Shang Long laughed and said, "It's nothing, something happened today, and I delayed it for a while." ”

"What's the matter?" the beautiful woman wrapped her arms around Shang Long's neck and squeezed into a coquettish manner.

Shang Long said angrily: "It's not the stupid bird who beat the AKS boy group, and he provoked our Shang family again." ”

The beauty giggled, "Is there something wrong with that person's head?"

Shang Long laughed and said: "Who doesn't say it? I don't know where the stupid fork in the countryside came from, and he still wants to be arrogant in our Zhonghai, and he doesn't look at the place." ”

At this time, a group of yellow-haired youths sneaked into the dance hall, and the yellow-haired one at the head had a weed in his mouth, and as soon as he entered, he shouted, "Which is the boss? ”

There were more than twenty of these young people, and as soon as they walked in, they attracted Shang Long's attention, Shang Long frowned slightly, raised his head and asked, "Who are those people?"

Shang Long's style is very similar to his father Shang Biao, which is the only thing he learned from his father, that is, putting on a shelf.

One of Shang Long's bodyguards said, "Young Master, or shall I ask?"

Shang Long nodded and snorted, "Well, you go and tell them that this piece of land is covered by me, and let them not make trouble for me." ”

The bodyguard immediately got up and walked briskly towards the youths.

The beauty looked at Shang Long with adoring eyes, snuggled into Shang Long's arms, and said in a coquettish voice: "Long Shao, you are so stylish." ”

Shang Long sneered on the surface, noncommittal or not, but in his heart, he had already blossomed.

He likes it.

Shang Long was enjoying the feeling of beauty worship, but on that side, there was a change, Shang Long only heard the young man over there roar, and then slapped the dance hall owner hard, and the rest of the young people all shouted loudly, the iron rod in his hand hit the ground hard, making a crisp sound.

The voice is crisp, but people's mood can't help but become depressed.

This kind of scene has always only appeared in movies, and it is the first time Shang Long has seen this kind of scene with his own eyes.

Saying that he was not afraid was false, Shang Long's heart was pounding, he hesitated, and walked up.

Seeing Shang Long coming, the dance hall owner's heart also settled down a lot, he bowed slightly towards Shang Long, and said with a wry smile: "Long Shao, you can give a comment." ”

"What's going on?" Shang Long strengthened his courage, walked up to the group of young people, and asked, "What are you doing?"

The young man at the head raised the yellow hair on his forehead and shouted condescendingly, "Who are you?" ”

Shang Long held his head high proudly and hummed, "I'm Shang Long!"

The young man looked at Shang Long and said with a smile, "Are you Shang Biao's son Shang Long?"

Shang Long's expression became even more arrogant when he saw that the young man knew him, and he tried to imitate his father's tone, and said, "That's right, what are you doing?"

The young man laughed and said, "We, we are the people of Momiji." ”

Shang Long glared suddenly, Hongye, isn't that Lin Feng's organization? Shang Long was a little scared in his heart, he tried to muster up his courage, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Shang Long himself could hear it, his voice trembling.

The young man snorted coldly: "What else can you do? Of course, you will collect protection money, hurry up, 600,000 a month." ”

"Protection money?" Shang Long suspected he had misheard.

In these years, there are still people who dare to collect protection money? Those who started with protection money in the past are now afraid when they think of their previous experiences, and there are still people who are not afraid of death?

Shang Long didn't know what his mood was at this time, he said in a deep voice: "You red leaves are too bold, aren't they? Collect protection fees openly? This is a society ruled by law! This is a dignified Zhonghai!"

"Go to Nima's Dazhonghai, you just say whether you pay or not!" The young man glanced at Shang Long and shouted, "Give you a minute to think about it!"

"You!" Shang Long was immediately furious, but looking at the twenty-odd people behind the young man, he was deflated again, if he was beaten for a mere 600,000 yuan, it would be too worthless.

Shang Long looked at the owner of the dance hall and said hesitantly: "Mr. Liu, give them 600,000 yuan." ”

The ballroom owner looked at Shang Long with a surprised face, he didn't expect Shang Long to soften at this time, and the ballroom owner also understood the truth that heroes don't suffer losses in front of him, he nodded a little painfully, and said, "Okay, okay." ”

"Wait. The young man shouted again, stopped the ballroom owner, and said, "Give 600,000?

The dancehall owner was stunned for a moment, and he said angrily: "Isn't this the 600,000 you said yourself?"

"I'm talking about 600,000 yuan a month, and if you want to pay it, you have to pay it for a year first!" the young man said viciously, holding his arms.

"You guys, you might as well go and grab it!" the dance hall owner's face turned green with anger.

He can bear the pain of 600,000, but he can't afford 6 or 7 million, unless he doesn't want to run it anymore.

Shang Long's face was also a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "I said brother, you are a bit too much, right?"

"Is it too much?" the young man actually raised his head and patted Shang Long on the cheek.

Although the young man didn't exert himself, Shang Long still felt that his face was hot and embarrassed.

The slight move of the young man was simply trampling on Shang Long's dignity.

Shang Long trembled with anger, couldn't hold back any longer, and said angrily: "You guys are too much! I will make you pay the price!!"

"What are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly. The young man asked with a sideways face.

As soon as Shang Long's temper came up, he was also a little fearless, in the Shang family, as long as he was angry like this, everyone would become trembling, but now, this is not the Shang family, this group of young people, and it is not the parents of habitual children.

Shang Long had just finished shouting the sentence 'I will make you pay', and he had already received a kick in the chest, and this kick kicked Shang Long straight out.

Several of Shang Long's bodyguards didn't expect this group of people to make a move, and by the time they reacted, they had already seen Shang Long being kicked to the ground.

Facing the bodyguard who pounced, the young man pulled out a Tang knife from his waist and shouted, "Fuck, hit me!"

At the sound of the order, the young men behind him swarmed up, punching and kicking a few poor insects.

Most of these bodyguards are bastards who are strong on the outside and capable in the middle, and they all became Shanglong's bodyguards because they know how to pat horses and whiskers.

After a while, they were beaten to the point of crying dad and mother.

The chaotic scene made all the guests in the dance hall excited, which is also the biggest difference between the dance hall and the entertainment city.

But the men and women in the dance hall were either decadent or passionate, so they were stunned and addicted to watching them one by one.

"We give money, we give money. Shang Long lay on the ground, feeling his internal organs displaced, he shouted for mercy and reached into his pocket to take out his wallet.

It's a pity that before his hand reached into his pocket, the young man suddenly rushed up, stabbed the Tang knife in his hand from top to bottom, and stabbed Shang Long's chest, the Tang knife was very powerful, penetrated Shang Long's chest, and stabbed into the chair under him.

No one could have imagined that Shang Long, who was still alive and pointing at the country before, would be nailed to the chair in the next second.

The blood slid down the four corners of the chair, Shang Long was unwilling to droop on the chair, his eyes gradually lost their brightness, he tried hard to think about his dreams, and gradually, his thinking disappeared.

The young man wiped the blood splattered on his face and shouted, "Go, leave!"

This group of young people came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people had disappeared without a trace.

The owner of the dance hall looked at Shang Long, who was out of breath, and was directly frightened and collapsed to the ground.

He knew that his life was over, no matter who the murderer was, Shang Biao would not let him go.

Thinking of his family and children, the ballroom owner's face was filled with despair, and in the eyes of those around him, the dancehall owner suddenly jumped up and hit his head on the marble corner of the dance floor.

This collision caused his head to collapse.

Many of the young men and women around were holding mobile phones to record the video, and when they saw that there was a death, they felt scared, some shouted to call the police, and more chose to flee.

A good dance hall has become a man-eating demon cave.

It wasn't until late that Lin Feng dragged his heavy footsteps back to the wooden house, as soon as he pushed the door in, the mobile phone rang rapidly, Lin Feng looked at the number, thinking that something must have happened.

The call was made by Li Xinming, Li Xinming has a heart condition, and he has always slept very early, and it is almost eleven o'clock at this time.

As soon as Lin Feng answered the phone, he heard Li Xinming ask, "Brother Lin, Brother Lin, did you kill Shang Long?"

"What Shanglong?" Lin Feng listened a little inexplicably.

Li Xinming's tone was very nervous, Lin Feng had never seen Li Xinming lose his temper like this, and even the questions he asked were incomprehensible.

On the other end of the phone, I clearly heard Li Xinming take a deep breath, as if he was adjusting his emotions, and after a while, Li Xinming asked again: "Brother Lin, have you sent someone to the Qingshui Dance Hall?"

Lin Feng said in surprise: "Light Water Dance Hall? Xinming, what happened, can you tell me more clearly? Don't get excited." ”

"Good, good. Li Xinming suppressed the excitement in his heart again, and said: "Brother Lin, Shang Biao's son Shang Long was killed in the Qingshui Dance Hall, and all the people present believed that this incident was done by Hongye's people. ”

"And this kind of thing?" Lin Feng's face also became gloomy.

Shang Long's death can be said to have accelerated the contradiction between Lin Feng and Shang Biao, Lin Feng knew very well that the pain of losing his son was enough to make Shang Biao lose his mind.

Now, the situation is really not good.