Nowadays, only those who are arrogant and innocent are guilty.
Look, before Yan Murong said anything, the guy who acted as a dog-legged threw it over in a bottle. Then, when he was angry and called someone to throw them out, Yan Murong moved and rushed towards the two. Everyone who came here gave him a kick, and they all lay obediently on the ground-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Go up, go up together," Zhang Guangyuan gritted his teeth and waved to the men behind him.
Although these security guards at West Lake Club are quite strong, most of them used to be stubborn on the streets. Fighting can be done, but they can’t fight in wars.
The three people surrounded Yan Murong in a semicircular formation, and they happened to surround him with the semicircular sofa behind him. There was a window behind the sofa. Unless this guy jumped out of the window and ran away, he could only face to face.
Of course, Yan Murong had no idea of running away. Seeing the three of them attacking him, the expression on his face was still calm.
"Swoosh swish swish-----"
"Bang bang bang-----"
Yan Murong didn't even move, but sat there with a smile on her face looking at the wine bottle blooming on the heads of the three of them.
"Oh, Ten Rings," Xiaobei screamed strangely, looking at Yan Murong asking for credit and smiled, "Young Master Yan, how about it, I'm playing with this hidden weapon, hehe, when I was a child, I used a slingshot, I just use stones. Trains are not pushed, and our skills are not blown away,"
"It's pretty good, but there's a little bit of a beauty," Yan Murong said with a smile.
"Please give me some advice," Xiaobei said with his fist and bowed his waist, and said in a gesture of asking for advice.
"The hidden weapon is too big," Yan Murong looked at Xiaobei with his head covered, and pointed at him, "This is to deal with these guys, if he was rolling on the ground with his head, he would be a master, Your wine bottle has a big goal. Although it has good lethality, it is easy to be avoided if it has a big goal. Remember, it’s good to change it to a small stone next time,"
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your advice," Xiaobei said with a smile.
If a tiger doesn’t have cats, you really think I’m critically ill.
Zhang Guangyuan was born in the seven orifices of Yan Murong and Xiaobei's singing together.
Look here, look here, I'm still standing here, now I'm fighting, okay, be more attentive.
Are you frustrated? Very frustrated.
These subordinates are all brothers who have been with him for more than ten years. They have rich experience in fighting. I didn't expect that they were trapped here today----the problem is, it's okay if you can't beat him, but they are still being beaten by others He slapped down with one move and didn't even have a chance to fight back. What made people even more angry was the guy who threw the wine bottle.
At this time, Zhang Guangyuan just wanted to question Xiaobei loudly---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you know or not? Do you know or not?
"Damn it, come here, come here, come here," Zhang Guangyuan grabbed the intercom and shouted loudly. At the same time, his hand also reached into the suit, and suddenly took out a pistol, aiming the black muzzle at Yan Murong.
Suddenly, everyone was shocked.
"Don't move, I'll move again -----"
Before Zhang Guangyuan could finish his words, his eyes suddenly opened, because he suddenly realized that Yan Murong, who was still under the gun, was missing.
Damn, is that a hell?
Before he could figure out this question, he felt his wrist suddenly numb, and then, this feeling of paralysis spread throughout his arm. His fingers were out of control and the gun could not hold it. As soon as he looked, he found a bright silver needle stuck on his wrist.
The moment the gun landed, Yan Murong raised his toes, and the pistol turned around in the air for a few times before landing beside Ning Kun. Ning Kun did not dare to neglect it, so he grabbed the gun and pointed the gun at Zhang Guangyuan.
"Don't move, you're so funny," Yan Murong said with an idiot-looking smile on the corner of her mouth, "If you say don't move, don't move, please, point the gun at me. If I don't move, would you stand there? There you are a target,"
Feeling the numbness of his arms and looking at his brothers lying all over the floor, Zhang Guangyuan wanted to cry.
You are not as bullying as you do. There are more people and fewer people. What is the ability to bully them? There is a kind of single-handed challenge.
Zhang Guangyuan thought aggrievedly, but he completely forgot, who bullyed more people, they were the one with more people. From beginning to end, they all picked them one by one----oh no, if that one throws it away The wine bottle attack was also included, there were only two people.
Looking at Ning Kun pointing at him, Zhang Guangyuan did not dare to do anything. In addition to the dry wine and blood, sweat also oozed out of his forehead.
So what can you do if you can fight? As long as you move your fingers, you can get you up with just one shot. Moreover, all the guns they use are imitations of May 4 bought from the black market, which is not only powerful, And it's fucking easy to get out of fire.
Zhang Guangyuan was even depressed, and Ren Yafang didn't dare to move. His pretty face was scared to death without any blood. His body couldn't help but tremble. He hid behind Zhang Guangyuan and didn't dare to move.
What to do, what to do now.
Zhang Guangyuan's eyes rolled several times, but he didn't think of it, but the reinforcements arrived.
A burst of rapid footsteps came, and seven or eight men in black suits rushed into the box. This time, they were holding not rubber batons, but guns like Ning Kun.
"Fight, no matter how big you are, haha," Zhang Guangyuan suddenly became bold and laughed at Yan Murong, "You can beat so many of us with a gun."
"Put down the gun," Yan Murong smiled bitterly and pressed Ning Kun's gun down.
Indeed, he couldn't beat it.
If he was the only one now, he would have many ways. However, there were too many people in the room, so he would have no problem protecting himself. The problem is that others do not have the skills of him.
"No more fighting, it's not awesome," Zhang Guangyuan took a gun from his subordinates, pointed at Yan Murongxu and pointed at him a few times, "Tell you, no one dared to make trouble in the West Lake Club, you are the first one. ,”
"So should I open a bottle of champagne to celebrate my first time I took yours," Yan Murong said with a smile.
"Oh, I'm still so tough," Zhang Guangyuan sneered indifferently. Now the situation has fallen on their side, so when it's time to show off, you have to pretend to be enough.
"Give you a chance," said Zhang Guangyuan, "pay compensation for my brother's losses, and then kowtow three times to the bastard who sneaked into my wine bottle, and I'll surround you,"
"No," Yan Murong refused without thinking.
"Well, you are not afraid of death," Zhang Guangyuan was a little surprised. This was the first time he could still be so calm when he saw seven or eight guns pointing at him.
"I'm afraid," Yan Murong said seriously, "so, I'm going to call for help,"
After saying that, Yan Murong stretched out his neck and shouted for help, which made the people in the room stunned, because his name was not like calling for help, but more like threatening.
"Whoever stands outside quickly gets in and hurts us, don't even think about living,"
PS: It's past twelve o'clock, but this chapter is still yesterday.