Walking into the box were seven or eight young men in suits with strong aura.
Their eyes are sinister, and their whole bodies are filled with cold and vicious aura. At first glance, they look like ruthless people licking blood from their swords.
When Han Shixiao saw this, he pushed away the hot girl who was about to sit on his lap and twist her butt, and stood up with a ferocious expression.
"Where are the people!?" Han Shixiao shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen young men with bruises and swollen faces rushed in tremblingly.
Some people couldn't stand still and came in holding on to the wall.
Zhang Ruoyu turned a deaf ear and danced the national standard with the panicked hot girl to the music.
Because of fear, Brother Zhang was stepped on several times by hot girls with weak legs.
"Don't be nervous." Zhang Ruoyu said seriously. "If you step on me again, I will deduct a tip of 10,000 from you."
On the left side of the box, people from both sides were facing each other.
Han Shixiao took the lead, and his cold-faced Yama temperament was fully exposed.
On the right, Brother Zhang dances passionately under the watchful eyes of a dozen hot girls.
After all, he is the backbone of Beimang's literature and art. His dancing posture is graceful, the wind is blowing under his feet, and he lowers his waist to show off his skills.
The leading young man in a suit glanced coldly at Zhang Ruoyu, who was immersed in dancing, with a look of disdain on his face.
Immediately, his cold eyes fell on Han Shixiao.
"Old Han, are you worthy of being a dog to this kid?"
Judging by their tone, they are quite familiar with each other.
"Shut your stinky mouth." Han Shixiao frowned. "What about me?"
"Do you need me to deal with a retired cook?" A cold look flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. "I'll just break one of his legs and leave. Old Han, don't interfere."
Han Shixiao's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "If you dare to touch him, I will kill you!"
Chen Qing showed displeasure and said in a deep voice: "We have been friends for more than ten years, and you fall out with me because of a son-in-law who comes to visit me?"
"Don't even think about touching him after a hundred years of friendship!" Han Shixiao took a step forward with a cold face. "He is my godfather's son-in-law."
"Bullshit." Chen Qing said with narrowed eyes. "Who in Binhai doesn't know that your godfather still doesn't recognize this son-in-law? Don't be so filial!"
Not to be outdone, Chen Qing approached Han Shixiao and got even closer to the dancing Zhang Ruoyu: "Old Han, I only want one of his legs to give you face. Otherwise, I would have attacked Shen Yunchao, humiliated Young Master Lu, and sent him to his death.
The sea is not unfair either."
Han Shixiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with the master's direct disciple. He simply pulled out a gun from his waist and pressed it against Chen Qing's forehead: "If you dare to touch him, I will kill you with one shot!"
In an instant, those hot girls who just wanted to make some money turned pale and let out shrill screams.
But the door was blocked by Chen Qing's people, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he had to join a group to stay warm.
And because the action was quite intense, I was wearing very little, and those white and tender balls were squeezed together, making me dizzy.
Brother Zhang got confused and stepped on his dance partner.
"I'll give you a tip of 10,000 yuan." Zhang Ruoyu said solemnly.
"Thank you...Thank you boss."
The hot girl was so scared.
Ten thousand yuan cannot offset the fear in my heart.
Unless I give her all the boxes...
"You're welcome." Zhang Ruoyu said seriously. "If there's a gunfight later, just block the gun for me."
"this…"
The hot girl's face was ashen and she wanted to scold her a little bit.
Ten thousand yuan to stop a bullet? Although I clearly marked the price, I didn’t mark it so low.
"It's one million to block a bullet. How much money you can make depends on your ability." Zhang Ruoyu encouraged. "You don't know something. My wife is Han Jiangxue, the boss of Jun Sheng. She has a net worth of tens of billions. You saved her."
My husband who is as precious as jewels, she will definitely burn yellow paper with you and sworn sworn brothers as half-sisters."
The hot girl is a little confused.
The cold-faced Yama and Han Shixiao had their guns drawn, and the two gangs were about to start fighting in minutes.
Does he still have the intention to talk nonsense and encourage himself to take bullets?
Besides, who in Binhai doesn’t know that President Han is as cruel as a snake and has a vicious style?
She wants to know that you come to the nightclub to drink with me, dance with me, and we don’t know whether we are sworn friends or not, but you will definitely burn yellow paper for me.
"Calm down."
After the dance ended, Zhang Ruoyu quietly stood behind the hot girl who was almost 1.8 meters tall and wearing high heels.
When he lowered his waist, he was no taller than the hot girl, and was blocked tightly.
"Do you want to get rich overnight at a young age? Do you want to go back to your hometown and find a strong and honest man to live a happy life? Success or failure depends on tonight. Show some courage, high risk and high reward!"
The hot girl was brainwashed and suddenly became addicted.
Damn it!
When she returns home, she wants a strong and honest man to serve her in every possible way! Just like she serves her boss!
Han Shixiao held the gun and pressed it firmly against Chen Qing's forehead.
But the latter didn't panic at all.
He even raised his head and stared at Han Shixiao expressionlessly.
"You dare to shoot?" Chen Qing's eyes were sinister.
"Try it." Han Shixiao said solemnly.
"Tai Sui made a rule of death thirty years ago." Chen Qing raised his hand and held the gun. "No matter who dares to shoot in the coastal area, they will be hunted all over the world and will not stop until death."
When Han Shixiao heard this, his body trembled suddenly.
He knew that this rule was a sharp sword hanging over the heads of all the people in Binhai.
Just now he suddenly drew his gun out of pure desire to protect Brother Zhang.
He knew how fierce Chen Qing was, and he couldn't stop him unless he drew his gun.
But after just a moment of confusion, Han Shixiao calmed down and said in a low voice: "My life was given by my godfather. I can die, but you can't touch him."
After that, Han Shixiao pulled the safety guard and said in a cold voice: "The bullets in my gun are enough to kill us two three times."
