There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the slightly shorter child, as if he didn't expect Wang Yong to drive them out like the others.

The older child in the backpack also quietly retracted the hand behind the backpack, but there was still a faint hostility in his eyes.

Wang Yong glanced at the two children and smiled slightly.

Wang Yong has seen too many of these homeless children, and the perennial wandering life and inhuman encounters have made them lose confidence in the world. In the face of almost everyone, he will show inexplicable hostility, like a wild dog that protects food.

Wang Yong doesn't blame them, if Wang Yong falls into such a situation, it won't be much better.

"Eat, it's juice, it's not enough to tell me. Wang Yong said.

The two children hesitated, looked at Wang Yong, and then looked at the table full of high-end desserts and colorful juices, and finally had a trace of expression on their faces.

It was a faint excitement and longing.

The two walked a few brisk steps, like stray cats and dogs that had found food, and were eager to take over the food.

In just a dozen seconds, the two of them were filled with a dazzling array of food. They are accustomed to getting their hands on things first and then finding a corner to enjoy them slowly.

Wang Yong waved at the waiter, and the two walked away together.

Seeing that there were no strangers around, the two children let go completely, smiling as they ate.

It was like a whirlwind, but in a moment, the two of them ate a table of desserts, and drank a lot of juice.

"Full?" Wang Yong appeared in front of the two at the right time and asked.

The child, who had just relaxed his vigilance for not long ago, quickly entered a state of vigilance and did not speak.

Wang Yong smiled disapprerovingly, pointed to the remaining desserts on the table, and said, "You can take the rest back and eat it slowly, do you need me to find a bag for you?"

The two children were stunned for a moment, then shook their heads.

The older kid in the backpack plucked up his courage and begged, "Can we stay here a little longer?" outside...... Sun ......"

"Yes, but don't run around. Wang Yong advised.

After speaking, He Jin in Wang Yong's stands has finished speaking, and the official succession ceremony is about to be held. At this time, Wang Yong, as He Jin's teacher, is not suitable for absence.

So Wang Yong pulled out his feet and prepared to go to the direction of the rostrum.

Who knew that he had only taken a step, and suddenly the back was grabbed by a hand, but it was the little boy who was a little short.

He opened his eyes, looked at Wang Yong, and repeated in a stubborn tone: "Don't go there...... Don't go there......"

It was only the short child who said a few words before he was glared at fiercely by the older child in the backpack.

The short child was timid in his heart, and let go of the hand that was holding Wang Yong's clothes.

"It's okay, I've told them that no one will chase you. You can stay as long as you like. Wang Yong thought that the short children were afraid of the waiter driving them away.

"My brother is not very sensible, sir, you go and get busy. The older child responded.

After Wang Yong left, the older child's face immediately changed, staring at the short child with a vicious expression, and scolded in a low voice: "Maung Suotun, do you want to find death?! No matter how troubled it is, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

Maung Suotun, but it is the name of a child in Myanmar. The front word represents "younger brother", and Sotun is the name of a short child.

Suo Tun glanced at the older child in fear, and only resignedly explained, "I just think he ...... Nice people......"

"Shut up! The owner of the village said that these people like to show their good deeds with alms, just like we feed the corpses to the earth dogs in the stockade, do you really like those earth dogs who grin all day long?"

"Earth dogs are earth dogs, and people are people...... Suo Tun whispered.

Syllable!

The older child seemed enraged and slapped Sotun in the face.

"Shut your mouth! don't let me kill you first!" the older child warned Sotun again.

Then he no longer bothered with Suotun, and raised his feet to chase after Wang Yong.

After catching up, he looked at Wang Yong with pitiful eyes and asked, "Uncle, can I go to the front with you to have a look?"

Wang Yong nodded.

So the two walked to the VIP seat.

Directly above, He Jin is talking eloquently: "I am different from someone, someone openly says that nine out of ten bets are lost, and he advises others not to gamble." In fact, he himself gambles every day, and likes to be called 'a generation of gambling kings', and he is still a gambler in his bones.

I inherited my blood from him, but I am not like him. I can gamble, but I won't be a gambler, I want to be a banker, and only sitting in the banker is a win-win and no loss. But I'm not sitting on the bank myself, I'm inviting everyone to sit on the bank together! Because I know that no one can stay in the banker's position forever. Only when everyone takes turns to do it, and everyone has money to earn together, can we ensure that the dealer does not fall!

My teacher told me a sentence: the word gambling king is not only an honor, but also a responsibility. I am proud of these two words, and I am even more responsible for these two words!"

There was a lot of applause from the audience.

Both Tai O government officials and celebrities in the business community expressed their satisfaction with Ho Jin's speech.

From his speech, it can be heard that He Jin is determined to be a gambling king who is completely different from He Hongmiao. He Hongmiao gathers wealth and power more in one, rarely takes into account the feelings of others, and his social responsibilities are only passing, not excellent. If He Jin can really change this, he will indeed be welcomed by both black and white in Tai O.

Wang Yong also stood in the back row of the VIP seat and applauded.

At this time, the backpack child who had been following Wang Yong suddenly walked to the middle of the VIP seat.

"Why are you going?" Wang Yong frowned.

The backpack kid didn't answer, but continued to walk forward.

Wang Yong just wanted to catch up, but suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Go!

Looking back, it was the short child, who was struggling to grab the corner of Wang Yong's clothes, trying to drag Wang Yong outside.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yong asked suspiciously.

"Hurry up!" the short boy did not answer, but repeated the words.

Wang Yong glanced at the short child, and then at the older child in the backpack.

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed in his heart, could it be that these two children are ......

"Not good!"

Wang Yong exclaimed, pulled his legs and ran to the front row of the VIP seat.

The backpack kid seemed to hear the sound of Wang Yong chasing after him, suddenly turned his head and smiled gloomily, reached out and pressed a row of buttons at the bottom of the backpack in turn.

And the guests in the VIP table didn't know what was going on, and they all looked at Wang Yong in amazement, with a lot of disdain on their faces.

"What is this man yelling about? I don't know if this is a public place? Do you think he is a big man, just this quality?"

He Jin also looked at Wang Yong who was rushing in amazement, with a blank expression.

What's wrong with the teacher? Do you want to speak on stage? Even if it is, you don't have to be in such a hurry, right?

"Spread out!" Wang Yong bent his knees like a bow, slammed up from the ground, and jumped close to him several meters away.

And when he was in the air, Wang Yong had already issued a warning.

Before the disdainful expressions of the guests dissipated, there was immediately a touch of horror on their faces.

Wang Jing was well-informed, and knew that Wang Yong was not a man of his word, so his eyes immediately fell on the older child in the backpack.

In the next second, Wang Jing's whole person trembled: "It's a baby soldier! Run!"

"What?!"

Hearing the words "baby soldiers", the entire banquet hall trembled.

Child soldiers are a cheap and efficient type of military that appears in underdeveloped regions, such as small African countries. These child soldiers are generally in their teens or even younger. You don't need any money to recruit them, just some food.

In order to control these child soldiers, the brutal controllers will also force the child soldiers to take drugs, if they are not directly killed. Addicted child soldiers, in order to obtain drugs, they can only obey the orders of those behind the scenes, and take up arms to fight.

The main reason why most people talk about "child soldiers" is that these child soldiers have been instilled with the concept of hatred and brutality since childhood, and their three views have been distorted. They take pleasure in killing, and even in order to prove their bravery, even their own relatives can kill without hesitation, and then drink their blood.

There was once a video circulating on the Internet of a person from a terrorist organization executing a Russian spy. The executioner was a child soldier who was less than 10 years old, and when the child soldier fired, he still had a smile on his face, and finally made up two shots with great composure before leaving.

This kind of picture makes countless people who watch the video shudder.

Now, there are two child soldiers in the banquet hall, who is not afraid?

At that time, I heard the whole hall screaming and running sounds, and it was a mess.

And the backpack child in the center of the crowd, with a mysterious smile on his face, opened his hands as if hugging something.

Even, when he saw Wang Yong rushing towards him, he glanced at Wang Yong contemptuously, and spit out two words in his mouth: "Look for death." ”

Drip, drip, drip......

There was a slight sound of seconds moving from the backpack, but it was a countdown.

From the beginning, the intention of these two child soldiers was to blow themselves up, and they did not think of throwing down the bombs and running away.

Therefore, the setting time is extremely short, and there is no digital display function.

In other words, even this backpack kid himself doesn't know when it will explode at the first moment!

"Teacher, run!" He Jin jumped off the stage and yelled at Wang Yong.

Everyone else was running wildly, but Wang Yong ran towards the center of the explosion like a fool.

Isn't this self-defeating?

Wang Yong didn't respond, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

As a professional, Wang Yong knows one thing very well, the so-called last-second bomb disposal in the movie is not realistic at all. The first thing a true bomb disposal expert does after encountering * is to evacuate the crowd, and the second thing is to throw * into the blasting canister as quickly as possible.

Thinking about dismantling the timing device is definitely a donkey kicking in the brain.

"Give me the backpack!" Wang Yong ordered as he reached out and grabbed the backpack child.

The backpack kid smiled at Wang Yong and suddenly grabbed the backpack belt.

"No one can stop it, for this is Paaan's will!"

Pa'a'ang is an evil god of the Burmese Ali religion, and the teachings require that the adherent must give the girl in his family the first night and use the girl's essence blood to feed its golden body. With the development of time, this oblique religion has been annihilated in the history of Burma, and I did not expect it to reappear in a child soldier.

It can be seen that the people behind the control of these child soldiers use both drugs and religion.

"Then you go and follow your Pa A'an!" Wang Yong's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and his right hand, which grabbed the shoulder strap of the backpack, threw it out vigorously.

I saw that the child in the backpack, along with the whole backpack, flew up.

It was like a cannonball being fired by a cannon, with a whistling sound, crashing into the glass window on the side of the banquet hall.

With a click, the glass window shattered, and the backpack child rolled in the air and flew out of the window.

"No!" the backpacker let out a frightened cry, desperately reaching out to grab something, and returned to the banquet hall.

Unfortunately, Pa'a'an, whom he believed in, did not grant him any divine powers, and he continued to roll, and when he was about to crash into the huge lighthouse fountain outside the hotel, a deafening explosion was heard.

A huge mass of air formed out of thin air, and then smoke billowed out, splashing debris, rocks, and water droplets.

The lighthouse fountain collapsed in an instant and fell to the ground.

The sputtered shrapn mixed with the shock wave bombarded the walls of the banquet hall, directly bursting into a huge gap, and the rocks were rolling in a shocking way.

It is still so powerful from such a distance, if it explodes directly in the hall, I'm afraid the entire hall will not want to run out!

At the center of the explosion, apart from the thick smoke, it was difficult to see even a trace of the flesh and blood remains of the backpack child.

The destructive power of modern bullets is enough to melt the wheels of a car into molten iron, let alone flesh and blood humans.

I'm afraid that at the moment when the bomb exploded, the backpack child had been blown into ashes.