"You are in a very bad situation now. Please ask Ye Jun to help you get rid of it. Only he can get rid of this thing."

Yang Jian looked at the dark palm print in his hand.

"What does it mean?"

Ye Jun sat down casually, and then said: "Yang Jian, is that right? As a newcomer, it doesn't matter if you come in and don't say hello. You don't know the rules yet. This is very rude. But forget it, we are all generous people."

Don’t worry about it as a newcomer, let’s be honest. We will take 50% of the profit from your transaction today, but don’t worry, it’s just this time, there will be no second time.”

"Of course, I don't get this money alone, all members of the club will get it. After you join the club, the newcomers who follow you will also be able to enjoy this commission when they complete their first business."

Yang Jian looked at the palm prints in his hands and said, "Is there such a rule? Why didn't Yan Li tell me?"

"Of course he won't tell you this. He suffered too much back then. After all, he was young and impulsive." Ye Jun shook his head and shook the wine glass in his hand.

"So, if the predecessors suffered a loss, the descendants should learn from it, do you think that's right or not?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "That's not right."

"Um?"

"I only know that you just wanted to kill me, so..." Yang Jian, who was originally calm, suddenly became violent. He took out a pistol from nowhere and pointed it directly at Ye Jun's head next to him.

"A special pistol? My friend, calm down."

Ye Jun was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the golden pistol, he realized that something was wrong.

This kind of pistol is specially designed to deal with ghost masters.

"Bang~!"

The next moment, Yang Jian fired.

A golden bullet hit him directly in the head.

"Bang~! Bang~!"

The second shot, the third shot sounded...

"Depend on."

Zhang Han on the side was so frightened that he quickly took several steps back.

The other people drinking at the bar were also stunned.

what happened?

Why did the gun even fire? What is this going on?

Yang Jian fired all the bullets, and Ye Jun's head was shattered. There was no blood splashing, only dark brown fishy corpse water splashing, and a rotting smell immediately filled the air.

The gunfire stopped.

Ye Jun had stopped moving and fell on the sofa beside him with his head smashed.

"This is the rule of my Yang Jian. Now, who else among you wants to tell me the rules?"
Chapter completed!