As soon as Yang Luo left the private room, deafening music came to his face. Just now, the door of a private room next to him was opened. A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing an Armani suit held the door frame and bent down. With a wow, some messy things spewed out of his mouth, and a very unpleasant smell drifted in the air.

Yang Luo stopped, looked down at the vomit splashed on his pants legs, and then looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

The middle-aged man stared at Yang Luo with his eyes. Because the lights in the corridor were a little dim, the middle-aged man saw Yang Luo carrying a man on his shoulder, but he thought he had drunk too much and was carried out, and he didn't care.

After a while, seeing Yang Luo still looking at him, a wave of evil fire rushed to the top of his head, opened his mouth and cursed: "You...what the hell are you looking at?"

At this time, three people ran out of the private room and supported the middle-aged man and asked with concern: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, are you okay?"

Mr. Liu stopped talking at this time, staring at the Blood Angel standing behind Yang Luo, with a lewd look in his eyes: "I didn't expect... I'm so surprised, Boss Fu... There is such a good thing here." As he said that, he reached out to touch the Blood Angel's face.

The Blood Angel had no expression on his face. He grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist and said lightly: "If you drink too much, your mind is not clear, then go back!" After that, he let go.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "This girl has personality, I like it, let's give it a price."

Blood Angel said, "You can't afford the price I offer."

The middle-aged man seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world, and burst into laughter, and the three people behind him also laughed.

A guy who is a little thin, about the same age as a middle-aged man, wearing glasses said: "Beauty, do you know what Mr. Liu does? Tell you, as long as you follow him, you will have whatever you want, a house, a car, a banknote..."

The middle-aged man raised a finger and said, "Ten thousand, 100,000 or 1 million. As long as you offer a price, I will satisfy you. The only thing you have to pay is to take off your clothes and split your thighs."

Yang Luo took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit it, then leaned against the wall and looked lively.

The Blood Angel still had the indifferent expression: "I said, you can't afford the price." After that, he took a step and left.

The middle-aged man grabbed the blood angel's wrist and said angrily: "Aren't you just a bitch? I want to play with you, so I respect you. I'll give you 100,000 yuan, how about I'll accompany me for one night?"

The Blood Angel did not speak, and the middle-aged man once again raised the price, "Twenty-hundred thousand...500,000...1 million." Seeing that the Blood Angel still did not speak, the middle-aged man's face became a little ferocious, "Damn it, I'm shameless." After saying that, he let go of the wrist holding the Blood Angel and raised his hand to twitch the Blood Angel's face.

The blood angel tilted his head and avoided the middle-aged man's slap, "Since you have to ask me to make a price, I'll do it."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but he smiled when he heard the words of the Blood Angel, "That's right, tell me, how much does it cost."

Blood Angel said, "I won't charge money!"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "What do you want?"

The blood angel said, "Your head!" Then he turned his wrist and a cold light quickly passed by the middle-aged man's neck: "I said, you can't afford it, but you have to give it to me, then I'll take it." After that, he took a step and left.

Yang Luo shook his head slightly and sighed, "It's said that alcohol is the root cause of trouble. This sentence is true. It seems that you should drink less in the future, otherwise you won't know how you lose your life."

The Blood Angel killed the middle-aged man, and Yang Luo just smiled. That kind of person is not a good thing at first sight. He relied on his two bad money, and he did many days of angry and resentful things. He died and died, which can be regarded as eliminating harm to the people.

The three people didn't know what was going on, but suddenly saw a terrifying scene that they would never forget in their entire lives. The middle-aged man's head suddenly flew up, and blood was like a water pipe that broke the faucet. How high the blood pressure pushed his head up and shot out.

The three people were stunned for a moment, then hissed and howled at the same time, "I've killed someone, I've killed someone..."

The three Fengchen girls did not dare to come out with Yang Luo and the Blood Angel. After a while, they carefully opened the door. When they saw the middle-aged man's head flying, they screamed in fear and slammed the door. Then they looked at the two corpses at their feet, and their bodies kept trembling.

"What...what to do!" a girl said in a crying voice.

Another girl in a black short skirt took out her phone and cried and said, "Call the police!"

In the end, the girl was quite calm and snatched the phone number of the girl in a black skirt: "Why call the police? Those people are killing people without blinking. If you know we call the police, you must look for us."

"Then what should I do?"

"What should I do? I know there is a door behind, we are leaving there and never come back." After saying that, he took the hands of the two girls, opened the door and ran to the other end of the corridor.

Yang Luo carried Fu Jinzhong's body to the edge of the hall, looked at the drunken men and women, raised Fu Jinzhong's body high and threw his arms towards the center of the dance floor.

A "bang!" hit the crowd, and a burst of curses suddenly sounded, followed by a scream of horror, and even the deafening music could not be concealed.

"Murdered..."

Chaos began to spread around, and people inside wanted to run out, but people outside didn't know what was going on. Hundreds of people were crowded together, crying, screaming, and scolding.

Yang Luo frowned and walked to a stage west. A DJ with yellow hair and shirtless looking at the chaotic scene in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

Yang Luo pinched DJ's neck, threw him aside, and then turned off the music. The deafening music disappeared instantly. He saw a row of switches on a pillar next to him, and pressed them one by one.

All the lights were on, and the entire disco hall was as bright as daylight, and the colorful lights kept flashing. The chaotic crowd also quieted down, and some people who were pushed to the point of injury also got up. They endured the pain all over their bodies and slowly began to retreat around. A few meters of space was left in the center, and Fu Jinzhong's body was trampled to death.

Yang Luo picked up the microphone and said, "My name is Yang Luo." He pointed at Fu Jinzhong's body, "That guy is Fu Jinzhong, that is, the boss of the discotheque, I killed him. If you don't want to die, leave immediately."

With a loud noise, the crowd rushed towards the door of the disco.

There were more than a dozen big men standing at the door of the discotheque. When they saw Yang Luo running to the stage to make trouble, they cursed and pushed away the crowd blocking inwards. Before they could react after hearing Yang Luo's words, they were carried out of the discotheque by the crowded crowd.

A big man took out his phone and dialed the number quickly, "Brother, that Yang Luo is in the New Century Disco, and Brother Zhong was killed by him. Please send someone here quickly."

Wan Shixing's voice came from the receiver: "Put the Yang surname in the disco, don't let them run away."

"Don't worry, brother, he can't run away."

Wan Shixing put down the phone, a grim smile appeared on his face, and the scar at the corner of his eyes looked a little ferocious.

"Bangmao!" Wan Shixing shouted.

A big man pushed the door and walked in, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Wan Shixing said coldly: "Yang Luo is in the new century, you immediately bring someone to kill him, and then bring his body back to me."

"Yes!" Bangmai ran out quickly.

Wanshixing sat on a chair, took out a cigar from the drawer, then roasted the roasted cigar with a lighter, and finally lit it and took a deep sip.

"My surname is Yang, I see if you can fly. If you really can fly, I will recognize you in Wanshixing."

At this time, a young man walked in, "Brother, why do I think something is wrong with this?"

The threat is about to be lifted. Wanshixing is in a good mood now and smiles slightly as he looks at the young man.

"Nothing is wrong?"

The young man said: "Yang Luo ran to the new century and killed Brother Zhong, and blatantly threw the body in the center of the dance floor, telling everyone that he killed it. There must be a conspiracy."

Wan Shixing smiled: "No matter what conspiracy he has, his woman is in my hands. Can he still make a fuss about the sky?"

What else did the young man want to say? Wan Shixing waved his hand: "Don't say it, bring those two women here."

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother, I'm afraid of an accident. I've left dozens of brothers here."

Wan Shixing watched the young man not speak for a long time, and the young man's face gradually became pale, and fine beads of sweat emerged on his forehead. He knew Wan Shixing so well that he made a decision without authorization and was encountering Wan Shixing's taboo.

Wan Shixing said coldly: "No more examples!" Although the young man was considering his safety, he could never allow him to make decisions without his consent.

The young man turned around and walked out. After a short while, he took two people to escort Dong Yueting and Guo Yuzhu over.

Wan Shixing looked at Dong Yueting, whose hair was disheveled and his face was swollen, and suddenly laughed wildly: "I have found Yang Luo's hiding place, and you will soon see him. I will definitely help you and let you be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same life."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses and walked back, put the wine glass on the desk, opened the red wine and poured three glasses of wine, then picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Dong Yueting.

"Come on, let's have a drink and celebrate your reunion with Yang Luo soon."

Dong Yueting closed her mouth tightly and looked at Wanshixing with cold eyes.

For some reason, Wan Shixing felt a little uneasy when he saw Dong Yueting's cold eyes. This feeling made him very angry. He grabbed Dong Yueting's hair and pulled it down violently. Dong Yueting's head tilted up.

Wan Shixing said with a grim smile: "Damn it, stinky bitch, I drink with you to give you face, I have to drink it if I don't drink it." He took the wine glass and poured it into Dong Yueting's mouth.

Dong Yueting gritted her teeth tightly, and with a bang, the wine glass suddenly shattered, and wounds were cut out of Dong Yueting's lips, and blood mixed with light red wine flowed all over her body.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Wanshixing slapped Dong Yueting hard on the face, and Dong Yueting fell to the ground with a plop.

Wan Shixing cursed, "Damn it, if you don't want to toast, you will be punished for wine." Then he picked up another glass of wine, squatted down, grabbed Dong Yueting's hair and poured it into her mouth again.

Guo Yuzhu suddenly shouted: "I'll drink with you!"

Wan Shixing was stunned, then smiled, stood up and said, "Okay!" He picked up the bottle of red wine and held it in front of Guo Yuzhu, "Drink it all for me."

Guo Yuzhu took the wine bottle and said, "If I drink it, can you let her go?"

"Okay! If you drink it, I will let her go." Wan Shixing said jokingly at Guo Yuzhu.

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