Chen Yang shot the conductor directly between the eyebrows.
When blood bloomed between the conductor's brows, the smile on his face had not faded.
The gunshot rang out, but before the smoke cleared, Chen Yang had already thrown the palm thunder back to Chen Fang, turned around and walked away, waving back at the same time:
"You handle it, you don't have to follow me."
Chen Fang, Wu Chi, was happy, and the mercenaries all came to see him off respectfully.
When the Porsche Panamera started and left, Chen Fang gave an order, and the messy battlefield and corpses were quickly cleaned up.
Ten minutes later, the roadblock caused by the car accident in the distance was removed. A passing car passed by the previous battlefield without noticing anything strange.
By that time, Chen Yang had already driven to his destination.
"Tang Jiao is pretty good at it. The more she plays, the more advanced she becomes.
It should be... considered high-end."
Chen Yang opened the car door and got out, looking at the situation in front of him, thinking uncertainly.
The last time I picked someone up, it was at a nightclub in the city center. Although the cost was high, the style was only average.
This time, I went directly to an underground music bar near the village in the city to pick up people. The people who came and went were all people who played underground music.
If underground music represents style, then Tang Jiao's style has improved this time.
Underground music is still music. In the beginning, it was indeed considered high-end. It was a kind of rebellion and a pursuit of freedom. It created and sang music that could not be disseminated publicly.
But just like banned books are not necessarily good books.
Slowly as time goes by, after dragons and snakes are mixed, underground music becomes even more chaotic.
This is what Chen Yang sees in front of him.
It was a converted large air-raid shelter outside the village in the city. To go down, you had to go down the stairs to get to the door.
In the distance, hoarse singing could be heard intermittently, as well as cheers, screams, the sound of smashing wine bottles, and the sound of guitars hitting the ground.
Before Chen Yang could reach the door, he saw some naked flesh writhing in the corner. He saw someone with his upper body fully clothed and his lower body clean and lying on the vomit...
"The demons are dancing wildly!"
Chen Yang frowned, covered his nose, and was about to push the door open and enter.
"Um?"
One hand was pushed on the door, and the other hand he used to cover his nose touched not his nose, but the cold golden face of King Chen.
Only then did Chen Yang realize that with one shot, he bid farewell to the tranquility of more than ten years, and readjusted his mentality to face the storm. However, in his excitement, he forgot to throw King Chen's golden noodles back to Chen Fang.
"Forget it, just wear it. There's nothing evil or spooky in it anyway. I'm the only one left behind."
Chen Yang stopped thinking about taking off his mask and pushed the door open with his hands.
Explosive music, crowded crowds, mixed with the smell of sweat, perfume, alcohol, vomit, some narcotics, and some body odor of in-depth communication poured out and fell on Chen Yang's body.
Chen Yang was extremely glad that he didn't take off his mask, otherwise he doubted that he would be vomited directly by the smell.
After squeezing through the crowd, Chen Yang listened to the bombardment, some were singing, some were roaring, and famous underground rock bands were singing on the hanging screens: