When the man walked towards Mo Shangjun, a figure also walked out from the other direction, which was also the direction of Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangyun glanced that way inadvertently, but curled his lips, pretending not to notice, and calmly looked at the young man walking in front of him holding a skewer.
The young man held a skewer in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket, staring at Mo Shangyun with a serious look.
At the same time, Mo Shangjun also received Ding Jing's warning gaze, signaling her to stay vigilant.
Then the smile on Mo Shangjun's lips deepened, and he felt an indescribable calmness in the face of the approaching crisis.
Her calm demeanor, no matter how many times she meets her teammates who are lined up together during combat training, she displays her brows with ease and an air of confidence and indifference that is difficult to conceal.
Ding Jing felt ashamed that he had worried about Mo Shangjun for two seconds.
Well, she is her boss after all... Even if she lacks actual combat experience, her rich theoretical and drill experience is enough for her to defend herself in this environment.
With Mo Shangjun's abnormal force level, she doesn't need to worry about such boring things.
Ding Jingsui picked up another skewer and continued eating without even raising his eyelids.
Needless to say, it was better than many kebabs she had eaten...
Ding Jing suddenly asked Jing Jiu: "Is there a secret recipe?"
"ah?"
Jing Jiu's attention shifted, and he was stunned by Ding Jing's sudden inquiry.
Ding Jing shook the skewers in his hand and said, "Is there a secret recipe for skewers?"
Jing Jiu: "...No." It depends purely on craftsmanship.
"oh."
That's really polite.
Otherwise, if you learn it, you can show off your skills to Mo Shangjun, make Mo Shangjun worship her for her cooking skills, and call her "boss" under the temptation of delicious food.
Jing Jiu was a little confused. After all, he couldn't keep up with Ding Jing's brain circuit. At this time, was he relaxed enough to ask for advice on how to create a kebab atmosphere?
So, Jing Jiu glanced secretly at Jian Shaoning next to him, and after feeling the murderous aura lingering in his sneer, he couldn't help but shudder, and felt that - this atmosphere was only possible at this time.
"You still look like this, you look fierce...oh no, you look fierce." Ding Jing looked at Jian Shaoning for a long time, "It's not interesting at all."
Jing Jiu looked at Ding Jing weakly: "..." That's not called a fierce spirit, that's called aura.
But Ding Jing probably didn't care which way he described it, so Jing Jiu held back and didn't speak.
Jian Shaoning said: "I'm not as interesting as you anyway."
Ding Jing clicked his tongue, pointed at Jian Shaoning, and then nodded, "That's the truth."
She is quite interesting.
Seeing the look of approval on her face, Jian Shaoning smiled without meaning.
at the same time--
The tense situation not far away finally turned into actual action.
When the young man handed Mo Shangyun the skewers, he took out his dagger and moved his hand towards Mo Shangyun.
However, before he could really hurt Mo Shangyun, he first felt pain in his wrist, and then he was kicked hard in the knee socket of his left leg. After that, he was hit several times in succession. He had no room to resist.
.
When he came to his senses, he was already pressed against the front of the car, and he felt some threads coming loose on his wrists, but the pain did not disappear. Instead, it was the touch of blood flowing that made his scalp numb.
He snorted and raised his head to glare at Mo Shangjun, but before he could clear out Mo Shangjun's figure, he felt a cold silk thread wrapped around his neck. It was not a sharp weapon such as a dagger, but the touch of his wrist.
Remind him that his life is at risk at this moment.
I don’t know what kind of weapon the opponent is using, but if used properly, it will be very lethal...
What he doesn't know is that he is just a guinea pig being used to test new weapons.
"Sorry, buddy, it's rare to use it once, so I'm a little unsure about how to start."
Mo Shangjun's careless voice came from behind.
The young man who was easily subdued: "..." Oh.
Suddenly I felt very unconvinced.
However, as the silk thread around his neck became tighter, he stopped uttering any words of complaint.
He was lying on the front of the car and couldn't see Mo Shangyun.
But in the eyes of others, the scene between him and Mo Shangyun was an unbearable sight.
The young man was stepped on by Mo Shangjun, causing him to crawl on the front of the car. The posture was too miserable to look at, but Mo Shangjun was surprisingly cool, with one foot on the ground and showing off her long, slender legs.
Wearing two rings on his right hand, a vague silk thread is not very obvious under the light, but everyone can see that there is such a silk thread wrapped around the young man's neck, and the sharpness can be seen at any time
Killed him.
——The head cannot be removed, but once the artery or trachea is damaged by the arm, vital signs will be lost in a short period of time, and there will be no chance of rescue.
In addition, Mo Shangjun also held a handful of barbecue skewers in her left hand. She held most of them in her palm, working with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and took out two skewers separately. Surprisingly, in the sight of many murderous eyes, like this
Eat the kebabs leisurely and contentedly.
"The taste is okay."
After tasting it twice, Mo Shangyun gave a very serious evaluation.
"..."
Jing Jiu didn't know how to react to her compliments.
Should have thought of it earlier.
Anyone who can be with Ding Jing shouldn't be that easy...
After finishing a bunch in three mouthfuls, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at Jian Shaoning and said in a lazy voice: "Okay, now we also have a hostage here."
Speaking of this, she thought of the person who had just been preparing to attack from the rear, but had not appeared, and planned to take a few glances at the rear.
But at this moment, she heard Su Heng's easily identifiable voice coming from behind -
"No." Su Heng said, "Now there are two."
The next moment, Mo Shangyun heard footsteps.
She looked back and saw that Comrade Su Heng, who was working opposite before, had taken off his apron at some point and was walking towards her. The young man he was holding in his hand had no trace of his previous appearance at this moment.
With a ferocious expression, it was like he was carrying a chicken in his hands, and his hands were tied behind his back using something he didn't know. The person he was carrying looked like a piece of fish ready to be slaughtered.
Mo Shangjun whistled at Su Heng.
Su Heng approached with a smile and threw the man in his hand towards the front of the car. The man stumbled and hit the front of the car directly.
"Sister, you are living a happy life. Do you want to give me a few strings?" Su Heng asked Mo Shangyun.
"Look what you said, brother has already spoken, take it as you like."
Mo Shangjun happily handed the kebab in his hand to Su Heng.
Su Heng, the bandit, took away two-thirds of it.
Just when the two of them were enjoying themselves, the people in other positions could no longer hold back and left their positions in unison. Then they drew out their knives and approached them directly, forming a half-circle around the car.
Circle, they were surrounded in an instant.
However, Mo Shangjun and Su Heng seemed to be blind, as if they did not see the menacing surrounding them at all, but slowly ate the kebabs in their hands.
Talk and discuss at the same time.
Mo Shangjun: "Brother, it's not as delicious as yours."
Su Heng: "Next time I go to my brother's place, I can make it for you anytime."
Mo Shangjun: "Okay. Can I bring Si Sheng with me?"
Su Heng: "She's tired of eating."
Mo Shangyun: "Then let's drink together."
Su Heng: "Okay. The taste of this bunch is a bit bland. It would be better if I could have some wine."
"Yeah," Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I think so too."
So as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun tilted his head, looked through the circle at the focus of the dining table, raised his voice and asked: "Would you like to serve a few bottles of wine, let's sit down and have a good chat?" (To be continued)