"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way!" A dozen hooligans came over surrounded by Sang Biao. Sang Biao was still the same, his bald head with scars still shining brightly. "How was the conversation?" He asked sideways.
He turned his head to look at the domineering security manager.
"Brother Biao~" He showed his humility and sincerity to others again. "Well... something happened later, we can't talk about it now."
"Are you talking about Ye Qing?" Sang Biao put his hands in his pockets, bulging his belly, and danced the Cha Cha to himself. When Ye Qing first came here, an informant told him. This guy is Wen Er's right-hand man.
, he has done a lot of earth-shattering things in the past ten years, and he is not good at it. Just now he heard that Lu Yu was stabbed and he was probably dead. He was sitting in his private room having fun, but after hearing this
I'm willing to come out and watch the excitement. Damn it, finally die! He couldn't stop laughing in his heart.
"Brother Biao...Sister Fang and the others were..." the security guard, covering his face, reminded bravely.
"You're looking for death." Sang Biao's follower Hongmao glared at him. Fangqing won't die, and even Wen'er won't touch her. No one can offend Brother Hu. This doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to touch her.
Fangqing people, especially mistresses! Haha.
Sang Biao ignored the little security guard who walked back with his face covered, and asked in a humming voice, "How many people are here?" His mood was as good as heaven.
"I guess there are dozens of people. Is that what you plan to do?" The manager handed Sang Biao a cigarette and lit it respectfully. Sang Biao looked at the cigarette and shook his head, as if he was having a good time.
Comfortable. "Is the second master here?"
"not yet."
"It should be there soon, let's wait." The two people looked at each other and smiled, looking like they were collaborating.[
As they said, groups of gangsters continued to gather from all directions, and the small alley behind the bar was surrounded. An old man got out of a black Mercedes-Benz, and he said:
Holding a big pipe in his mouth, he changed into another piece of clothing. The pair of open-fronted Tang suits looked quite majestic, and the big retro glasses made him look like a master of traditional Chinese culture.
"Where are you?" Wen Er asked casually when he saw several of his subordinates running over.
"exist!"
"Dead or not?"
"I haven't gone in yet, so I don't know."
"Why?!" The big footprints on Wen Er's belly were still imprinted on the flesh, and he could feel it when he was angry.
"This is Sister Fangqing's place..."
"Holy crap! Zhang Chenghu has gone in! He's still scared! Bring Lu Yu over here! I want that bitch too!" Wen Er's words were a bit excessive. He was so angry that he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.
, and then added, "However, Brother Hu treated me well back then, so I'd better give him some face and kill Lu Yu, and then we'll leave!"
"This..." Those little gangsters are not stupid. Look at me and you, no one can move. They still have vivid memories of Wen Ling's ferocious sword skills. They must consider this if they don't want to be hacked to death.
The weight is more than 100 kilograms.
"Go!" Wen Er began to yell, "I can't do what I say, right!!!" The four people behind him all took out their pistols, and it seemed that they were preparing to clean up the house.
"Second Master! Let's go right away." Those people ran over quickly and did not dare to look back.
"Come back." Wen Er rolled his eyes, "Where did Ye Qing go?"
"in front of."
"What is he doing?"
"I'm looking at a girl."[
"What? I'm fooling his uncle. I support him with so much money every day, and now I'm flirting with someone?! Where is he?!" Wen Er was furious. He stretched out his hand to open everyone up and walked inside. He misunderstood.
That little gangster means.
"Oops." Ye Qing has already noticed the golden needle in Wen Ling's hand. This thing is difficult to practice. Firstly, it is too light to throw, and secondly, it is a bare iron bar that is difficult to control. It is not suitable for hidden weapons such as darts.
All are tied with a little red silk, so that the dart head is always in front during flight. Without that little thing, practicing this bald concealed weapon would be difficult to achieve without more than ten years of hard work.
Ye Qing waited quietly for this shot. He was sure to block it, holding the weapon in his hand. He felt much better. But at this moment, Wen Er's ominous voice sounded from the crowd. This
The old man was making a fuss in the crowd again... and he came over!? Ye Qing really wanted to curse, what if he came over and shot her?! What if Wen Ling shot Er, who didn't understand martial arts at all, very obscenely?
Master, how can he save his little life? Ye Qing was anxious, his blood surged to the point where his face turned red.
"Second Master! Stop!" He shouted at the risk, but the slight vibration of his body still caused trouble. The blood on his head was pulled by inertia, and penetrated into his eyes along the corners of his eyes. After being stimulated, his body
With an involuntary tremor, his right eye closed uncontrollably. The two eyes of a person are much more united than their usual comrades. One eye closed instantly when it was stimulated, and the other followed closely. It was broken, Ye Qing knew in his heart.
Oops, force it open!
A bit of cold light has come closer! With a pop, the needle pierced directly into his right eye! Not the right eye, the power of this needle has not dissipated, and the two-inch long golden needle penetrated straight into the back of his head!
Wen Ling's finger was indeed cruel. She hated it in her heart and insisted on taking Ye Qing's life! Behind her eyes was the brain, and she was sure that the golden needle would pass through her bones! Die! Wen Ling's originally beautiful face
She will never forgive the bastard who almost killed Lu Yu.
However, Ye Qing would never agree to this request. He was indeed very incomparable. He endured the severe pain of his eyeballs exploding and shook his head, removing most of the power of the golden needle! Ye Qing, who had saved half his life, was too late.
Fortunately, before he could turn around, Wen Ling suddenly rushed forward and kicked Ye Qing in the air. This kick was not high, but very fast. He kicked Ye Qing's lower back with his two feet in tandem!
!!
Second Master harmed me! A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Qing's mouth!