Chapter 1705 I'm going to be angry

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Nanjing Bugui Nightclub was full of music, accompanied by messy and almost hysterical screams, and nightclubs with a strong Gothic decoration style. There are many nightclubs in Nanjing, but there are not many nightclubs that can completely relax and vent their heart's content.

It is always difficult to produce classics in prosperous or deserted nightclubs, and it is not easy to get a classic in the nightclubs without returning to the nightclubs. It is estimated that the boss of the original time also spent a lot of money to invest, and then used the help of his personal connections to develop the large-scale nightclubs to fully demonstrate the four words of entertainment and relaxation.

Many high-ranking officials, middle- and high-level white-collar workers or gold-collar workers, students, men and women, are all here after 10 o'clock at night, and few can examine them with a calm mind. At this moment, a young woman with a thin figure and a pale face is sitting quietly at the bar.

His eyes looked at a door ahead.

She ordered a bottle of ordinary beer, squinted her eyes, and savored it alone. Women are not charming or beautiful, and their clothes are ordinary, but their cold temperament is particularly eye-catching. These days, idol-style girls who are cool in cold faces have long been left out of fashion.

After all, it is no longer the era when Brigitte Lin plays the role of Dongfang Bubai, but it has to be admitted that women with cold eyes and sharp eyes are still very consistent with the eyes of some animals. They have a very pure and cold temperament, which can indeed satisfy men's desire to conquer their dying hormones.

The young woman leaned gently on the high chair, rubbed the wine bottle with her hands, turned her head slightly, and looked at the man who had just left her, with clear eyes. The look of an old nightclub bird must not be the look of an old man. Even the tall and handsome bartender was curious about the origin of this woman.

However, the young woman never spoke and quietly drank the beer in her hand. The next thing was to wait without rushing, quiet and peaceful, occasionally pricking up her ears to capture the music of the nightclub for her appetite, which made the bartenders and students more interested and gave a glass of wine while they were free:

"Miss, are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

The bartender smiled just right, with a few hidden care, and was very masculine. Some people joked that any waiter could easily climb the rich woman's big bed in the shortest time. It was enough to show the outside world's affirmation of them.

The bartender looks really good. He has a very standard face with a clean and neat buzz cut, a thick and tall figure without any morbidity. He looked at the woman in front of him and was really moved, cold, but not melancholy. He felt very pure. He even wanted to go out with the other party for free for one night.

He pointed to the cocktail and smiled, "Please, I wish you a happy evening."

The young woman raised her eyelids, her voice was cool and gentle, and she said thank you casually. The bartender smiled and waved her hands, walked to the side to continue working, and frequently conveyed feelings to the woman. What made him more satisfied was that the young woman never got up and left.

If there were no accidents, it seemed like I could have had a pleasant night tonight. When the bartender had thoughts in his mind, the young woman was silent, holding the wine given to her by the bartender. I don’t know if it was because of the strong vigilance or dazed, but I never took a sip.

The bartender's smile became even more charming.

As time passes, the atmosphere of the nightclub is reaching a climax. Any nightclub will not be at eight or nine o'clock at the most lively time. Nightclubs are obviously no exception. The abortion has reached a peak, and young people outside are still pouring in.

But the people came and went, but it did not affect the quietness of the young woman. She sat on the chair from beginning to end and thought, and refused to chat with others. She stood firm like a statue. The bartender appreciated her independence more and more, and she wanted to get off work early to hook up.

"Go slowly!"

At that time, when the needle was pointed at 10:30, the wooden door of a wing room on the second floor quietly opened. Five or six well-dressed men and women came out from the inside, and five or six burly men followed behind them, one by one with expressionless faces, and a standard shot of the gangster appearing.

The bartender who had been constantly teasing the cold woman with his eyes was immediately stunned, and then he lowered his head to work seriously. There were four major shareholders in the nightclub, but he knew that the real boss was the man on the left of the group, Director Zhang, so he did not dare to act carelessly at work.

At this moment, the young woman who had no expression finally showed a bright smile. She stood up from the chair and greeted the group of people coming. As the distance narrowed, the bright smile gradually turned into a joke. When she was about to collide, she suddenly shouted coldly: "Director Zhang!"

When more than a dozen men and women were slightly stunned, the middle-aged man on the left was stunned, the young woman rushed over like a cannonball, and the strong wind blew everywhere. The two plainclothes subconsciously went to the crossbar but were knocked away by her body rushing towards them. The next second, the young woman's toes were already touching the middle-aged man.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man could not dodge and retreat subconsciously, but he was still hit by the tip of his shoe and a loud bang. He seemed to be hit by a flying train. He flew out of nowhere and the five men and women following him were also stumbled around and in chaos.

The young woman seemed to be unhappy, and she stepped forward and wanted to kick her trousers in advance. At this time, a man with a low expression came over, raised his foot and knocked out the opponent's attack and dismantled it. She also made a starting move to seal the attack that the young woman might have.

Xiao Sha's man said coldly: "Attack the police chief, do you want to die?"

As this sentence was thrown out, five or six men not only showed a semi-encirclement, but also directly took out guns from their waists and stared at them. The other party attacked Director Zhang in public, obviously prepared and fearless. They must use the quickest means to take the other party to avoid any trouble.

The young woman's mouth showed a sarcastic smile, and her white teeth flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light. She swept over her opponent who was similar to her but had great combat power, and her eyes turned to the middle-aged man who had climbed up: "Director Zhang, it's great, there is such a master hidden by her side."

"It seems that the money I have made has not been hidden."

Director Zhang had already seen the young woman's face clearly, waved his hand to stop the urge to handcuff people, and then shouted: "Tang Erya, what the hell are you doing? He fought against this game as soon as he met. Did you take the wrong medicine? When did this Director provoke you?"

He had already recognized who the other party was, that was Tang Erya, the backbone of Tangjiazhuang. Compared to Tang Xiaowan and others' arrogant attitude, Director Zhang had a headache for this fierce woman, because Tang Erya often showed neuroticism, regardless of the consequences or the cost.

He guessed that the other party must have come for the affairs of Tang Xiaowan and the other two.

Then he squeezed out a smile to Xiao Sha man, with a little flattery: "Master Bodhisattva, this is a misunderstanding, a private misunderstanding. I'll communicate with her. You get in the car first, I'll come later, and I'll explain the matter to you in detail."

Before Xiao Sha's man nodded and responded, the young woman waved her left hand: "Director Zhang, don't be polite. I'll talk about three things tonight. First, the police arrested Tang Xiaowan and the others and I made me very angry; second, you still owe Tangjiazhuang more than 30 million yuan in payment."

Following Director Zhang's face, his face changed drastically and drove away the drinkers around him. When Director Zhang's forehead was filled with cold sweat, his face looked ugly, Tang Erya sneered and said, "You have made a lot of money from Tangjiazhuang in recent years. You must not delay it anymore, otherwise we will go to the court to sue you."

She sneered: "The court ignores it, I will snatch your home."

Director Zhang looked ugly, and said with a timid and timid voice: "What are you talking about?" Although he expected that Tang Erya was a lunatic, he did not expect that she even exposed her private transactions. You must know that there were important members of the Southern Division present tonight. If he found out that he was involved in the drug trafficking business, he would be done.

"Third, tell Zhao Heng for me!"

Tang Erya raised her chest a little, and spoke word by word: "Although he was playing with the darkness and captured Sister Tang and the others, the sky in Tangjiazhuang could not fall. Even if the sky fell, I could still resist it. Clans from all over the country came one after another. My sister was fifteen years old and there were too many strong winds and waves."

Her voice was cold and low, showing her arrogant domineering spirit: "I have met the Mongolian overlord Murong Xuan, and the Hongmen veteran Dong Daqiu. People say that the hell angels abroad are fierce. I can't count the number of people who beat me alone last year. This time I want to see how powerful the prince of the capital is."

"If you don't see anyone tomorrow morning,"

Tang Erya dialed Director Zhang: "Tangjiazhuang,,, I'm going to be angry!"

After saying that, Tang Erya knocked on her leather shoes and walked towards the gate. Her eyes flew coldly past the people blocking the road ahead. The peeping eyes of the drinkers around her were like a mouse under a cat's claws retreating. The murderous aura on Tang Erya made them feel as fragile as a grass.

"Tang Erya, I'll give you a word."

When Tang Erya's figure was about to disappear, the Bodhisattva took a step forward and burst into a joke. When the former subconsciously turned his head, he spoke: "You can pass Murong Xuan, but Young Master Heng slaughtered the entire Murong family and even threw the whole Mongolian boss who was squatting in one breath. What about Tangjiazhuang compared to?"

"Tangjiazhuang is going to be angry,,,"

The Bodhisattva smiled faintly: "The Southern Division is going to be angry too!"

PS: The update is smashed, calling for a few flowers.

Thank you Diming for giving 588 coins to his works and 100 coins to his dead branches on the moon.
Chapter completed!