Before negotiations could begin, a group of subordinates rushed over.
Ronan was not surprised by this and picked up the folding stool next to him.
He can use the cursed hammer to act recklessly, but that thing is so powerful that it might kill someone.
"I haven't settled the score for kicking me yet, come on!"
Seeing Paul's men swarming forward, Ronan activated his powerful skills.
Only a folding stool was used, and they screamed when the photo was taken.
Seeing the fight, many people in the billiard room quickly ran away, very skillfully.
Paul narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw his men falling to the ground and howling miserably.
He thought he was lucky enough to meet this handsome guy, but now it seems that he came to him on his own initiative.
"What the hell do you want to do?"
"Save your life." Ronan used a trick commonly used by lobbyists to scare the other party first before speaking.
"Ha." Paul snorted coldly, without any intention of negotiating: "Since I was a child, no one has ever dared to kick my ass. Now that they are here, they want to scare me with such words. I'm dreaming!"
Ronan frowned, not expecting this conceited young master to care about this.
Since the save file for Britney was overwritten, he had to re-read the save file in the financial company's bathroom.
I left the company at 4pm and used the lottery shop to buy a suit and mobile phone.
I rushed to Washington Square around 5:30, drew a sketch, and waited until the concert ended at 7 o'clock to hand it over to Britney.
After the show, he took a taxi to Packet Street and rescued Britney.
However, after kidnapping Paul this time, Ronan took the gun away without kicking his ass.
Follow Britney back to the Med Hotel and enter room 1616.
After turning down an invitation to study, Ronan left the Med and headed straight to the billiards room on Packett Street.
It was after eight o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people in the billiard room. Paul and his men were playing here.
Seeing Ronan enter, he slapped the table and stood up: "Damn it, you dare to come back and beat him up!"
The men rushed over with daggers and clubs, but suddenly stopped.
Ronan took out his pistol, walked up to Paul, and put it against his temple: "Tell your men to hand over the guns."
Paul had the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his head. He broke out in cold sweat and said with a bitter look on his face: "No... no."
"I saw it when I left, how dare you say you didn't?"
Paul gave his men a wink, and one of them took out a pistol from his arms and pulled the trigger directly...
Bada.
With finger-long flames coming out of the muzzles, these pistols turned out to be lighters.
"Look, they are all lighters..." Paul smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to press down the barrel of the gun.
Ronan snorted coldly and opened the safety catch: "Then this one of yours is also a lighter?"
"No, no, no, this gun is real. Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Hearing the safety bolt being opened, Paul panicked completely and looked at his men: "Hey, what are you doing standing still? Shoot quickly. What a fire!"
The six men pulled the triggers, and without exception, they were all lighters.
No wonder Paul was beaten like that when he got into a group fight with others.
"I'm here today. In addition to returning the gun, I'm here to save your life." After saying that, Ronan unloaded the bullets in the magazine and placed the pistol on the billiard table to show his sincerity.
If these people still haven't learned their lesson and insist on doing it forcefully, he doesn't mind turning on powerful skills and teaching them a lesson.
"Save my life, what do you mean?" Paul frowned and secretly glanced at the pistol on the pool table.
He raised his hand slightly and then took it back.
In this timeline, because Paul and his men were teasing Britney, the handsome guy intervened to counteract it, which was a mistake.
Now that the other party has come back and fired back, the matter is far from being beyond negotiation.
Paul temporarily gave up the idea of letting his men swarm him, wanting to hear what the other party wanted to say.
"Do you know who the woman I stopped this afternoon was?"
Paul smiled a little reluctantly and shook his head: "How did I know?"
The girl has a hot figure and wears sunglasses and a mask. Based on past experience, her appearance should be good.
"That is the daughter of the British Ambassador to the United States!" Luo Huyou stared at Paul's square face with a cold look on his lips: "If you really take her away, it will cause diplomatic conflicts between the two countries. Let's see who can protect you."
Paul took a drag on his cigarette, his eyes full of distrust.
"If you don't believe it, you can call and ask. Let's see what happens after he knows that his precious daughter was threatened with a gun."
Ronan was very confident and didn't panic at all.
If Paul really made the call, he could load it and make another excuse.
For someone like him who comes from a gang, the reputation of a local official may not scare him.
But when it comes to national diplomacy, they don't dare to mess around.
The country did not mind destroying such a self-supporting organization in order to keep the trouble at bay.
"Fight, why don't you fight?"
"No, brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us. Please listen to my explanation..." Paul was a little timid when he saw that Ronan's attitude was sincere and did not seem to be cheating.
After all, his family is just one of the local organizations in New York, not a large one.
He cannot bear the crime of undermining the diplomacy between the two countries, and neither can the entire family.
"Explain?" Ronan looked at Paul back and forth and snorted coldly: "If I hadn't snatched the gun away from you, would you still have taken out the gun, right? Do you know what this means?"
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, brother."
Ronan noticed something strange in Paul's eyes. He glanced sideways and saw someone approaching from behind. He turned on his powerful force and thrust backwards, using a Kabuda over-the-shoulder throw...
Well, it seems like I'm showing my age.
The sap's subordinate was thrown to the ground cleanly and passed out immediately.
Paul stared at his men who fell to the ground with wide eyes.
"Don't worry, you won't die. If you want to play tricks again, I won't be polite!"
Paul rubbed his forehead, looking a little aggrieved and helpless: "My friend, it's all a misunderstanding, really. Let's not beat around the bush. Just tell us what you want to do here."
"Okay, let's get straight to the point." Ronan nodded: "Do you know about the black market exchange in New York?"
"Black market exchange?" Paul was startled, looking a little embarrassed: "Why are you asking about this?"
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Tell me whether you know it or not."
"I know, of course I do." Paul smiled a little reluctantly.
"Then do you know how to get in?"
"Well..." Paul paused and said with a somewhat proud tone: "Man, it's not that easy to get into the black market exchange."
His eyes glanced back and forth at Ronan: "In terms of status alone, you may not be qualified. Unless... you are the son-in-law of the British ambassador, hahaha."
After saying this quip, Paul laughed alone.
Seeing that no one around him was cooperating, his embarrassed smile gradually solidified.
Ronan nodded, raised his eyes and asked, "How can I get in if my status doesn't match my status?"
Paul showed a coquettish yet polite smile: "Then there's nothing you can do, brother. This kind of internal auction only accepts respectable people like me, and you have no chance at all."
"Oh?" Ronan raised his eyebrows: "So, you mean... you can go in?"
Paul's smile disappeared instantly and he slapped himself hard.
Snapped!