They stood crookedly, laughing, and did not notice that Gao Yang had walked over.
Among the four security guards, there stood an old man with a wretched face, holding a mop in his hand, talking excitedly. In the music, I could hear words such as "Luoyang shovel" and "zongzi".
Gao Yang coughed, and the four security guards stood in a panic, not even daring to take a breath.
The old man standing in the middle also looked panicked. He quickly took the mop and walked out. He lowered his head and didn't even have the courage to look at Gao Yang.
Gao Yang didn't look at him and walked straight to the four security guards. The four security guards' bodies were as straight as flagpoles. As veterans, sweat dripped from their foreheads. [
No one understands the horror of Gao Yang better than them.
Gao Yang looked at them as if he were looking at a dying fish accidentally knocked to the shore by the waves.
How long did they watch? It seemed like only a few minutes, but several security guards deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "every day is like a year."
"There will be no next time." Gao Yang said coldly. Like a seven-step snake gliding among the grass in the dark night, several security guards shuddered and became hairy all over in the warm spring-like room.
Without any expression on his face, Gao Yang opened the door and stepped in.
After the door closed, the four security guards looked at each other, and invariably squeezed out some smiles from the corners of their mouths. Smiles are also contagious, so several security guards gradually turned red and some even started to cover their mouths to prevent them from making any sound.
Obviously, they were still immersed in the story told by the old man holding the mop.
A few days later, Gao Yang came here again. As before, he came here again wearing a bath towel after fighting a mature woman for 300 rounds.
His brows furrowed because he saw that the same situation as last time happened.
The four security guards, who were supposed to be serious and serious-looking, were laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. The old man standing in the middle was holding a broom this time - it seemed that he was just a cleaner - and he was still spitting everywhere.
What are you talking about.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the famous 'King of Duel'. What can that kind of Zongzi that has been dead for hundreds of years do to me? It's so late and so fast, I only saw that Zongzi..." The old man didn't notice.