C371 A Big Shot of the Huaqing Gang Who Knew How to Use His Brain
C371 A Big Shot of the Huaqing Gang Who Knew How to Use His Brain
"General Manager Meng? I am Liang Qingyuan."
The person immediately replied, "Yes, Mr. Liang. Have you settled the matters in China?"
"No. Qin Lang is now the Venerable Lord of Moon Inviting Palace. I suggest that Sect Master change the way he fights." Liang Qingyuan said.
"Moon Inviting Palace?" The other side was silent for a while. "Then this matter is even more troublesome now. Sending assassins to assassinate Venerable Lord in Moon Inviting Palace doesn't seem to be suitable for Sect Master's way of doing things."
"You are right. I think so too. So, quickly report to Sect Master. The famous Venerable Lord and Qin Lang of Moon Inviting Palace of Huaxia are going to send a letter of challenge to our Huaqing Gang's Sect Master, Zhan Wuya. Do you remember it?"
"I have noted down Mr. Liang. Sect Master Zhan will definitely take this challenge seriously. I know that he is very interested in the Moon Inviting Palace." Steward Meng replied respectfully.
"Alright, Sect Master is still in secluded cultivation, right? In the past, the usual practice of secluded cultivation requires another 43 days to come out, right?" Liang Qingyuan asked.
"That's not it, Mister Liang. The Sect Master's harvest this time is very fast, and his cultivation base has improved tremendously. I estimate that he will be able to receive good news about his return in one or two days." Steward Meng's words were filled with joy.
"Alright. As soon as Sect Leader comes out of seclusion, please tell me what you have said." Liang Qingyuan's eyes also revealed a trace of joy.
"Yes, Mister Liang." The other side replied.
Liang Qingyuan, who had hung up the phone, seemed to be pleased. "Mr. Qin, I have helped you convey your wish. Don't worry, the gang leader will carefully consider my message."
"Yes, you have done well." Qin Lang nodded slightly to show his approval, while Liang Qingyuan sneered in his heart. In his heart, he thought, Qin Lang, you really are a fool who doesn't know the difference between life and death. Even if you manage to survive these few days, the Sect Leader will still tear you into pieces.
That day, he saw Zhan Wuya use his martial arts with his own eyes. He knew that no one could resist the Sect Leader's martial arts.
"Then, Mr. Qin, can we let go of the grudge between us first? Wait until Sect Master personally comes to Huaxia, then we'll settle it?" Liang Qingyuan felt that his tone was very tactful. He had only reached his current position because he was brave and brave in the gang.
When a person was under the roof, he had to lower his head. Ever since the gang leader said that he had no brains, he was consciously restraining his temper.
The plan in his heart was that as long as Qin Lang let him go, he would find another place to carry out the assassination until the end.
"Sure. Give me three kowtows and apologize to me. Also, announce that you will never step into China again. I will let you go." Qin Lang said with a smile.
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of Huaqing Gang looked at Liang Qingyuan. Their eyes were filled with anger. This condition was too harsh. As long as Liang Qingyuan did this, Huaqing Gang would be the biggest loser in Huaxia. It was worse than death.
"You... you fart!" Liang Qingyuan was finally angry. He opened his arms, revealing his solid chest, and said fiercely:
"Qin, don't push me too far! Go to any country in Southeast Asia and ask who I, Liang Qingyuan, am. You want to be humiliated by me?"
"Hehe, you have revealed your true colors. It's fine if you don't agree." Qin Lang closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest in his chair.
Huala, the two beautiful girls behind pulled the gun and were about to pull the trigger without any hesitation. At this moment, sweat rolled down Liang Qingyuan's face and he roared at the top of his voice.
"Wait! Wait! Let me think..."
Liang Qingyuan's eyes were dark and scary. His lips moved slightly, as if he was having a fierce mental struggle in his heart.
The clock in the room was ticking. The disarmed gang members in the room were all staring at Liang Qingyuan without moving. They were all the outlaws carefully selected by Liang Qingyuan. They originally wanted to have a big fight. Who knew that their nest would be destroyed by Qin Lang so easily in just a few days.
Even the two beauties behind them were curious. Would the famous big shots of Huaqing Gang be forced to kneel down because of death?
The room was terrifyingly silent for a moment. One, two, three seconds...
Qin Lang stretched his hand over his head and made a starting gesture.
Plop!
The moment he raised the gun, Liang Qingyuan knelt down in front of Qin Lang. His face became unprecedentedly pale, as if he had turned into a ghost. His eyes were lifeless, and his expression was lifeless, like a walking corpse.
Qin Lang opened his eyes. He found it funny. It was as if the boss of the gang was not Liang Qingyuan, but Qin Lang. He was afraid that everyone present felt the same way.
"It's boring. Just kowtow. Once a person had a position, he would become afraid of death. On the contrary, the men of the Huaqing Gang were like men who were ready to face death. " The Death Sniper appeared in Qin Lang's eyes.
Liang Qingyuan's face was expressionless, as if he didn't care about Qin Lang's sarcasm. He put his palms together and kowtowed three times in a very serious manner, as if he was bowing to his elders.
His subordinates beside him all had ashen expressions. The two girls behind him even laughed out loud. When the third kowtow was done, everyone relaxed their vigilance. Liang Qingyuan suddenly turned his body like lightning and kicked out. One of the girls let out an 'oh' and was kicked onto the wall. He bounced back heavily and fell to the ground with a bang. She clutched her chest and struggled painfully for a while before lying on the ground and stopped moving.
Almost in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, the gun rang. Another girl also fell to the ground. Liang Qingyuan roared loudly. What was he still standing there for?!
His subordinates had just woken up and picked up AK47 one after another. Bang! Bang! Bang! Following a series of dull gunshots, the long spears that were loaded with silencers shot towards the chair that Qin Lang was sitting on. Wood splinters flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air. The Huaqing Gang was wildly shooting at them.
However, when they shot randomly, they all thought that Qin Lang had been beaten into a stopper. However, when they took a closer look, they saw that the broken chair was rolling on the ground, and Qin Lang had long disappeared without a trace.
They held their guns and circled around the room, but there was still no trace of Qin Lang.
"This is strange. Don't tell me he knows how to escape?" One of the criminals scratched his head in disbelief. Even though he was blinded, no one could see where Qin Lang had gone.
Unless there was a possibility that Qin Lang's speed was faster than what people could see!
"Search! We must find Qin Lang and let him know how powerful the Huaqing Gang is!" Liang Qingyuan gritted his teeth and raised his gun high as if he had lost his mind. He kicked and threw around randomly, looking for traces of Qin Lang.
In his mind, Qin Lang must die, and the uglier the death, the better. Only then could he eliminate the humiliation he had suffered tonight!
Otherwise, he, Liang Qingyuan, would lose all the face of Huaqing Gang!
These three kowtows were the price for learning how to use one's brain...