In the recital hall, Sidor, the young leader of the Shavi Orchestra, was lying on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the graceful and seductive dancers on the stage with great interest.

The beauties laughed at him, threw their eyebrows, and danced sexy and sultry.

Ivan was beside him, and his eyes were straight and his saliva was dripping.

Everything is so beautiful.

Suddenly, a sonorous piano sound sounded, which startled the two masters and servants.

Sidore glared at the corner of the stage, where light and shadow converged, Yegor's arms rose and fell, playing music—

Destiny!

This is a very impactful song, and Sidore, as the young leader of the Shavi Orchestra, naturally knows it.

"Okay, you old thing, I'll let you play it, you play "Destiny" for me, you don't want me to enjoy it, do you?" said Sidor through gritted teeth.

"I'll go and ask him to change it!" said Evan, gesturing.

"No!" Sidore raised his arm to stop him, sneering and looking over there, "Just let him play!"

"He wants to roar, he wants to shout, he wants to fight against fate? I'll show him that in the material world, he can't change anything! Even if he dances, he has to shackle me!" Sidore's eyes were cold, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and in the end, he said to himself, "No matter what you play, you are the soundtrack of striptease!"

"This is his fate, and he still wants to accept his fate!" Ivan also smiled disdainfully, and said in a low voice, "If it were him, this old guy might really be killed, but we tied him to his band, this trick is simply wonderful! A person who values love and righteousness, love is the shackles that he can't escape in his life!"

The two men looked at each other and laughed.

In the midst of the intersection of light and shadow, Yegor looked focused, with a solemn face, not looking at anyone, not looking at anything, nothing and no self, playing.

His mood and the music of "Destiny" have reached the so-called fit at this moment.

That kind of grief and indignation, resistance, and unyielding, make people feel shocked and shocked when they listen to it.

On stage, the dancers also began to be affected by the music, their movements gradually became messy, their attention was attracted by the music, and the people behind them even stopped.

"Why don't you jump?" said Sidor, seeing this, and immediately exclaimed in displeasure.

The order of the young group master made several dancers dance again, but unfortunately it was extremely perfunctory, and there was no charm just now.

"Damn it, what are you doing!" said Sydor, standing up in a rage, to scold the crowd.

He suddenly realized.

From the back of the stage, some people gradually came out, and those people looked at Yegor who was playing the piano, with serious expressions, and listened carefully to the soul shock brought to them by the music.

"These are the people of Yegor's team!" Ivan exclaimed.

"Get back to me, get back from the stage!" shouted Sidore.

The crowd turned a deaf ear.

Others looked at him silently, then turned to Yegor.

"Crazy, all crazy, don't even listen to my orders!"

Sidore went straight to the stage in anger, and Ivan hurriedly followed.

"Didn't you hear that the young master of Sidor's regiment asked you to go back!" Ivan took two steps ahead and shouted angrily at those people.

Many people glanced at him coldly, and the eyes were oppressive and terrifying.

Evan was momentarily stunned.

"Why, are you all going to rebel!" shouted Sidor again.

In his opinion, in front of these people, you must not be cowardly, otherwise they will gain an inch!

The piano stopped abruptly.

Yegor stood up with a serious expression, "Young Leader, I have met all your requirements! Now they want to listen to music, can't you?

"Are you teaching me a lesson?" said Sidor, sneering.

In the face of a rational Yegor, he is not afraid, even if others are irrational, the rational Yegor will stop them!

Without fear, Sidore laughed, "Even in our country E, the only one who can teach me a lesson, my father Victor, and no one else is qualified! But my father, the only son like me, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what I do, let the dancer dance, let the pianist score the striptease." He will never scold me, or even blame me!"

"In this far east, no one can control me!"

Sidore's voice is like that of a lion, and he is full of pride.

"You don't know yet, Mr. Yegor has a local friend who is not ashamed of the young group master! He dares to threaten us, hmph, there is a way to do it! If we can make the young group master suffer, I will gnaw on that chair myself!"

Ivan echoed and laughed, and the chair under the stands was far away, and he pointed to the heavier one beside Yegor, and said proudly.

"God looks at you, don't say anything too absolutely!" someone said angrily.

"This is the East, and there is another group of immortals here, God will not see it, my friend. Evan laughed heartily.

As he spoke, Sidore's cell phone rang suddenly.

He took it out, looked at it, and saw that it was his father, Victor, who had called.

Sidor's name on the phone was immediately shown to everyone, "You were just going to make an opposition, okay! Don't let me know it alone, come, let your regimental commander also listen to your voice of protest!"

As he spoke, Sidore clicked on the answer, tuned to the outside, smiled and held out his mobile phone, showing it to everyone.

"Sidore, you son of a bitch! What the fuck are you doing in the East! Do you want me to shove your head down the toilet and whip your ass with the stove, bastard!"

Victor roared angrily, his voice was like a bell, and the insults were still like a rainbow across thousands of mountains and rivers.

Everyone was stunned.

Sidore's smile froze directly on his face.

Ivan stared dumbfounded, his eyes wide.

Even Yegor was stunned.

Sidore's mouthful, his father, who couldn't even blame, was scolding, and it seemed that he wanted Sidore to be there, so he greeted him with a big mouth.

Sidore reacted, hurriedly turned off the public release, hurriedly walked to the side, and answered the phone.

In full view of everyone, Sidor's screams were repeated.

"What!" "This can't be!" "What!" "How can this be!"

The crowd, led by Yegor and Evan, looked at each other, all of them were shocked and dazed.

What a terrible big thing has happened here!

And it has something to do with the young master of Sidor!

Otherwise, it would never have made Captain Victor so angry.

"God is watching, I warned you. Someone muttered.

"Yes, yes, okay, I see, I—I'll do it right away!"

Sidor hurriedly hung up the phone and trotted to Yegor's side.

On his face, there was a crying smile, and finally turned into a flattering smile.

"Mr. Yegor, your local friend, could you please call him!" Sidore's face was bitter, "just say, I want to apologize and ask for his forgiveness!"