The middle-aged pastor coughed a few times and asked again: "Miss Zheng Hailan, no matter how poor, sick, difficult, painful, rich, healthy, happy, you are willing to stay with Mr. Du Xiaoming and love him for the rest of your life?"

"She doesn't want to!", the answer to the middle-aged priest was a man's firm and decisive voice.

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction where the sound came.

The person who spoke was an oriental boy about twenty-three or four years old.

The boy was so quick. When everyone saw him, he was still at the entrance of the hall, which was still thirty or forty meters away from Zheng Hailan and the others. However, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the boy had already arrived in front of Zheng Hailan.

The young man held Zheng Hailan's hand and looked into her eyes and said, "Did you forget the agreement between us? I don't know why, nor do I want to know why you wanted to marry this person, but you are my person, how can you marry someone else? I know that this person has a huge power in this country, so let me take you out of here, let us wander around the world, and let thousands of rivers and mountains be witnesses of our love!"

Zheng Hailan showed a gratified smile on her face and murmured: "I knew you would come. Although I didn't see you just now, I always felt that you seemed to be watching me by my side... Well, I will accompany you to wander around the world and travel thousands of miles!"

Zheng Hailan turned to Du Xiaoming and said, "Mr. Du Xiaoming, I'm sorry, the person I really love is him, I can't marry you. As for the 80 million US dollars our family owes you, we will find a way to repay it to you within ten years. I want to leave this with him. In ten years, we will come back with 80 million US dollars to find you!"

Du Xiaoming's face turned pale: "Why will things turn out like this? I love you so much, and I actually didn't force you to marry me. If you really don't want to marry me, I won't force you! But now our wedding is well known in this city. Your break-up is not allowed. This is no longer the business of both of us. Our "Qinglong Gang" can't afford such face!"

Du Xiaoming gritted his teeth: "Hailan, even if you hate me for the rest of your life, this person can no longer stay in the world. He must die!" With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen men in black walked out of the crowd, and suddenly more than a dozen black guns pointed at the head of the young man in the east.

Du Xiaoming said: "Take him away!"

The young man on the east just smiled slightly: "I feel sorry for snatching your bride, but I don't like someone pointing a gun at my head. We both did something that each other didn't like, and we were even!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dongfang boy shook his body, as if he was no distance from the man in black who was more than ten meters away. The Dongfang boy had already arrived in front of them like teleportation. His hands were swinging like lightning, and then a "rattle" sound rang out for a while, and there were already a lot of pistol parts and bullets on the ground.

In just one second, maybe in a second, the guns in the hands of the more than a dozen black-clothed men were dismantled into a bunch of parts by the young man on the east!

The more than a dozen black-clothed men were blushed and ashamed. They were able to become Du Xiaoming's bodyguards, and they had a considerable level of skills in both gun playing and fighting. Unexpectedly, they were snatched the gun by a man within a second and broke it apart in an instant!

What made them even more embarrassing was that from beginning to end, they didn't understand how their guns got into the hands of the young man on the east. They just felt that their hands were numb, and the gun was no longer in their hands, and then the gun turned into parts and fell to the ground.

Among the many guests attending the wedding, there is no shortage of masters in gun play and fighting, but none of them see clearly what action the boy used to take away ten guns in one second and dismantle more than ten guns into a pile of scrap iron.

Everyone was stunned by the boy's superb gun-playing skills. For a moment, they seemed to be immersed in a fixed-fitting technique and did not move.

The young man in the east took Zheng Hailan's hand and walked out of the "Kabuk" Hotel under the gaze of everyone.

It was not until the oriental boy left for several minutes that people woke up from the shock and asked each other about who the boy was. As a result, no one knew the origin of the oriental boy.

Du Xiaoming stood in a daze, his eyes didn't turn for a long time, which was completely different from his usual handsome appearance.

Du Yuesheng glanced at his son with a dull expression, and said to his deputy with a pale face: "Notify the brothers in the gang to chase this oriental boy at any cost. If he is asked to escape from this city, our "Qinglong Gang" will not have to hang out on the road!"

Seven days later, the city of R in the northwest region of T country.

Country T is located in the southwestern part of South America. It was once part of a major country in South America, but now it is also an independent country.

This is a country with a high altitude, with almost a thousand meters of jungle and rugged mountains and ridges within its territory.

The folk customs of the northwest region of T country have been extremely fierce since ancient times. Even before it was independent, the government could not fully control this region. Now, the country is independent. In name, the northwest region is under the jurisdiction of T country. In fact, this is a place completely controlled by local warlords. The government of T country has no influence here. It can be regarded as a country in this country.

Because of the special geographical environment and political situation here, it is also a place where terrorist activities are frequent. It is rumored that there are many warlords and terrorists colluding with terrorists, and the warlords are also seeking true independence and establishing a new country.

Pakistan is a shop owner named "Happy Hotel" in City R. Three days ago, a young man and a woman were staying in his hotel.

This young man and woman seemed a little strange to Pakistan because according to the young man, they were a couple and came to this place when they escaped from a South American country.

The young man and woman are an oriental couple, who look like Chinese or RB people.

This young couple, handsome man and beautiful woman, especially the figure of the woman, is not inferior to white women in Pakistan's eyes, and is even more than that.

Pakistan couldn't help but envy the beauty of this young man in yellow: TNND, I had a last time with such a woman, even if I had three years of life left.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and Pakistan discovered that the two young men and women seemed to have not yet gotten up.

Bakisf thought to himself: Could it be that these two young people are still doing the work of ○○××? Otherwise, why wouldn’t they get up at this time?

Thinking of this, Bakkisf couldn't help but yell at the top-notch woman's naked body, and some changes were made under him.

He suddenly remembered that the rent paid by the two young men had expired, and if they wanted to continue living, they should pay the rent.

Pakistan smiled: If these two guys don't have the money to pay for the house, then as long as the woman is willing to sleep with him, they can stay with me for at least two months for free.

As a businessman, Pakistan could see that the two young men were in a hurry when they ran away, and their money was almost used on the way to escape. They really might not have the money to pay for the house, so the possibility of something happening to this woman still exists.
Chapter completed!