Yan Xiaoxi was shouting vigorously, but Ye Xueqing stopped moving. She couldn't help but feel anxious and curious, so she quickly asked: "Why did you stop? Keep beating!"
Ye Xueqing made a sad face, spread her hands, and replied helplessly: "I have thrown away the beads, they are gone."
"Ah?" Yan Xiaoxi, whose blood was boiling, felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, chilling him from head to toe.
Looking at the delicate and soft appearance of the little sister, Yan Xiaoxi could easily imagine that Ye Xueqing's fighting ability was just throwing marbles. If it was a close combat, she would probably not be the opponent of those vicious men.
She was indeed right. Ye Xueqing's special skill was throwing marbles. Other than that, she was just like an ordinary person. Once she ran out of marbles, it would be like a pistol empty of bullets. There was nothing to worry about.
However, Yan Xiaoxi inherited Su Yi's characteristics. He is clever and full of clever ideas. He glanced around and immediately came up with a plan.
She picked up a dice cup from the table next to her, poured out a few dice inside and handed it to Ye Xueqing, and said, "Use this one, it should be about the same!"
Marbles are spherical and dice are cubes. They have different shapes but almost the same size.
Common dice that can be used for entertainment are almost all made of acrylic, which is relatively light and flexible.
The marbles are made of glass and are obviously much heavier than the dice, which is very critical.
It is not impossible to use dice instead of marbles, but because of the difference in weight, it will not only affect the feel, but also the power.
The dice are too light, so even if they hit someone, they won't cause much damage, which is much worse than marbles.
Unless Ye Xueqing is a master of the inner family and uses her inner strength to create hidden weapons, then it no longer matters whether she has dice or marbles in her hand. Even if she holds a piece of paper, she can still hurt someone.
Unfortunately, Ye Xueqing is not.
She just mastered the technique of throwing marbles through some guidance and practice. The strength and accuracy are guaranteed to a certain extent. If she uses plastic dice, it will be greatly compromised.
The result of this was that Ye Xueqing threw several dice in succession, but no one from Fuxing Society fell down.
It's like if the metal bullets in the pistol were replaced by rubber ones, it wouldn't be able to kill anyone, and it wouldn't even scratch the skin.
Seeing this situation, Yan Xiaoxi felt deep despair, slapped his forehead with his hand, and lamented helplessly: "I'm a good boy, it's over now!"
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Outside the nightclub, bright street lights illuminated the street, and many people stood on the street, like a demonstration.
They are almost all men, dressed in different styles, tall, short, fat and thin, and all of them are flamboyant and menacing.
There is no doubt that these people are either hooligans or gangsters, either from Fuxing Society or Laojiu Sect.
All the people from Fuxing Society crowded at the entrance of the nightclub, completely blocking the place of entertainment. Once Dong Fu or Du Xing shouted loudly, they would immediately rush in to support.
The people from Laojiumen were guarding the outside, a little further away, and blocked half of the street. As long as any irrelevant people came close, they would drive them away.
Jin Maoqiang's boss is Luo Hu, and Luo Hu is Pei Jiuye's subordinate, so Jin Maoqiang can be regarded as a member of Lao Jiumen and is fortunate to participate in this big operation.
At this time, Jin Maoqiang, with a few of his younger brothers, and a large group of brothers from Laojiumen, were guarding the intersection on the left side of the nightclub.
Because Luo Hu's bones were broken by Ye Xingyu and he was still lying in the hospital recuperating and unable to attend the scene in person, Jin Maoqiang was now commanded by another leader named "Brother Liang".
Like Luo Hu, this person is one of Pei Jiuye's close confidants.
Jin Maoqiang was not very good at fighting, but he was good at flattering people and adapting to the situation. When he saw Brother Liang taking out a cigarette, he quickly took out a lighter and came over, and helped Brother Liang light the cigarette with a smile on his face.
"You're quite smart!" Brother Liang puffed out a puff of smoke and praised.
"It's my little honor to serve Brother Liang!" Jin Mao nodded and bowed with a smile on his face, trying to flatter him without any shame at all.
Brother Liang was smoking a cigarette comfortably, feeling a little carried away by the golden retriever, and he started to brag a lot. He kept thinking about those days, and "seven in and seven out, blood flowed like a river", and he said that he seemed to be from the Three Kingdoms era.
Changshan Zhao Zilong is the same.
Jin Maoqiang knew in his heart that these were just lies and could not be taken seriously, but he was very cooperative and surprised, as if he was actually there.
With such a loyal audience, Brother Liang became more and more talkative, gesticulating with his hands and feet, and his eyebrows were dancing, which in turn attracted a bunch of younger brothers to clap their hands and cheer.
Seeing that the younger brothers were very considerate, especially Jin Maoqiang, who was super knowledgeable and took all kinds of flattery tricks, Liang Ge, who was full of accomplishment, couldn't help laughing, patted Jin Maoqiang on the shoulder and said affectionately: "Good brother, just a moment
Now that we’re done, let’s go have supper on the hour, I’ll treat you!”
Just as Jin Maoqiang was about to agree, a shout suddenly came from the distance: "Stop! What are you looking at? Don't join in the fun and leave quickly!"
As soon as Brother Liang and others turned around, they saw a man walking from the other side of the street. He was very young, probably in his twenties, and very handsome. He looked a bit like a young star.
Brother Liang, who has a unique hobby, immediately lit up his eyes, pointed at the visitor, and said with a smile: "This young man is not bad, he is to my liking!"
Jin Maoqiang also saw this person, but his reaction was completely different from that of Brother Liang. The flattering smile on his face disappeared immediately, and instead he had a look of panic, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Ye...Ye..." Jin Maoqiang's eyes widened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he tried hard to say something, but it was like he had phlegm stuck in him and couldn't hold it in for a long time.
His weird behavior immediately caught Brother Liang's attention, and he asked: "What night is it? What are you muttering about?"
Jin Maoqiang swallowed his saliva with a "Gulu" sound, his face looked ugly as if his parents were dead, and he stammered: "Night... midnight snack... I can't eat it, I... I have a stomachache..."
Seeing Jin Maoqiang's appearance, Brother Liang thought to himself: It's over. Isn't this guy just shitting his pants?
On the other side, the young man walking from the street stopped, smiled and looked at the strong men blocking the road in front of him, and said kindly: "Sorry, please excuse me, I want to go there!"
"I'm going to paralyze you and get out of here, this road is blocked!" An impatient guy waved his hand like he was shooing away flies and said very rudely.
"What if I have to go this way?" The young man stopped smiling and his tone became cold.
"You want to die, right? If you dare to come here, I will break your legs!" The man who spoke was particularly arrogant. After all, there was only one person coming, but there were hundreds of accomplices behind him.
The young man laughed again, but this time it was a sarcastic sneer.
He ignored the other party's warning and moved forward.