Under the brilliant lights, countless young gods (qíng) swayed their bodies (shēn) on the dance floor in a drunken manner, venting the bitterness and stress accumulated for the day.

Jinmeng Nightclub is the largest entertainment venue in the area of Dongchuan Road, and almost every night, the nightclub is full of guests.

However, where there are many people, there will always be some incidents.

This night, a few drinkers used the strength of the wine to make trouble near the bar, and the manager of the nightclub came forward to persuade him, but not only did it have no effect, but he also received a punch in the eye, which became panda eyes.

"Manager, these guys are making such a fuss, do you want to call the police!" A waiter saw that several drinkers were getting more and more arguing, and the wine bottles were smashed, and the other guests nearby were frightened and panicked, so the waiter approached the manager (shēn) and asked.

"Call the police, call the police!" the manager glanced back at the waiter with a strange look.

"Manager, they are suspected of disturbing order in a public place, we call the police and the police can arrest them. "The waiter watched a video uploaded by the UP master who specializes in teaching legal knowledge on station b two days ago, and I just used it at this time.

"You're new here, aren't you?" the manager asked, listening to the waiter's words, and looking at the waiter like a fool.

"Yes manager, I just came to work yesterday. The waiter didn't understand why the manager suddenly asked him if he was new here, but he answered honestly.

"No wonder!" the manager rolled his eyes at the waiter.

Then the manager slapped the waiter on the head and said viciously: "Since it's new, remember it for me, if this kind of thing happens in the future, unless there is a fatality, don't call the police if you can, understand!"

"Why, manager!" the waiter covered his head, looking aggrieved.

"You don't care why, just do it. The manager said and slapped the other half of the waiter's head again.

Although the Golden Dream Nightclub is a regular nightclub, it is a nightclub!

Therefore, as long as something big doesn't happen, most nightclubs don't want to alarm the police, because if it's just a small thing, but after the police are called, it becomes a big thing, then it won't be shooting yourself in the foot.

However, this kind of thing (qíng) is not something that the manager will tell the newcomers who have just arrived.

"Manager, what are we going to do now, we can't just just watch it, right?" the waiter asked the manager.

"You're here watching. The manager didn't answer, and after admonishing the waiter, he walked straight to the back of the field.

After a lot of twisting and turning, the manager came to the door of an employee break room, but instead of pushing the door in, he knocked on the door.

"Come in!" a grim voice soon sounded in the lounge.

The manager walked into the lounge and saw a very strong man doing push-ups on the ground, and immediately shouted to the man very respectfully: "Brother Yang!"

In fact, the man who was doing push-ups was obviously much younger than the manager, but the manager called him "Brother Yang", which shows that the young man's (shēn) is not ordinary.

In fact, this young man surnamed Yang is none other than Yang Xiuping, an undercover agent sent by the Special Administration to Lianjin Society, and the reason why Yang Xiuping is in the staff lounge of Jinmeng Nightclub at this time is because Jinmeng Nightclub is a field covered by Lianjin Society.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it!" Yang Xiuping did not stop moving, and still continued to do his push-ups.

"Brother Yang, there is someone making trouble outside, can you help deal with it. The manager spoke very cautiously.

Because he heard that Yang Xiuping had recently been promoted to the position of the sixth leader of the Lianjin Society, he naturally did not dare to offend such a role.

"Got it!" Yang Xiuping was still doing push-ups, and he didn't need to look at the manager squarely.

"Brother Yang, they are making trouble, I'm afraid something will happen!" The manager saw that Yang Xiuping didn't mean to get up (shēn), so he added another sentence.

"I said I know, don't you understand!" Yang Xiuping finally stopped with one arm (tǐng), but there was a sense of evil in his words.

"Yes, Brother Yang!" The manager heard the unkindness in Yang Xiuping's tone, and hurried to be.

"Let's get out, I'll be here in a moment!" Yang Xiuping said coldly.

The manager didn't dare to say anything more at this point, and immediately turned (shēn) and pushed the door to leave the lounge.

Getting up from the ground, Yang Xiuping casually picked up a towel on the bench, wiped the body that was completely soaked with sweat after the exercise, and when it was completely dry, Yang Xiuping picked up the shirt hanging on the hook on the side without hurry, and put it on the (shēn).

Twisting the buttons of his shirt, Yang Xiuping's face was extremely heavy (yīn), showing that Yang Xiuping's heart (qíng) was very bad at the moment.

Of course, the reason why Yang Xiuping is not good (qíng) will definitely not be because someone is making trouble in a nightclub, after all, this kind of trivial matter can be solved by Yang Xiuping in minutes.

What really annoyed Yang Xiuping was that he hadn't been in touch with Li Ye for a long time recently, which made him think that something had happened to Li Ye for a while.

But this morning, he saw on the news that Li was also wanted for murder.

Although Yang Xiuping may not usually meet Li Ye for a month, Li Ye, as Yang Xiuping's liaison, has saved Yang Xiuping's (xìng) life on several undercover missions in the past, so the two can be said to be life-threatening friends.

Therefore, after seeing the news, Yang Xiuping first felt unbelievable, and then began to feel extremely worried about Li Ye's situation.

Twisted the buttons of his shirt, Yang Xiuping pushed the door and left the lounge, and as soon as Yang Xiuping walked into the night club, he saw at a glance the troublemakers who were wantonly spilling around the bar.

Yang Xiuping walked over briskly, and when he came to a troublemaker (shēn), Yang Xiuping didn't say a word, but flew up and kicked the troublemaker away.

Following Yang Xiuping, without waiting for the other troublemakers to react, he threw another punch and knocked the other troublemaker to the ground.

Seeing that his companion was defeated, the remaining five troublemakers immediately stared at Yang Xiuping with red eyes, and rushed towards Yang Xiuping with a strange scream.

Facing the five troublemakers who were menacing, Yang Xiuping snorted coldly and greeted him.

Although these troublemakers have a bit of fist and foot skills, where will they be the opponents of Yang Xiuping, who has undergone professional martial arts training.

I saw Yang Xiuping punch one by one, and in just a moment, he knocked all the troublemakers to the ground.

"Boy, who are you!" the leader of the troublemakers covered his swollen face that had been beaten by Yang Xiuping, and angrily yelled at Yang Xiuping, who ran to beat them up "inexplicably".

Yang Xiuping didn't say a word, just glanced at the man with a cold gaze.

The person in the lead has always been arrogant, and when he saw that Yang Xiuping beat someone and pretended to be cold, he was even more angry, so he pointed to Yang Xiuping's nose and said: "Boy, do you know who Lao Tzu is! Lao Tzu is Pang Junjie! You actually dare to do something to me, I will ask my father to arrest you tomorrow." ”

Yang Xiuping frowned when he heard Pang Junjie report his name, and from Pang Junjie's tone, he could hear that his father seemed to have a little way to go.

"Brother Yang, don't forget it!" Just when Yang Xiuping was puzzled, the manager of the nightclub came to his (shēn) and whispered to Yang Xiuping.

"What, do you know this guy?" Yang Xiuping asked in surprise.

"Originally, I didn't know, but when this guy said that he was Pang Junjie, I remembered that Pang Jincheng, the deputy director of our police station, has a baby son, who seems to be called Pang Junjie. The manager replied quietly.

It turned out to be a police station sub-station

The eldest son, no wonder he is so arrogant! Yang Xiuping was relieved.

Pang Junjie saw Yang Xiuping and the manager muttering quietly there, and he knew that they had recognized their (shēn) share, and he couldn't help but be very proud.

Pang Junjie raised his chin and said arrogantly to Yang Xiuping with his nostrils: "What's the matter, now you know that I'm afraid! If you let me and my brother beat me up now, maybe my heart (qíng) is good, and I won't care about you." ”

"Yes!" Yang Xiuping pursed the corners of his lips, then came to Pang Junjie and asked lightly: "I heard that you are the son of Deputy Director Pang." ”

"That's right, it's me, master!" Pang Junjie held his head high, stuck his waist, and looked smug.

Boom!

But just when Pang Junjie thought that Yang Xiuping had to give in to himself after learning about his (shēn), Yang Xiuping suddenly punched him on the other side of the face.

"You, you still dare to hit me!" Pang Junjie staggered back a few steps, unable to believe the facts in front of him.

"What don't you dare, don't say that you are just the son of the deputy director, even if you are the son of the director, I will not make a mistake. Yang Xiuping took a step forward as he spoke, grabbed Pang Junjie's collar suddenly, and as soon as he accepted the strength of his arm, he directly threw Pang Junjie on the bar made of marble.

"Hmm!" Pang Junjie snorted in pain, and the sharp pain in his back made him wonder if his spine had been broken.

At this time, a (shēn) shadow stood in front of Pang Junjie, Pang Junjie looked up, but saw Zheng Yang Xiuping looking down at him condescendingly.

"Pang Junjie, right! Remember, you are not allowed to step into this field again in the future, otherwise that leg will come in, and I will break which of your legs. ”

In the face of Yang Xiuping's intimidation, Pang Junjie at this time no longer had the rampant arrogance just now, and could only lower his head and say yes again and again.

However, from the cruel gaze (yīn) secretly revealed in Pang Junjie's eyes, it is not difficult to imagine that as long as Pang Junjie walked out of the door of the nightclub, he would immediately call his father to find the scene.

"Okay, get out of here!" Yang Xiuping was so astute, how could he not see what Pang Junjie was thinking, but he didn't say anything, he just kicked Pang Junjie with his foot and said coldly.

A few minutes later, not long after Pang Junjie and his gang of troublemakers left, the nightclub was back to its original state.

People drink as they should, dance as if nothing had happened.

But the manager of the nightclub was frowning at this time, and he said to Yang Xiuping on the side with a sad face: "Brother Yang, what should we do now? Pang Junjie's kid will definitely instigate his father to come to us for trouble!"

"No, it won't. Yang Xiuping shook his head coldly, and then explained: "Pang Junjie is not sensible, but his father Pang Jincheng will not know that Jin Meng is the territory of our Lianjin Society, so unless Pang Jincheng really wants to tear his face with us, he will not come to find trouble." ”

Hearing Yang Xiuping say this, the manager seemed to be right when he thought about it, so he also relaxed.

"Okay, it's almost time, I'll go back first! After Yang Xiuping finished speaking, he didn't wait for the manager's reaction, and walked straight towards the outside of the nightclub.

Standing at the door of the nightclub, Yang Xiuping looked at the whiteness of the fish belly gradually rising in the sky in the distance, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and took out one and put it in his mouth.

Using a lighter to light the cigarette, Yang Xiuping took a deep breath, feeling the bitter taste of smoke in his mouth, and Yang Xiuping's irritable heart (qíng) gradually calmed down a little.

Yang Xiuping, who had nothing to do when he went back, just stood and smoked a whole cigarette, and when the cigarette was about to burn out, Yang Xiuping spit out the last smoke ring, threw the cigarette (pì) strand on the ground and crushed it with his foot a few times.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Yang Xiuping was about to return to his residence, but Yang Xiuping had only walked out for two steps, when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Xiuping!"