"You guys, don't even think about leaving!"

With a loud shout, on the Yangtze River Road, cars came one by one, and came out of the dense crowds of people.

"Get back!" Zhiyuan shouted loudly, blocking the door alone.

"Boy, go away!" A strong man took the lead, waved his fist and rushed over.

Seeing that fist gets closer and closer, suddenly, the ambition rises into the air, like a big roc, soaring in the sky.

"Bang!" A cheating hit the head of the man. The man staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a bang.

But at this moment, another fierce fist came to Zhiyuan's face.

Before the fist arrived, Zhiyuan had already taken steps and faced the fist, he stretched out his palm.

"Bang!" A light sound was heard and his fist hit Zhiyuan's hand.

The person who came was stunned. His punch seemed to hit a cotton, weak, but at this moment, Zhiyuan flipped his palm hard.

"Click!" With a scream, a crisp sound came. The person who came bent his body and half-kneeled in front of Zhiyuan.

"Bang!" Zhiyuan didn't give up, raised his knee and pressed it against his chin. The person who came fell on his back and lay on the ground, unconscious.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" That was a young man, raised a steel pipe, gently hit Zhiyuan's head and slammed it hard.

Zhiyuan's steps slightly moved, and he turned around and kicked the side. In the future, his figure hit the crowd behind him and fell down instantly.

Zhiyuan's face became heavier and heavier. There were too many people, at least forty or fifty, and he couldn't finish it.

These people were very fierce. He took three of them between three punches and two kicks, but these were not enough to make the crowd behind him retreat.

"No matter what, even if you are hacked to death, you will be the bottom!"

Zhiyuan's eyes were blocked at the door again.

"Not bad, not bad! I heard that Guizhou people are very good at fighting, but it seems that it is true!"

Just as Zhiyuan was ready, the crowd of bee pupa made way out and gave way.

This is a middle-aged man, who is only about forty years old, but he is born tall and overbearing.

"Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng!"

Whenever he takes a step forward, the people around him will bow their heads and respectfully.

Zhiyuan's eyes shrank sharply. This person was not simple. You can see it just by his calm demeanor.

I think he is their big boss, Gu Changfeng.

"Brother, what's the name?" Gu Changfeng came a few meters away from Zhiyuan and stopped.

"Wu Zhiyuan!" Zhiyuan said indifferently.

"Give me an explanation!" Gu Changfeng said, "What's going on with the newspaper this morning?"

"It's not our business!" Zhiyuan said.

"Is this your explanation?" Gu Changfeng took a step forward, stared at Zhiyuan, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"This is my explanation!" Zhiyuan faced Gu Changfeng's gaze, not dodging or avoiding.

In everyone's eyes, the two fell silent for a moment.

"Haha!" After a moment, Gu Changfeng laughed, "It turns out that heroes are young, you have good courage!"

"I dare not!" Zhiyuan said calmly.

"No matter what, the newspaper has been published, my reputation has been destroyed, and the people behind you cannot escape. How do you solve this problem?" Gu Changfeng took another step forward, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"I have explained that we didn't do this!"

Zhiyuan said, "I can ask them to enter the newspaper to clarify!"

"Just!" Gu Changfeng sneered, "I need clarification? Others don't know, but they thought I was bullying others and forcing you!"

"Then how do you solve it?" Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows. He knew that this was difficult.

Patiently, Zhiyuan said in a deep voice, "Although this is not what we did, you do owed our wages. No matter how the contract is written, we work on your construction site, and each person is 150 yuan. Are you sending beggars? We work and earn hard-earned money, and we don't ask others to give it to you! If you don't want to give up, we won't accept this tone!"

"Do you think you can beat me with so many people? Do you think the fellow villagers behind you can leave?" Gu Changfeng suddenly asked.

"I can't beat it! I can't get rid of it!" Zhiyuan said.

After a moment of pause, Zhiyuan continued, "But even if I can't beat it, I can still pull a few people! You can try it. It doesn't matter if we have something, but you are different. You are rich and powerful. Why do we fear it? Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, we don't cause trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble. At worst, we will be defeated by the death!"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Gu Changfeng's eyes narrowed.

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing I can do. It's you who are trying hard to force me, not us!" Zhiyuan said.

"Haha!" Gu Changfeng chuckled, and suddenly, in full view of everyone, he actually took out a gun.

This is a left-handed gun. Zhiyuan recognized that the old man had such a gun. At that time, he and Xiaoyong broke into the Miao village, but the old man fired a shot, which scared everyone to avoid acting rashly.

"Have you ever played Russian roulette?" Gu Changfeng said, "Since you want to stand up for your brother, let's have a gamble!"

Gu Changfeng approached Zhiyuan and stared at him: "You win, you can leave, and I will pay back your wages as much as possible. If you lose, your life will be left, and your brother, you can't leave alone! Do you dare?"

"How to play?" Zhiyuan said in a muffled voice.

"Simple!" Gu Changfeng chuckled, "Put a bullet into the six bullet grooves of this gun. After rotating the wheel at will, turn off the wheel. We both took turns to point the pistol at our heads and pulled the plate machine. Of course, the one who was shot automatically exited, and the one who frightened was also considered to be a loss. The one who persisted until the end was the winner."

"No!" A panicked figure rushed out from the room. He was Lin Qing.

"Brother Feng, we really didn't do the job of publishing the newspaper. We don't want the wages anymore. Let us go. It's not easy for us to work!" Lin Qing begged, "You are gambling about your life. Your status is noble, and it's not worth it. If..."

"You can't speak, get out of here!" Gu Changfeng interrupted Lin Qing's words, and didn't look at him, staring at Zhiyuan with a bright look, "You're playing, or not? You can refuse, but I promise, none of you can get rid of them!"

"Do I have any choice?" Zhiyuan stared at Gu Changfeng and said indifferently.

"Go aside!" Gu Changfeng pushed Lin Qing away, took the lead, and walked into the house, "Just come in and look out for me, no one is allowed to come in, nor can anyone go out!"

"Xiaoyuan...you!" Lin Qing's tears fell again.

"Come on, please feel free!" Zhiyuan waved his hand and walked into the room.

Through a table, Zhiyuan and Changfeng looked at each other silently.

"Look, these are five bullets, and one more round is inside!" Gu Changfeng raised his hand, turned the bullet groove, and then shut the gun with a click.

"Bang!" Gu Changfeng threw the gun into the middle of the table and stared at Zhiyuan, "Do you first, or me first?"

"You are the master, I am the guest! Of course you are the first!" Zhiyuan said.

"No, this is your residence. You are the master and I am the guest!" Gu Changfeng said.

"This is the house you rented for money. We are just residents. You are the master and we are the guests!"

"Wrong, this was not what I rented for, but the bastard who escaped with the money rented it. You are the master and I am the guest! Please ask first!"

"Okay!" Zhiyuan simply picked up the gun and pressed his temples against everyone's horror gaze.

His fingers were placed on the trigger, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The air seemed to condense, depression and suffocation. For a moment, his fingers became the focus of everyone.

"Click!" Finally, Zhiyuan pulled the trigger.

The gun didn't sound.

The person behind Zhiyuan couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

"It's you!" Zhiyuan threw the pistol in front of Gu Changfeng and said indifferently.

Everyone's eyes fell on Gu Changfeng again.

"Click!" Without hesitation, Gu Changfeng pulled the trigger to his head, "It's you again!"

Zhiyuan was silent and picked up the gun.

The more he got to the end, the chances of being shot became greater and greater, and his expression became more and more serious.

"What, are you scared?" Gu Changfeng chuckled.

"Click!" Zhiyuan pulled the trigger again and threw the gun at Gu Changfeng.

"Haha!" Gu Changfeng stared straight at Zhiyuan, "I've always been very lucky!"

"Click!" Gu Changfeng pulled the trigger, but the gun still didn't sound.

Zhiyuan slowly picked up the gun. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the gun was so heavy, so heavy, ten thousand times heavier than before.

Now, he has a 50% chance of dying!

He thought of many people, Xiaoyong, grandma, father, Aunt Liu, and the gentle woman, Chen Xiaofang.

At this moment, Lin Qing and others behind Zhiyuan were already slumped on the ground and sobbed in a low voice.

When they thought of the bloody scene of the bullet passing through Zhiyuan's head, they didn't even dare to see it.

"There are still people waiting for me to come home, but I don't believe it. I am a short-lived ghost!" Zhiyuan murmured in a low voice.
To be continued...