Victor is very upset now, not only because his guard work has been out of control, but also because Chief Joshia seems to be a little unbelievable. Of course, the latter cannot blame the leader. If you want to blame, blame the guy who came out of nowhere, it must be his instigation.

Nilao Boom...what is the name broken!

The name is strange and people don’t know what they say. Judging from the words and deeds of communicating with the leader, this person should have a close relationship with the leader, and may be a relative like an uncle... Well, for such a relationship, Victor originally planned to respect him. But everything is always prioritized. When is it now? Can you take the leader out for shopping and play like this? How to ensure safety and defense? What to do if there is an accident...

Can't he be really an undercover agent?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy he became. After taking a breath, Victor decisively made a warning gesture to his subordinates scattered around him, then frowned and walked towards the strange guy, deciding to offend the leader and also to go forward to check for peace of mind.

"Huh?" Before we could get close, Victor looked at Nilao Bo in shock and waved his hand to send the waiter away, walked to the door of other compartments, slightly approaching, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his nose twitched, as if he was extremely enjoying...

I'm fucking!

Outside the door of the female dressing room, a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples was posing as if he was almost stuck to the door... Anyone who saw this scene would decisively think of it.

After a pause, Victor looked at the scene in a daze, his face suddenly turned dark. He felt that he had underestimated this guy's bottom line before. It was hard to say whether he was an undercover agent, but the vulgar uncle didn't run away!

Compared to Victor's shock and reluctance, the men who had retreated to the side were suddenly furious. After all, it was their female companion who changed clothes in the compartment. The impulsive ones came over with their fists. But at this moment.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, three polite knocks on the door without any urgency. With a hand pressed, a wooden door in the compartment opened in response to the sound.

You really pushed... As a man, Victor and the men's eyes subconsciously crossed Nilao's bang, and saw a tall woman with blond hair in the compartment half-covered her chest and raised her chest, covering her mouth and exclaiming, "Ah--"

Bang. I flashed in and the wooden door closed. The sound insulation effect of the changing clothes was good, and the tone of the exclamation immediately decreased.

Silently, the people present looked at each other in a daze, and then they found that the other party had not taken any further action, so they knew that the woman in the compartment did not seem to be the female companion of the person in the field.

Love, person, love, wife, third party? I just saw the few people who came with Tang En and Joshia. Seeing this, I couldn't help but show a few strange looks, and there was a hint of envy and admiration. It's amazing. I took advantage of the time to change my clothes and seize the time to date the love. People secretly. It's really a two-pronged approach. It's not a delay at all. It's really a role model for us...

Damn it, what a bastard! Victor didn't think so wrongly. He just thought it was a bit out of the way. He thought Nilao was so arrogant that he wanted to do something ugly on the spot. He was very anxious and rushed over quickly.

...

In the compartment, "Who are you! Get out! Get out..." A slightly sharp voice was shining because of fear, the tall blonde woman with a red skirt covering her chest was tightly pressed against the wooden wall on the left side of the compartment. She looked at the strange middle-aged man who suddenly broke in. She was shocked and angry on her face with heavy makeup, and shouted in shame, "If you don't go out, I'll call someone..."

"Tsk, very familiar dialogue and scenes. At this time, should I say, "You scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream, but you scream? Oh, sorry, the taste seems to have become a little heavier recently, haha..." Tang En chuckled, and said, "Okay, stop pretending, I believe no one will come to save a shemale. Well, it's still a shemale who can't cover up the body odor with strong perfume!"

As he finished speaking, the narrow compartment suddenly became quiet. The next moment, murderous intent suddenly appeared, his face with heavy makeup suddenly became ferocious and cruel. His palm, which covered his chest and long skirt, swung out quickly. With a hissing, he roared through the air, instantly crossing the narrow distance between the two and penetrated directly into Tang En's heart!

In a flash, the red skirt fell, revealing half of the dough chest tied with a strip of cloth, which seemed really funny. But now it is not the time to pay attention to this. The front end of the palm of the finger-pinning knife is five cold blades embedded in the nails. If you grab it this way, you may not have to dig out Tang En's heart directly.

But of course this is an impossible fantasy. In fact, after Tang En entered the store, the ending was already destined!

He stepped sideways, raised his right hand as if it was slow and fast, but he just drew a half arc, and accurately held the attacking wrist. He folded the reverse, and clicked, and the crisp sound of bone fractures made people scream.

Cold sweat instantly oozed out of the assassin's temples, not only because of pain, but also because of omnipresent oppression. You should know that because of the same habits, the same style, etc., there will always be some slight sensation between colleagues. Just as Tang En could still feel the existence of the assassin through a wooden door. But now even though he had already taken action, the assassin found that he could still not feel the familiar breath from Tang En, and he did not even have murderous intentions...

What does this mean?

Either it’s an illusion, or the gap between the two sides is too big!

Even though his heart sank, the assassin was a ruthless character. He seemed to have no feeling of his broken wrist at all. He didn't say a word, and he also took half a step forward, lifted his knee and hit him. At the same time, he turned his left hand and a short blade penetrated Tang En's eyebrows!

Tang En did not mean to let go of his wrist. First, he raised his legs and pressed the other person's knee in advance, then pulled his wrist, five blades swept the side of the medium and short blades, and the ding sound was light, and the faint spark flashed and swung the short blade. Then he took the front half step again, swung his elbow to the bridge of the assassin's nose, and a muffled groan, and the blood blossomed...

The compartment is already narrow, and now there are two people standing there, and there is no other extra room for refuge. It is no exaggeration to say that any move of either side can directly hurt the other party in an instant, which can be described as a dance on the blade, which is extremely thrilling.

But the actual situation is not that exciting. It is just a fight in just a few breaths, and it is completely overwhelming and strongly crushed. Until the tall assassin was forced to sit back on the seat of the compartment, there was no big noise.

Perhaps, even if there is some movement, it is covered by the sudden change of dingdong tune in the store.

"Huhhh...Huhh..." Holding his head, the assassin's nose kept churning with blood flowing along the way, gasping in a panting. Tang En leaned over and stood behind the seat, turning his head to look at the wooden wall on the left where the assassin was standing when he came in. There was a neat hole on it, and it was no problem to drill a person through it. And next door to this, Joshia's dressing room...

Shaking his head, Tang En looked indifferent, and steadily clamped the assassin's violent struggle like a fish on the shore. He grabbed the trembling wrist with five blades with the other hand, stabbed into the assassin's left chest of the dough, and said lightly, "My man, not all tasks can be taken... Listen, this is the Sonata of Death, rest in peace..."

As the words came to an end, the blade pierced and rotated... Ah, the wooden seat made several violent friction sounds that made people sour and sharply scrunched until it slowly calmed down.

The silence in the compartment was restored. At some point, the soothing tunes that were flowing quietly in the store had turned into heavy sorrow, like crying and complaining.

This is the Sonata of Death, which is generally used in funerals in another world. I believe that if I hadn't dared to offend the gray-clothed army, this shop would never have been able to play this song in a bad way.

He picked up a piece of broken red skirt strips and wiped the blood on his hands. Tang En hummed slowly along with the tune. It was familiar. Tang En's first time listening to this song was in Laiyan City, where the same piano played, but the piano player was ghostly...

Wipe off the blood splashed on his face and tidied it up against the miraculously intact Fang Jing on one side. Tang En threw away the blood cloth and opened the wooden door.

"kindness?"

"Uh, so fast..." Victor, who reached out to push the door, happened to meet Tang En, and said subconsciously.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, hehe... By the way, you were inside just now...uh?" He took the opportunity to cross Tang En's shoulder and glanced into the compartment. Victor's burly body suddenly tensed.

"I met an old friend and came over to say hello." Qingpiao led it over, covered the wooden door behind her, and avoided the strange sights of the waiting men not far away.

Tang En turned his head and looked at Joshia's dressing room. The door had not been opened. He looked away and saw that the waitress was leading a curly-haired man in a robe and walked from a distance. Her long narrow eyes couldn't help but squint and patted Victor on the shoulder, "Let's go, another old friend is here. Well, remember to bring these old friends back later and let me do my best to be a landlord."

"Well……"

Before Victor could come back to his senses, Tang En greeted the waiter who was walking towards him.

"Sorry, you can't go there." After approaching the area of ​​the dressing room, the soldiers scattered around immediately stopped the curly-haired man following the waitress.

"This is what our resident designer told your superiors just now..."

"Let them come here." Tang En waved his hand, but the soldiers naturally would not obey his command. Hearing this, he looked at Victor behind him. The latter seemed to have just come back to his senses, took a breath, waved his hand to signal, and walked towards him expressionlessly.

The waitress approached and lowered her head and said, "Your Excellency, this is our resident designer..."

"Is this top?" The curly-haired man took the black top that Joshia had just chosen, took the conversation, raised the gray trousers he held in his left hand, and smiled calmly, "Try matching this style of trousers, simple and generous, and the effect should be good."

Tang En shook his head: "I don't know how to match clothes. Since you are professional, then listen to yours... Well, do Mr. Designer understand music?"
Chapter completed!