Chapter 33: A night suitable for doing bad things (4)
What on earth does that kid Ling Kong want to do? Doesn’t he have an agent? Since he is attending a banquet, he should go with his agent. He actually invites her to be his female companion. What does this little brat who doesn’t even have full hair want?
This is not how female companions act cool.
"Hmph, no matter how weird the guest's request is, it's not our place to ask about it, not to mention the generous reward. Are you sure you don't want to go?"
Mu Baoer's eyes lit up when she heard about the generous remuneration, okay, I'll just be a mom.
"By the way, dress better. You look like a tomboy all day long. How can any man fall in love with you? There should be many young talents at such a banquet. After completing the task, you should also get to know each other well.
Man." Manager Li is still very concerned about her.
Mu Baoer smiled nonchalantly: "What age is it now? Manager, do you still believe in the idea of a sparrow turning into a phoenix? It has long been outdated. It is impossible for a rich and handsome man to fall in love with a loser. I don't even have such a dream anymore."
." In the end, his voice was full of self-deprecation.
I drove home in the company car, dug out a wrinkled skirt from the bottom of my suitcase, and then went straight to the villa in Lingkong.
When I went in, I found that the kid was dressed very handsome and cool today. He wore a tight-fitting suit with a delicate bow tie on the collar of his shirt. He looked like a young gangster and wore a strange light brown mirror.
Glasses, and a simple and fashionable earring on the ear.
But Mu Baoer felt something was wrong, at least the atmosphere was not quite right, and Ling Kong didn't look like he was simply attending a banquet.
"Hey, why is this pen bigger than usual?" Mu Baoer saw a pen on the table and was about to take it.
He snatched it up in the air, put it in his trouser pocket, and warned: "Don't move it."
"It's just a pen, do you need to be so nervous? Or is there something wrong with this pen?" Mu Baoer suddenly thought of something he had seen in spy movies before, and couldn't help but trembled, and asked tentatively, "I heard that some foreign countries
Agents, in order to avoid security, will change their pens into pen guns."
Ling Kong looked away at her coldly: "You do have some knowledge. But that's just one of the simple functions of this pen."
Mu Baoer was shocked. Didn't he say he was going to the banquet?
What does this little devil want to do with such a dangerous thing?
"Hey, hey, don't think too hard. Do you want to go on a killing spree at a banquet? No matter how awesome you are in a place like that, you will be beaten into holes by the bodyguards." Thinking of his ruthless killing methods last time, she felt numb.
.
But for such a large group banquet, security is very tight, and this is no joke.
"Am I that stupid? Don't worry, I have no interest in killing people tonight. I just need to do something very important."
The little devil was too lazy to pay attention to her imaginative ideas. He opened the back cover of the phone and found a square space. Then he saw that he was putting a handful of five or six centimeter long cross knives that were shining like thin ice into it.
Seeing his professional technique, Mu Baoer suddenly felt like crying. Even if she beat him to death, she wouldn't believe what good things this little devil would do tonight.
"Since you want to do bad things, why do you want to drag me along? I'm useless and I can't do anything."
These terrible things are too scary for a good law-abiding citizen. Her little heart can't stand it!
Ling Kong didn't even raise his head: "You know my details, so I don't have to use other people to kill people to silence you. Besides, I still have things that require your cooperation, so you are still smarter."