This is already a slum. Not only are there no video cameras along the way, but there are also only a few pedestrians.
The place chosen by the other party is good, and the time is just right to kill.
Ironically, this erases Gu Qing Shan's worries.
In the distance, a shrill alarm came.
Gu Qing Shan looked up and saw a small police shuttle quickly coming from the air.
There is no one around, and it is impossible for anyone to call the police. The time of the police's arrival is so coincidental, it seems to have been arranged long ago.
According to the normal development of the situation, she would have been stabbed to death on the spot, and then the police would come down to collect the body, pick up a dagger to make a scene record, and then hastily end the matter.
When Su Cher gets the news and sends people to check, they will not see anything.
Tomorrow, naturally someone will go to surrender, the reason is that they drank too much and the conflict was too heavy.
People are dead, what can Su Cher do?
That was the end of it.
Gu Qing Shan coldly looked at the small police shuttle, grabbed the only young man who is still alive on the ground, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Casino.
Nie Yun glanced at the cards in his hand and said: "Deal, I will continue to follow."
The female dealer couldn't help but wipe the sweat on her forehead, took a deep breath, and dealt the cards to the two players.
"Young Master Nie, you don't have to play so big." The sunglasses man on the opposite side said.
Behind the sunglasses man, a slim figure hid behind the back of the chair, not even daring to show her head.
Nie Yun didn't care: "It's only 20 million, you can fold if you can't afford it."
"20 million is nothing, but you also want the red card girl in my hand, I can't bear to part with this." The sunglasses man said.
"I don't want her, I just want her life." Nie Yun said.
Feeling the slim figure slightly trembling, the sunglasses man smiled bitterly: "My red card is not for sale, you let her go, I will give you two more, how about it?"
Nie Yun said: "This woman dared to splash wine on my face, I will let her use her life to understand some truth."
A middle-aged man wearing a black bow tie and a white shirt came in and whispered a few words in Nie Yun's ear.
Nie Yun slapped him in the face and roared: "Didn't you say there's no problem?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Young Master. Please give me an hour. I'll solve the problem myself."
Nie Yun replied, "I'll give you half an hour. If you can't complete the mission by then, I'll suggest to the family to take back your Grand Deacon treatment."
The middle-aged man stopped for a moment, then turned around and strode away.
"What's wrong, Young Master Nie? What's bothering you? Why don't you let me take care of it for you?" the sunglasses man asked.
Nie Yun snorted and said: "What do you want?"
The man in shades spread his hands. "It's very simple. I'll help you solve a problem, and you let go of my red cards."
Nie Yun thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Why don't we do something more exciting?"
The sunglasses man groaned inwardly, but he put on a cheerful face and said, "Please speak, Young Master Nie."
The sunglasses man doesn't need to give any face to a normal hedonistic son, but Nie Yun is one of the biggest aristocratic families in Chang Ning county, other than the Su family.
The sunglasses man has been in both the black and white world for many years, so he knows very well that if he wants to do something in this world, he can't afford to offend this young master in front of him.
Nie Yun fiddled with his Holo-Brain for a bit, projecting an image on the snow-white wall.
Nie Yun said: "This is my subordinate, I just told him to turn on the real-time projection, we can see him moving very quickly"
The sunglasses man nodded: "That's right"
Nie Yun said: "He's going to kill someone, we'll bet on how many moves he'll need to kill them"
The sunglasses man hesitantly asked: "Who is he?"
"A poor student — — right, I'll bet that he'll die in one move" saying so, Nie Yun spoke into the communicator.
The sunglasses man bitterly smiled: "Your subordinate is a Martial Grandmaster, he only needs one move to kill a martial artist below 5-star"
Only when a martial artist reaches 9-star will they have a chance to reach Grandmaster realm.
Once they reach Grandmaster realm, they're no longer a mortal, even the military can't deal with such an existence. Only by sending out a group of Mechs would they have a chance to win.
A Martial Grandmaster has the same status as an aristocrat, respected by everyone and looked up to by the world.
"Are you going to bet or not? If you don't, I'll turn on you, don't blame me for not giving you face" Nie Yun impatiently spoke.
"Fine" the sunglasses man took a deep breath, "then I can only bet that he won't be able to kill that poor brat in one move"
"That's right, if you win, I'll let go of your red card" Nie Yun said with a prideful expression.
"What if I lose?"
Nie Yun answered: "100 million, plus your red card's corpse"
The sunglasses man's face twitched, about to refuse, but a voice came from behind: "Bet with him"
The sunglasses man lowered his voice: "What happens if I lose?"
The slender figure stopped trembling, whispering: "If I lose, I'll kill every member of the Nie family, skin him clean, and roast him for 3 days"
The sunglasses man felt a chill, knowing that she wasn't going to hold back.
He looked at the arrogant Nie Yun in front of him and silently sighed. "Fine, I'll bet"
Nie Yun clapped his fingers, smiling as he raised his glass: "Very well, then we'll just silently watch Xiong Hu hunt — — watching a Martial Grandmaster kill someone is also a form of enjoyment"
On the other side, the Martial Grandmaster who was ordered to kill someone was quickly moving.
It was late at night, and the dim lights along the way kept receding from his side. The entire city was in a deep slumber, and his movements were light and agile. He did not make a single sound, nor did he disturb anyone's sleep.
He was the Great Elder of the Nie family, a fierce and cruel person, someone would always die as soon as he attacked. In his early years, he made quite a name for himself, being called "Xiong Hu" by the martial arts community.
The poor brat lived in a building in the slums, 22nd floor, 3rd room from the left.
Xiong Hu was very clear about his mission.
Open the door, rush in, and kill him, it's that simple.
But he wasn't going to be careless, after all, the people he arranged before him were all gone, he couldn't contact them, nor could he find their location.
This was a bit strange.
While he was thinking, his communicator suddenly rang.
"Xiong Hu, he's in my hands"
Xiong Hu was a bit surprised and replied: "Didn't I tell you to just kill him?"
"No, no, no, I think the price should be raised a bit more"
Damn it, so that's what it was, Xiong Hu silently cursed.
These trash from the underground world, daring to raise the price at the last minute, is my reputation not enough to deter them?
Xiong Hu smirked, trying to keep his tone calm. "The price can naturally be discussed, where are you?"
"I'll wait for you at the brat's place, I'm sure you know the place"
The communicator hung up.
Xiong Hu angrily shouted and punched a billboard on the side of the road.
You dare to raise the price, just you wait, my reputation as Xiong Hu isn't for nothing.
He sped up, his entire body moving like a grey meteor across the night sky.
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