If I had asked a little bit when I got off the bus, I wouldn't be in this situation now.
but……
"By the way, Mr. Zhang just said that you are the most trusted physiognomist of my immediate boss, but I haven't heard of Mr. Zhang's name yet."
"I'm going to call my boss right now and confirm from him whether this is the case."
After Nightingale said this, she put her hand into her handbag and was about to take out her phone as soon as she saw it.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Jinma was so frightened that he fell to his knees and kowtowed violently at Nightingale's feet.
"Lord Nightingale! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I've never seen Lord Nightingale before, so I offended you!"
"I deserve to die! I'm a fool! I shouldn't offend Lord Nightingale at all! For the sake of us all being colleagues, Lord Nightingale, please spare my life!"
Meng Yan looked at the scene in front of him with boredom, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, using power to suppress others.
What happens next is that either Nightingale raises her noble hand and spares his life, and he kowtows in gratitude and crawls away from the Stone Gambling Shop.
Either Nightingale doesn't have that much compassion and calls his boss so that he can swim in the Yi River tonight.
While he was idle, Meng Yan opened his magic pupil and took another rough stone from Zhou Yaoyao's hand, preparing to take a closer look at the treasure inside this piece of material.
"Well, for the sake of our boss, the ignorant are not guilty, I will forgive you this time, but it won't happen again." Nightingale smiled tenderly and stretched out her hand, petting it like a dog.
Zhang Jinma's head said as he was kneeling on the ground.
She also has her own considerations. If it were before, this guy wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
But now it is a special situation after all. The public sale in northern Myanmar has been postponed. A fortune teller who is favored by the boss must be capable. With one more person, he will have more power and can eat up all the profits in the next ten years through monopoly.
The purpose is to increase the chance of success.
Hearing this, Meng Yan subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Nightingale, curiously wanting to confirm the expression on this woman's face when she said such words.
Of course, when he saw Nightingale, Meng Yan's gaze from the corner of his eyes must have been able to see Zhang Jinma kneeling directly at his feet.
The expression on Meng Yan's face suddenly froze.
"Nightingale! Be careful!"
Meng Yan shouted loudly and pushed Zhou Yaoyao beside him behind a table. Then he suddenly swooped forward and hugged Nightingale, then rolled and dodged behind a table.
However, the distance between Nightingale and Zhang Jinma was too short after all. Just as Meng Yan was rolling over with Nightingale in his arms, Zhang Jinma's hand had already taken out a detonator from his pants in the cabinet...
"Everyone get down!" Meng Yan yelled, kicked over the table in front of him, and used his body to protect Nightingale's head.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and a half-year-old shock wave shattered the glass of the Stone Gambling Store's door, and a huge fireball rushed out of the store door and rushed straight to the road.
"Cough cough cough cough... Miss Nightingale, are you okay?"
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur smoke, mixed with wooden furniture and cement dust.
Meng Yan coughed and turned over the fragments of furniture that fell on him, and asked Nightingale, who was protected by him.
"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm fine. Go and see how Miss Zhou is doing."
Nightingale sat up with her hands on the ground. She was obviously dizzy from the explosion, but the words that came out of her mouth surprised Meng Yan a little.
At this time, why did Nightingale say to go check on Zhou Yaoyao quickly?
But Meng Yan didn't ask anything. Even if Nightingale didn't say anything, he would immediately confirm Zhou Yaoyao's safety.
"Zhou Yaoyao! Miss Zhou, how are you? Are you injured?"
Meng Yan stood up and walked to the other side of the door. At this time, Zhou Yaoyao was lying behind a table, with her back leaning against the corner of the table.
Although her face was dirty, the skin was broken in some places, and blood was flowing down, Zhou Yaoyao seemed to be in clear spirits at this time, and it was obvious that the explosion did not cause any fatal damage to her.
"I'm fine..." Zhou Yaoyao said to Meng Yan who was squatting beside her.
Meng Yan took a long breath after hearing this. If something happened to Zhou Yaoyao, he would have no way to explain to Wu Tianyong.
Immediately, along with a wailing sound that came from unknown sources, screams began to sound one after another in the gambling stone shop.
"Ouch, my leg! My leg is pinched, please help me!"
"Blood! The bleeding on my arm can't stop. I don't want to die!"
"Why can't I touch my arm?! Why is the room so dark? Why can't I see anything?!"
Along with the wailing, Meng Yan raised his head and looked elsewhere. It was a scene of hell on earth.
The detonator that Zhang Jinma detonated just now was obviously specially treated. Meng Yan glanced at it with his magic eyes and found that he didn't see a body.
But instead, the people at the scene suffered very serious injuries, either missing arms or legs. The narrow and special terrain of the Shixing Gate had planned the direction of the explosion for the explosive shock wave detonated by Zhang Jinma just now. Anyone standing at the gate
The person closer to the middle, inside and outside, will be more seriously injured.
Fortunately, Meng Yan had just opened his magic pupil and saw the detonator inserted into Zhang Jinma's waist, so he had some reaction time and pushed Zhou Yaoyao and Nightingale to the opposite sides of the door.
But other people watching the excitement were obviously not so lucky. There were many people who had their arms and legs blown off at the scene. Their wounds were bloody and bloody. Most of them would probably spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.
Why on earth would this madman do this?!
Meng Yan looked angrily at Zhang Jinma's position. Since he held the detonator and committed suicide, he was the only person who died in the explosion, and his body could not be found.
If Meng Yan hadn't been idle and bored just now and suddenly thought of opening the magic pupil and looking at the original stone, Nightingale's body might not be found now.
And the place where I stood happened to be not far from Zhang Jinma, so I might have to lie in bed for the rest of my life.
"What's going on? What's going on here? Brother Meng, are you okay? I heard an explosion upstairs and came down in a hurry. Why did you end up like this?"
At this time, Fatty Qian also rushed to the scene. Looking at the messy scene on the ground, he couldn't help but asked Meng Yan anxiously.
Meng Yan shook his head: "I don't know the specific situation, but it should be related to Miss Nightingale's identity. This should be a terrorist attack against her."