Yang Yi nodded, "Okay."
At this time, Zhou Yixun came back with his car. He parked the car, walked over, and nodded to Yang Yi and Min Yu, "Brother Yang, Young Master Min."
Zhou Yixun didn't dare to look at Min Yu, but just lowered his head slightly, looking a little nervous.
Yang Yi glanced at Zhou Xun, and said, "Did you find out what happened to that woman just now?"
Zhou Yixun shook his head, "No, she probably doesn't want to be disturbed by others, and I guess she just wanted to earn some commission for today's match."
Hearing this, Yang Yi could see this. A group of foreigners walked by not far away. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his hand, "Got it, you go down first."
Zhou Yixun nodded, he also saw the menacing person approaching over there, flinched subconsciously, and left in a hurry.
When the people walked away, Yang Yi whispered a few words into the headset under the collar.
Cruise, the leader, approached, with a strong hostility all over his body, and five or six tall people followed behind him. After approaching, he pointed at Min Yu, and spoke Chinese very badly: "How dare you cheating?"
Min Yu stood with his hands behind his back, just glanced at Cruise lightly, without saying a word, it was enough to make Cruise feel chills inexplicably, and in the next moment, his finger that was still pointing in the air was directly broken by Yang Yi .
"Who allows you to point your hand at our master like this?"
Yang Yi's speed was so fast that neither Cruise nor the people behind him could react.
Seeing Cruise whose face changed drastically, Yang Yi was expressionless, paused, and sneered again: "You guys are inferior to others and lost the game, why? You still want to play tricks?"
Cruise didn't expect the other party to do it directly, and there was severe pain in his fingers. His other hand directly pulled out the gun from his waist, "Go to hell."
Although the gun was aimed at Yang Yi, the moment Cruise fired the shot, it was directly transferred to Min Yu's body. The moment the trigger was pulled, Yang Yi's eyes changed.
It's just that the imagined gunshot didn't ring out, and the black muzzle of the gun was pinched by Min Yu's palm, and when he let go of his fingers, the magazine and frame of the pistol fell to the ground.
Cruise's complexion changed. He had heard that the man in front of him had a strange ability to disassemble machinery. No matter how sophisticated a weapon was, it looked like a piece of tofu in front of him.
"Before twelve o'clock tonight, I want to see my things." After saying this lightly, Min Yu turned around and got into the car without looking at Cruise.
The cold back, with a murderous air.
Yang Yi threw the paper towel for wiping his fingers on the ground, looked at the time, raised his head, and said in the same cold voice, "You still have two hours to prepare."
After speaking, he got into another car.
Within two minutes, Zhou Yixun's racing team and a dozen cars from Min's family left in an orderly manner.
Only Cruise and others were left.
"Boss, is this the end of today's matter?" the subordinate next to Cruise asked.
Cruise's eyes were frighteningly cold, and he took back his hand that had just been broken by Yang Yi. Apart from frowning slightly, he seemed to feel no pain at all.
Looking down at the magazines on the ground, Cruise said in a very low voice, "Give them something."
The subordinates looked at him incredulously, "But this batch of materials is very important to us, and it's hard to explain to the Equipment Bureau if we gave them to them!"
"Aren't you waiting to leave your life here?" Cruise pressed his eyebrows, he raised his head and looked at Andy not far away, "What a waste, he lost to a woman."
(end of this chapter)