Chapter 457 (2/2)
With staring eyes, Mahmoud pulled out several stacks of euro and several gold bars from a large LV bag carried by his attendants, and fell directly on the table.
”If you don't have enough money, do you want me to allocate some money from the consortium? Or should I buy this restaurant directly? ” Asked Mahmoud.
The manager of the restaurant showed bitterness on his face. Outside was the boss's friend, and inside was the prince of Tiber. He was sandwiched in the middle, and no one dared to provoke him. It was really miserable.
At this moment, Ye Fan also noticed that the two skinhead bodyguards had come over. He said to Su Qingxue with a smile: ”you see, we will not provoke them, and they will not let us go.”.
Su light snow just did not eat a few mouthfuls, see this scene, frown way: ”this prince how so, then let's go quickly?”
”Where to go? Even if you are tolerant, there is a bottom line. If you didn't stop me, I would have solved the problem just now. ”Ye Fan doesn't want to give that Ahmed a second chance.
Two skinhead bodyguards had already come to the table, one hand lifted the hem of the suit to reveal a gilded sand hawk pistol, and the other hit the table with a fist.
”Our prince, please invite this lady to have a meal together”, the bodyguard's accent, listening to the people of China.
”I refuse,” said Su Qingxue disgustedly, then picked up the bag, ”let's go!”
The bald head grinned and silently pulled out the gun on his hand and pressed it on the table, ”you can't help it...”
Su Qingxue's face changed. She bit her lips and looked at Ye Fan.At some tables nearby, the guests were frightened when they saw the scene. Several tables of guests had reached for their bags and were ready to leave the restaurant at any time.
But at this time, the bareheaded bodyguard who drew the gun, however, issued a scream of ”ah”!
A silver fork, has been stabbed into the bodyguard's gun hand, directly nailed his hand on the table!
The blood flowed on the tablecloth and dyed a big red.
”Damn it!” The bodyguard endured the pain, angrily pulled out his hand, a fist toward the head of Ye Fan pounded up!
But ye fan has already picked up the knife and inserted it into his fist!
”Oh!! ——”This knife into the body, the bodyguard has been almost dizzy!
Another skinhead bodyguard saw this, without saying a word, pulled out the golden sand hawk and shot at Ye Fan.
But ye fan's speed was like lightning, and I didn't know how, so he forcibly took the gun from the bodyguard's hand!
The bodyguard was so stupid that he found that his hand was empty. His fingers hurt so much that he felt that his fingers were all broken.
Looking up, the black muzzle has been aimed at his forehead!
”The speed of drawing the gun is too slow, so that you can become the Royal Guard. Prince Tiber is really lucky not to die.”.
Ye Fan still chews delicious food in his mouth, holding a limited edition golden sand hawk pistol in his hand, and suddenly pulls the trigger!
”BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!!! ——”
although the recoil force of this kind of pistol is very strong, Ye Fan holds it in one hand, which is stable and can shoot a bullet as accurately as a fixed fort.
Bullets like fire, a shuttle, shot at the back of the bodyguard - Mahmoud in the box!