This slap already said too much.

Looking at the trembling Hongxing elite, Chen Hongdou was full of despair.

She snatched a short-handled firearm with a frantic face, and pulled the trigger directly at the place where Ye Hao was.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Bang bang bang�"

The words were stern and the gunshots were earth-shattering.

But all the lead bullets fell on the ground under Ye Hao's feet.

Ye Hao was unscathed.

At this moment, he just walked out lightly, raised Chen Hongdou's sharp chin with his right hand, and showed a slight smile: "Look, even if you have a firearm in your hand, you don't dare to really fire at me."

"Because you are afraid, you know it very well."

"If you don't fire at me, you can still live."

"Fire and you will die."

"Since you are so afraid of me, why don't you simply admit it?"

"What are you putting on here?"

Ye Hao smiled gently and spoke indifferently.

But every word he uttered made Chen Hongdou feel a little bit colder all over his body.

Because, although Ye Hao is not killing people at this moment, he is punishing his heart.

"Snapped--"

With another backhand slap, Ye Hao slapped Chen Hongdou directly on the ground, and then said calmly: "Go back and tell you Hongxing to sit in the restaurant, and if you provoke me again, if he dies, you Hongxing will also die."

After saying that, Ye Hao's eyes fell on Ye Jiutian who had been watching the show, and suddenly he smiled and said, "This one must be the young master of Hong Kong Gambling Yemen, Ye Jiutian, right?"

"I heard that Young Master Ye is the number one member of the younger generation in Hong Kong and Gambling. Not only is he extremely skilled, but he also represents the fairness and justice of Hong Kong and Gambling."

"Then, after watching the play for so long, don't you consider reporting to an official?"

"presumptuous!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Speaking disrespectfully to Young Master Ye, do you want to die!?"

The few men and women in fancy clothes standing behind Ye Jiutian were all staring at Ye Hao at this moment, their expressions extremely fierce.

Although Ye Hao's skills were terrifying, he slapped the Lion King to death with one slap.

But for these big shots in the upper-class circles of Hong Kong and the two cities of gambling, Ye Hao is nothing more than a thug no matter how good he is.

In front of their energy, background, and power, what a fart!

No matter how Ye Hao can fight, can he beat the government's violent machine? JrNovels.com