Power of Money
Chapter 505

"Shut up! Shut up if you don't want to die!"

Lomes and the group of women quarreled until they lost their patience. They shot meaningful glances at the men standing beside them, and those men immediately understood. They didn't use the submachine guns in their hands. Instead, they took out a black rubber spot from their waists and hit the crowd like punching a dog. They didn't seem to realize that they had hit the faces of the richest man in a certain area with their stick just now.

Although there were many big shots like Welff and his eldest brother in the crowd, it was obvious that these characters on the screens were killing people in all directions. At this moment, they were no match for these desperados. They confronted the robbers for less than a round, and the people at the front were all beaten back with bloody noses and swollen faces.

"What the fuck, it's all because these bitchy women messed things up. If you can't do it, just call the name directly. If you like it, we can send it directly to his room, so that he won't be beaten for no reason!" There were also some people who had been standing in the crowd with indifferent faces and did not fight against the robbers. Their eyes fell on the group of women who were not attacked, but they hid behind the men and treated their bodies as flesh and shields.

"Are you a man or not? Go up there and fight with them. One for one, they don't have as many people as us."

"You big man, what are you hiding for? You won't let our women fight for you, will you? It's too shameful!"

"Oh, my God, you men are so shameless. When we return to Gavila, I will write down what you have done today, and let all the people in the world know how ungentlemanly these so-called gentlemanly men are when facing danger!"

The women hid behind the man and pushed the man's body forward desperately, trying to resist the sticks waved by the robbers.

At the same time, he was constantly mocking her, as if he had just been overshocked.

"D*mn it, aren't you usually quite arrogant? Do you want to be equal to each other? Now it's time for you to die, and if you push us forward, my life will be like yours, won't it?"

"You motherf*cker, if there is anything good, I will give in to you first. If something happens, is he our man's responsibility? You go and ask the robbers, now, whose life is more valuable, who can save everyone!"

These men were also in a panic. They were used to being pampered. Even when they were drinking coffee, they had to ask the servants to hand the quilts to them. When had they ever been beaten like this? They were all beaten so hard that their eyes turned red. They didn't care too much and began to try their best to step back to dodge the quilts, and their wails and whines came one after another. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three muffled gunshots sounded, which made the chaotic garden quiet down in an instant. The frightened people looked over and saw three corpses dressed in luxurious clothes outside the crowd. All of them were shot in the head, with bright red liquid flowing out. It was a terrible scene.

These few gunshots made them completely understand their current situation. These unarmed symbols were like a flock of sheep facing a herd of lions at this moment.

Any resistance would be met with sharp teeth.

He had to admit.

Those who could become the world's top rich people must understand the meaning of "see the times and become a hero". After seeing the situation clearly, they all fell silent and gathered in a place with a lot o acquaintances, and soon formed several small circles.

"I think you can listen to me now..."

"

Liu Zhaolong imitated the classic plot in Gavila's movie and blew the muzzle of his gun. Although he didn't smoke out, this action had always been his favorite action in the movie, which came from Brother Shou's Goal of Heroes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I can see that you all have a different opinion about the conditions I just proposed. Thus, I have no choice but to cancel this condition and suggest a new game..."

With a smile on his face, Lomes slowly said in the horrified eyes of everyone, "Now, we will hold a vote. I will arrange a number in my heart for each of your faces. There are a total of 37 people present. From the third seven, you can start voting. The one who offers the most votes will stand out and accept my requirements on your behalf. The voting time is only five seconds. Now the countdown starts..."

There was almost no time left for them to think about this game. After Liu Zhaolong shouted out the countdown, everyone was still looking at each other in dismay. However, when they heard that the countdown had been read "two", all kinds of voices rang out in the crowd.

"I choose No.1! I have never ranked this number since I was a child. I choose No. 1! I don't believe it's me this time!"

Although he didn't know what kind of game the chosen "lucky" would accept Liu Zhaolong.

But without a doubt.

It was extremely terrifying.

"Well, I choose No. 1 as well. I haven't ranked up to 1 since I was a child, so I choose this!"

"One!"

"One!"

"One!"

"One!"

It was as if the fuse had been set on fire. Everyone spoke in unison and cast their votes to number 1. They wanted to try and see what this game was about. The countdown was over.

Liu Zhaolong nodded his head in satisfaction. Then, he swept his gaze across the crowd.

"It's you."

In the panic-stricken eyes of everyone, Liu Zhaolong reached out his hand and pointed his finger at a middle-aged bald man in a suit standing in the crowd. Luck, fear, and schadenfreude...

When all kinds of eyes were focused on the bald man, he looked at Liu Zhaolong with a deathly pale face, pointing at his own nose, and asked in disbelief, "Me?" "It's you. Come on, come out and play a game with me."

Liu Zhaolong chuckled and waved at him in a friendly manner.

The bald man also knew that he could not hide. He always thought that since it was a game, and in front of so many people, there should not be too much problem.

He hesitated for a moment, and the people around him all felt that they were in a position to make way for him. They watched the bald man walk out of the crowd and stand in the outermost part of the crowd. "What's your name?" Liu Zhaolong looked at him and asked.

"Zhao, Guel," the bald man replied.

"What business do you do?" Liu Zhaolong asked.

"In the southern province, he's a real estate developer..." The bald man told the truth.

"Another real estate developer. Today, he seems to have a lot of peers with you..." Liu Zhaolong smiled.

Indeed, the situation of these real estate industries was very good. The lists of the major rich people had been cleaned up by real estate companies, and they had mastered a lot of wealth in the market. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Compared to you, I'm still a little lacking..."

Peng!

Linder everyone's incredulous gaze, Liu Zhaolong shot the bald man to death with a single shot. He chuckled and said, "Alright, let's play a Q&A game. We'll start the next vote." Everyone was stunned.

Was this the game that Liu Zhaolong had mentioned that he wanted to play?

This was simply a death game!

"What part of the issue is just an excuse!"

He only wanted to kill!

He wanted to find some fun in killing people!

In this way, who would dare vote?

Maybe he would be the next unlucky person to fall in Liu Zhaolong's hands!

But it was at this moment when the crowd stumbled, another gunshot rang out, and another female star standing in the crowd collapsed into a pool of blood.

"The countdown has started." Liu Zhaolong chuckled.

When people were in a desperate situation and tried to save their own lives, they would often do something that they would not even think of.

For example, at the beginning, these people who were going to keep silent in the next so-called game were going to see a living person in person, but because they did not do as what he said immediately, they died by their own side.

"No. 13!"

"Twenty-one!"

"Seven!"

"Thirty-two!"

The voices of the voting rang out again and again on the ships.

If he voted to play the game, he would still have one-third of the chance to survive.

But if Liu Zhaolong continued to randomly shoot at his target, then his chances of survival would either be zero or one hundred percent.

As for those rich people who liked to gamble, they were even more aware of the rules of survival.

"No. 21..."

Liu Zhaolong nodded his head and swept his gaze across the crowd. Then, he pointed at a charming female star who had participated in many gambling games and said, "You, come out. Our game has begun."

Then, without giving the female star any time to react, several strong men walked over, pulled her out of the crowd, and pressed her down on the ground in front of Liu Zhaolong.