Female President's Personal Guard

Chapter 267
Although the driver of the cart was flustered, he was not afraid because he knew that Zhao Long must be related to Jiang Yikun.

Jiang Yikun is the director of the Public Security Bureau, so Zhao Long must be a righteous person, and he came here to negotiate compensation with him.

As long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem.

"You think I dare not report it?" the truck driver finished speaking and took out his mobile phone to call the police.

But the phone was not connected, Zhao Long stood up suddenly, then grabbed the phone and smashed it directly.

This accident surprised the driver of the big car. No matter what, the other party shouldn't have dropped his mobile phone.

Just when the driver of the cart was staring and trying to defend himself, Zhao Long suddenly took out a bright dagger, and slapped it on the table forcefully.

"As I said just now, your wife is very beautiful, and you probably don't want her to become a widow." Zhao Long said coldly.

The cart driver also looked at Zhao Long coldly and said, "Are you threatening me?"

"That's right, I'm just threatening you. If you don't cooperate with me, not only will you die, but your wife and your children will die too." Zhao Long said.

The invisible hostility emanating from Zhao Long's body made the driver of the cart tremble.

"Who are you?" The truck driver began to be afraid, because he felt a breath of death in Zhao Long.

"Is it important who I am?" Zhao Long asked coldly.

The cart driver stood there and looked at Zhao Long coldly. He was wondering if he really had a chance of winning if he fought Zhao Long.

"You are not my opponent, don't take chances." Zhao Long said jokingly.

In the end, the truck driver took a deep breath and said, "I can't tell you, or I will die."

Just as he finished speaking, Zhao Long stood up suddenly, then took two steps forward, grabbed the cart driver's hand and pressed it on the coffee table.

Before the cart driver had time to react, Zhao Long raised the knife and chopped off the cart driver's hand.

The driver of the truck stared at him in disbelief, and the person in front of him did so as soon as he said he would, without giving anyone a chance to react.

Blood splattered in the living room, filled with a strong smell of blood.

The cart driver gritted his teeth and refused to scream.

Because his wife was still in the inner room, he worried that his yelling would bring them danger.

"Let me ask you again, who told you to do this?" Zhao Long stared into the driver's eyes and said, "Since you don't say anything, don't blame me for doing it to your wife and children."

After Zhao Long finished speaking, he walked inside, the driver of the cart saw this and knelt down to Zhao Long with a 'plop'.

"Brother, you spared their mother and son. You have nothing to do with them. It's all because of my fascination. I did things I shouldn't do in order to make money. It's too late to stop now."

Zhao Long didn't pity him, but said coldly: "I just want to know who is your superior?"

The truck driver shook his head and said, "I don't know who it is, but every mission is given to me by the man who sells pancakes on the side of the road. He is a transfer station, and many people take missions from him."

"The man who sells pancakes." Zhao Long muttered, and couldn't help but chuckle.

The Good People Gang really thought of a way, and even set up such a transfer station.

After Zhao Long asked, he turned around and left. As soon as he reached the door, he turned his head and looked coldly at the truck driver and said, "You'd better leave this city now, if you let me know that you are still harming others, I will kill your whole family. "

The chill that burst out from Zhao Long's eyes scared the driver of the cart so much that he almost peed his pants.

He stood up quickly and beckoned to his wife to start packing.

When his wife came out and saw blood all around, she screamed in fright and almost fainted.

"Don't worry about it so much, leave here first, or we will all die." The driver of the cart said anxiously.

Zhao Long went straight to Central Street and found the old man who was selling pancakes in the corner.

Seeing Zhao Long coming, the old man smiled and said, "Little brother, do you want some pancakes?"

Zhao Long ignored him, but kicked on the pancake stall, sending the stall flying.

The old man's eyes widened and he was about to speak, when Zhao Long stepped forward and grabbed the old man's neck, and then carried the old man to a remote place.

"Don't say anything extra, I'll ask you a question and you answer it. If I'm not satisfied, I'll cut your neck right now." Zhao Long said very simply.

The old man didn't look that old, but was dressed up in disguise. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell it at all. He is actually only about 40 years old.

"Who is your upline?" Zhao Long asked bluntly.

The old man looked at Zhao Long blankly, as if he didn't know anything.

"Stop pretending, I know who you are, I'll ask you now, who is your superior? Don't force me to do it." Zhao Long said viciously.

The old man laughed outright after hearing this, and then took off the sticking thing on his face. It turned out to be a handsome middle-aged man.

"Since you know who I am and dare to attack me, don't you want to live?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Long playfully and said.

Zhao Long exerted force on his hands, and the stuck middle-aged man couldn't breathe.

The middle-aged man didn't panic, but still said calmly: "No matter who you are, if you don't let go, I promise you will die worse than anyone else."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and he stabbed at Zhao Long without hesitation.

Zhao Long snorted softly, then grabbed the opponent's wrist and broke it directly.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in horror, he did not expect Zhao Long's strength to be so great.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man couldn't help shouting.

"Since you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude."

After Zhao Long finished speaking, he did not know when a golden needle was added to his hand, and then it was directly inserted into the middle-aged man's head.

At first the middle-aged man frowned in pain, but it didn't take long for the middle-aged man to look dull.

"Who is your superior?" Zhao Long asked.

The middle-aged man seemed to be stupid, and said blankly: "My superior is Yang Yixiao from the Lanling Group, and all my actions are under his command."

"Yang Yixiao, it really is you." Zhao Long muttered, his true energy continuously input into the middle-aged man's brain.

The eyes of the middle-aged man gradually became slack, and finally he grinned directly, letting out a haha.

For these people, Zhao Long has no sympathy, turning them into idiots is the best choice.

The reason why he released the truck driver just now was because Zhao Long softened his heart after seeing the truck driver's wife and children.

Even so, he still avoided the hand of the cart driver, and if he did something wrong, he should be responsible.

Now Zhao Long can be sure that Yang Yixiao is a member of the Gang of Good People, and his status is not low, he should be higher than Qiong Yao's.

Just when Zhao Long abolished the middle-aged man and wanted to leave, at this moment two people walked towards him slowly with swords in their hands.

(End of this chapter)