beside him and took a sip. After putting it down, he said, "Masaila, I had a batch of goods eaten by people from your anti-smuggling bureau last month. Do you know which guy it is?"

The man who was following the girl next to him heard Randolph's words, pulled his hand out of the girl's bra, wiped the thick mustache on his lips and said, "I have asked you about this, it shouldn't be my one."

Just as he was speaking, this man named Marseilla, the police badge that accidentally flashed across his waist betrayed his identity.

Randolph, who wanted to say something else, quickly walked over to the stairs, came over and said a few words before looking at the other side of the stairs.

There were two men standing at the entrance of the stairs. When Randolph, who had a hooked nose, looked over, the Asian man turned his head.

As the boss of sk-12, Randolph knew countless people and was very interested in them. He had all kinds of people, business elites, and political tycoons. However, he could not see the origin of the Asian man at the stairs.

He is neither fat nor thin, and there is no "mark" on his face. From his stingy eyes, the other party is not a Nantes.

Because Randolph has a special ability, that is, as long as he looks at the other person, he will be able to recognize him even after three or five months, but he is very sure that he has never seen him.

He nodded slightly and signaled to the people over there to let them come.

Fang Yuanshan at the entrance of the stairs walked towards this side step by step, staring at Randolph, and walked to the opposite side of him, just sitting down as if no one was around.

“Ah~”

He squeezed several girls on the sofa and exclaimed, and the man with the police badge on his waist frowned.

Randolph leaned forward, looked at Fang Yuanshan's face with curiosity, looked up and signaled: "Hey, are you doing something to me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see what Randolph Sarah looks like."

"Hahaha……"

Hearing Fang Yuanshan's words, everyone around him burst into laughter. Marseille, who had a mustache, even joked: "Boss Sara, there are still people in Nantes who don't know what you look like. I think you should go to an advertisement tomorrow and print your face on the billboard."

After saying that, Marseilla laughed first.

Randolph's face twitched for his joke, and looked at him with a gloomy look. The man opposite immediately stopped laughing.

After a murderous look scared the men and women around him shut up, Randolph stared at Fang Yuanshan's eyes, stuck out his tongue to lick it. He licked his upper lips and said with a smile: "Now people have seen it, what are you going to do?"

Just as he was talking, many muzzles were stretched out from the upper partition, and he secretly aimed at Fang Yuanshan sitting on the sofa.

Fang Yuanshan raised his wrist and glanced at it. The expression on his face suddenly became violent, and he showed a cruel smile and said, "Black Sex will always be just a black Sex, he will not become the mainstream of this world."

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's calm temperament, Randolph subconsciously felt something was wrong in his heart, and asked gloomy face: "Who are you?"

"You will know who I am soon."

"Dingling..."

At this moment, the cell phone on the crystal coffee table rang, and a girl hurriedly helped him pick it up. Randolph Sarah took it and took a look. Her face was full of confusion, and she touched her ear and fed it: "What's wrong?"

"Boss, it's not good. We were attacked by someone, ah..."

"Pong, pong..."

"Click~"

As the call ended, Randolph Sarah, holding the phone, looked gloomy and unstable. She suddenly reached out and took out a silver-gray pistol from her waist, pointed at Fang Yuanshan opposite and said viciously: "Say, are you doing it?"

The bodyguard standing behind Fang Yuanshan was about to take action, but several pistols were pointed at the head at the same time.

"I suggest you go to the window and then decide whether to put the gun down."

Looking at Fang Yuanshan's calm expression, Randolph Sarah's heart was beating wildly and she signaled with her eyes. The person beside her, a man holding a gun, immediately walked towards the window, pressed against the wall, and carefully pushed a corner of the curtain with the barrel.

Just this glance, the subordinate almost threw away the gun. He saw that the bustling No. 8 Street, which was usually very lively, had not even a single person at this time. All he had was an explosion-proof car that turned off the police lights and fully armed soldiers.

"Boss, we are surrounded."

"What?"

Originally, he was staring at Fang Yuanshan, Randolph Sarah, but after hearing this sentence, he was so scared that he bounced off the sofa and rushed to the window in two steps.

"Look~"

When Randolph Sarah saw the situation outside from a corner of the curtain, she almost fainted. She slowly lowered the corner of the curtain and turned her head to look at the lobby on the first floor at a downward angle.

This glance made his eyes dark again, and he saw that the originally noisy and lively first-floor lobby was only three or two big cats and kittens. Although the strippers in the middle of the dance floor were still performing hard, their audience was gone.

"Say, who are you? If you don't say anything, he will shoot you in one go."

"Smack it..."

Fang Yuanshan on the sofa clapped his hands and stood up, sneering: "I am worthy of being the boss of sk-12. As expected, I feel a little brave. I don't want to shake my tail and beg for mercy when I die. I still have time to threaten me here, and I admire you..."

"you……"

Randolph Sarah wanted to pull the trigger, but he didn't dare. He had been with Nantes for more than ten years. Although he had more and more members, he was becoming more and more afraid of death.

He has hundreds of millions of euros in UBS, and he has dozens of love women in Nantes, Barry, Tours, and Bordeaux. He has not enjoyed enough, so he is very afraid of death.

I carefully recalled what I had done recently.

Drug dealers? That's all the things that the street scammers do, and they have nothing to do with him.

Trafficking women? Do they still need to trafficking in sk-12? Some are short of money for them to drive them.

Selling arms? Stop being funny. Now that thing is toxic. The product is profitable. Even if you have the chance, Randolph Sarah will not touch it. That is the last bottom line for the government tolerate him.

Thinking about it, he didn't think he had any way to die, but now if he fights stubbornly with the army, he may end up shooting him on the spot, and he will not even have the chance to leave the court.

What is the handle for the other party now? It’s nothing more than illegal possession of a gun. At most, you can pay a fine or ransom. What else can you do?

Understanding this, Randolph Sarah threw the gun in her hand to the ground very poorly, and at the same time ordered her to let go of Fang Yuanshan's bodyguards.

"I don't know where this gentleman is, the army? the secret police? the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Fang Yuanshan on the sofa still looked like that, looking at him coldly, and after a while, he asked, "Tell me, who was going to harass the residents of Kuerlong No. 56?"

"Cueron No. 56?"

Randolph Sarah thought quickly in her mind, and after a while, her mind flashed with inspiration and asked, "Which house by the Loire are you talking about?"

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's mouth curled up, he hurriedly said, "Hey, listen to me, that matter is just a misunderstanding. I really like her bracelet, but I just want to buy it for money."

"Oh, how much is it to spend?"

Fang Yuanshan showed a funny expression on his face. One side of the gang, the style leader, and the other side of the orphan and widowed mother. In this case, how many people are willing to spend a lot of money to buy it?

"Well..."

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's smiley expression on his face, Randolph Sarah seemed to understand what he meant, pretending to be painful and said, "As long as you let me go, I am willing to pay one million euros... no, two million euros."

"Oh~"

"Five million, I'm willing to pay five million."

"oh?"

"Ten million! I, Sara, likes to make friends the most. As long as you let me go, I will pay all the funds today, and I will give you another 10 million euros in my personal pocket." Randolph Sarah said anxiously as he looked at the military and police officers entering the hall below.

"No wonder everyone likes to be so rich."

Hearing Fang Yuanshan's words, the bodyguard standing behind him smiled on his face.

The fully armed military and police downstairs were holding shields and approaching up step by step, with a sound of "safety", which was clearly visible in the sound of heavy metal music.

When they saw that the people above had lost their weapons, the military and police rushed upstairs and quickly controlled the scene. Randolph Sarah, the largest black club leader in Nantes, was all mercilessly thrown to the ground.

"Hey, let go of me, I'm a policeman, I'm just here to perform the mission..." The disarmed mustache man twisted back and forth on the ground.

"Click~"

"ah……"

These military and police didn't care who they were. When they were a scissors, they immediately started crying and shouting at their parents.

At this moment, a young man wearing an orthodox suit and meticulously combed his hair from downstairs, and was the young owner of Dassault Group - Thomson Dassault.
Chapter completed!