Xie Senyang opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

If he had 300 billion, he couldn't afford to spend 20 billion dollars for a woman, and he didn't think it was worth it.

"Mr. Ye, then the rest ......" Xie Yingting used honorifics at this moment, and was even more respectful to Ye Fan.

This hand has solved a big problem in his heart, if the five billion is not settled, I am afraid that his political future will be ruined, after all, in the political arena of Treasure Island, impeachment of the president or something has long been commonplace.

"The rest of the ...... Sen Shao, it's time to visit your friends. Ye Fan said: "Which one is the most suspicious, go find which one first." ”

"You, aren't you worried that the kidnappers will take the money and tear up the ticket?" Xie Senyang said another unlucky thing that should not be said.

"Tear up the ticket?" Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile: "Try it, whoever tears whose ticket." Drive!"

“…… Mr. Ye, do you want to find a few personal bodyguards to go over?" Xie Yingting was busy reminding him later, just the two of them, would there be an accident if they went to do this kind of thing?

Ye Fan paused slightly: "Do you want everyone to know about this?" Boss Xie, in the future, my business activities will all depend on your green light, let's go!"

Seeing him leave the mansion, Xie Yingting couldn't help but feel a mountain unloaded from his shoulders.

In a blink of an eye, he suddenly remembered that this person seemed to be a little familiar, what background did he have?

Xie Yingting hurriedly walked to the living room, dialed out a phone call, and ordered the Taipei intelligence agency to check Ye Fan's true information.

On an abandoned factory floor, light filtered through tattered felt and windows, and shone on the arms and cigarette smokers.

A laptop sits on a filthy desktop, and a fat man with a full face sits there, staring at the refresh status of his account on the screen.

Po Jun, whose hands were wrapped in duct tape and his mouth was sealed, his whole body was tied to a dirty iron chair with hemp rope, and he watched the group's every move with cold eyes.

From their conversation, Po Jun probably knew the origin of these underworlds, and they were people from the Taipei branch of the Bamboo Union Gang.

That fat man, who they call "Brother Lard", is just a small boss, and above him, there is a big guy named Brother An Le.

From a son-in-law surnamed Chu, they learned that Ye Fan had a lot of money, and the two sides quickly formulated a plan for kidnapping and ransom, hijacked the broken army here, and then called Ye Fan to extort 20 billion US dollars.

Originally, after finding out the details of the other party, Po Jun didn't have to continue the show, but the kidnapper's phone call made her want to know the result, as much as 20 billion US dollars in ransom, will he pay it?

In just twenty minutes, it is impossible for anyone to find the traces of these bandits, will he consider his own safety and pay the ransom, or will he have other plans?

"Ganlin Niang!" Brother Lard suddenly slapped the table and shouted, startling a group of younger brothers.

"Two tens of billion, two billion dollars! haha...... Each person gets 10 million, you don't have to be a horse boy in your life!" Brother Lard pointed to the computer screen and shouted excitedly: "See it, see it!"

Hearing this, the younger brothers rushed over to check, and when they saw the long list of numbers with their own eyes, heavy breathing sounded in everyone's nostrils, as if their eyes had reflected the glittering golden bills.

Hearing that Ye Fan had paid a huge ransom, Po Jun's eyes showed a strong affection and smile, this guy ......

"Brother Anle, the ransom has been received! That kid has paid the money to his account. After high-fives and celebrations for a while, Brother Lard held back his excitement, took out his mobile phone, and happily reported his achievements to the upwind.

"Very good, you can watch and do the rest!"

"The hostage...... "Brother lard can't get it, whether to put it or ......

"Idiot, tear it up!" Brother An Le hung up the phone in a cold voice, this idiot has already leaked his name, and he still wants to release people?

Brother Lard held the phone in his hand, his face was cloudy, and after doing this, he could get 100 million US dollars, enough to escape from Taipei and go anywhere in the world to retire. But will a person who can easily come up with 20 billion dollars be a good stubble? I am afraid that if he flees to the edge of the sky, he will also live in fear for the rest of his life. But after thinking about it carefully, this woman knows his identity, and even if she is released, it will inevitably cause trouble.

"Brother lard, what does the boss say?" a junior brother couldn't wait to ask about the result, and his squinting eyes were already fixed on Po Jun's slender legs.

Slap! After a slap, the fat man spat out: "Ganlin Niang, tear up the ticket!"

When all the junior brothers heard this order, they were all stunned on the spot.

"Are you stupid?" the fat man scolded: "Whoever cleans up this little girl will get an extra share of the running fee!"

"Big ...... Big brother, really, really tearing up the ticket?" The little brother who was slapped stammered and glanced at Pojun's beautiful face, and muttered carefully: "It's torn, it's a pity, right?"

"Yo, what do you kid want to do with the fragrant jade?" Brother Lard scolded in a gloomy voice: "If you don't kill her, your life will not be saved!"

"Boss, it's better to ......" A thief-eyed guy leaned over and whispered a few words in Brother Lard's ear.

"Hmm, Ah Zhi, do you want to do that too?" This little brother named Ah Zhi is the fat man's henchman, and he is reluctant to tear up the ticket, but what he means is to let the brothers have a good time first, and then kill this beautiful woman.

"Hehe, boss, it's too wasteful to tear it up, it's better to be cheap, brothers. Looking at Pojun's wonderful figure and the country-conquering appearance, Ah Zhi's saliva was about to flow down.

The fat man thought about it, yes, waste can still be recycled, why not satisfy the desires of these guys?

His gaze met Pojun's cold eyes, and for no reason, a trace of fear floated in his heart, he shrank his head, and Yixing Yanshan waved his hand and said loudly: "Cheap you bunnies!

After speaking, the fat man rolled up his laptop, walked out of the abandoned workshop, and stood under the eaves and smoked a cigarette.

"Hey...... Brothers, I'll go up first, line up!" As soon as the boss left, Ah Zhi said that he was about to untie his belt.

But immediately, he circled around Pojun again, as if admiring her peerless beauty.

Po Jun's indifferent eyes looked around at these salivating perverts without any panicked expression.

"Hehe, let me introduce myself first, the contemptible surname is Ma, the horse that rides a horse, everyone calls me Brother Zhi, so my brother's name is Ma Zhi, beauty, do you understand?"

Listening to his triumphant laughter, Po Jun was still expressionless.

"Haha, I like women to look at me like this the most, the colder and more fierce, the more conquering, brothers, don't you say?"

"Hey, Brother Zhi, stop playing, hurry up, brothers are suffocating!"

"That's it, haha, line up, line up......"

Po Jun's calm and cold eyes had no emotion, and when she heard the fat man say that she was tearing up the ticket, she had already pronounced the crime of these people in her heart, and she wanted to make every beast here pay a terrible price!

When Ah Zhi approached this beautiful woman with excitement, the roar of a locomotive came from outside—

"What's the matter?"

As soon as everyone turned their heads, they saw the fat man's weight of one hundred and eighty pounds slammed open the old wooden door of the workshop and flew up the rusty beam above the workshop!

Knock-knock-his body made two muffled noises in mid-air, bounced on the iron beam, and fell heavily to the ground, and before he could even call for help, he twisted twice and remained motionless.

Boom –

The speeding locomotive crushed the laptop like a flock of sheep, rushing towards these gangsters with broken livers......