The expressionless Masaki shook hands with the other party, but in the next moment, a few words came out of Svera's mouth: "One month!" It's been so long, do you think you can buy it out all at once? She can help me make so much money in two weeks, she is still a child, and she can still make a lot of money in the name of a virgin for a while! ”

There was a cold light in Masaki's eyes, and he withdrew his hand suddenly.

"Get your stinky money back! Handjob yourself 10,000 times! Then crawl back to talk to me! She'll be depreciated then, and maybe I'll give it to you for free! Svera wiped her hands and threw the envelope in front of Masaki.

Masaki squinted his eyes, slowly picked up the envelope from the table, closed the envelope unhurriedly, and put it in his jacket pocket, "Okay", Masaki said as he looked at Svera and the others like a child, and placed the ornaments on Swilla's table in a few places at random.

Several people looked at this scene curiously, Svera and the others did not get angry, but laughed, they thought that Zhengji was a little insane, "Are you okay boy?" ”

A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of Masaki's mouth, and he turned and walked towards the door.

"Asians look like this, they don't know what to do, get out", behind him, Svera's subordinates didn't mind that Masaki could hear it.

However, Masaki did not leave as they imagined, the door was opened by him, he glanced outside the door, there was no one, and then closed the door with a blank face, opened the door, and then closed the door again, opened the door, this action lasted three times! Then, with a bang, Kata locked the door.

Then he turned around, turned his head, and looked at Svera and the others.

"Forgot something?" Svera and the others looked at his every move in confusion and asked.

Masaki didn't answer, time seemed to slow down in his eyes, and at this moment, Svera's mocking smile, the wine glass rubbed in his hand, the ring on the middle finger of the pigtailed man and the pendant on his chest, the man's nose picking at the big gold chain in the white vest, the dagger holding the dagger, the black man sitting on the sofa on his left hand and holding the pistol's thighs, a few cigars and can openers on the bar next to him, and a few darts stuck in the dartboard on the wall on one side.

A cold light appeared in Masaki's eyes, and then he said a number inexplicably: "Sixteen seconds!" Then he raised his wrist and set the watch to the timer.

"One second, two seconds," Masaki muttered to himself, muttering the numbers, and suddenly walked towards Svera.

With Masaki's movements, the others also sensed that something was wrong, and the man with the gun closest to him immediately stood up with the gun, holding the gun in both hands, and touched Masaki's back with a cat waist.

"Three seconds!" As soon as Masaki's words fell, he suddenly turned around, grabbed the arm of the man with the gun who was about to point the muzzle at him, flipped it, and instantly unloaded the man's arm joint, and the pistol was carried behind him in the man's hand, and at this time, Svera and the others also moved, Svera was just about to take the weapon from the drawer, however, how could Masaki give him this opportunity.

Directly raised the arm of the man who was in control of his hand, holding the other party's hand that he had removed from the joint, and shot at Svera without thinking about it.

"Bang!" Svera clutched her throat and fell out of her chair.

And then, Masaki casually picked up the wine glass on the table next to him, and pressed it hard at the temple of the man who was controlling it in his arms, and the man screamed and lay on the ground with blood on his face, and he couldn't live.

"Ahh With a bold shout, the man in the white vest, holding the dagger he had just played with, stabbed at Masaki's chest.

Masaki turned sideways slightly, and then accurately held the other party's wrist, a foldback, and the man who couldn't contain his strength was under the magical means of Masaki to use his strength, and the dagger was inserted into his heart.

"Eight seconds!" Masaki said as if he didn't have emotion in his mouth, and until this moment, he didn't even forget to keep the time! Shocked the few people who remained!

Behind him, the man with short braids just now also rushed over, and Masaki, who seemed to have a back eye, stretched out his hand, buckled the other party's head, and then grabbed it down, accurately held the gold chain on the other party's neck, and then pulled, pulled, at this moment, the gold chain rubbed against the delicate skin, and a deep blood mark appeared in the man's neck carotid artery, with the strong pacing of the heart, the crack in the neck was like a fountain gushing blood, instantly staining the floor red.

"Twelve seconds!" Masaki read it in his mouth, but the movements did not stop, and his hand waved violently towards the dart board not far away, a dart seemed to have wings, circling around in the air, and then accompanied by a whistling sound, it shot into the head of the man who was lying at the door in a panic and opened the door and was about to flee, shot through his brain stem, and came out of his mouth directly!

"Sixteen seconds!" Masaki pressed the pause button on the watch timer, and the hands jumped exactly to point to sixteen!

He looked around the office, except for him, everyone was lying on the ground, except for one or two bleeding waiting to die, the others had lost their lives, and at this moment, the black suit on Masaki's body was still spotless.

"Whew, whew!" Behind the desk, there was a sound of laborious breathing, Svera lay on the ground, breathing weakly, blood flowing down his neck one by one, and he was still alive with his eyes open! However, the look in his eyes became darker and darker, but he was full of despair and regret that could not be concealed.

"Kick, kick," after a while, Masaki slowly walked to the desk, sat down against the desk, and looked at Svera on the ground.

Then Masaki's voice rang out: "Your heart beats three times faster than usual, because you have lost a lot of blood, after thirty seconds, your body will lose its function, and then you will suffocate, Elena, the girl you beat to half death, she will continue to live the life she wants, and your life will be over, on this filthy floor, just because of ten thousand dollars." ”

Hearing Masaki's words, Svera's eyes were full of remorse and despair, he felt his body, with the flow of blood, gradually cold, every breath of air, as if it was added to ice, cold to the heart, he felt his heartbeat, as if it would stop in the next second.

"You should have taken my money", Masaki's voice sounded in front of his blurred eyes.

"Who the hell are you!" Svera struggled to utter a few syllables, as if she wanted to see Masaki's face, but her eyes were getting blurry and blurred.

"26 seconds, 27 seconds, 28 seconds....." However, all that answered him was the voice that seemed to float in the air, until thirty seconds, Svera's eyes were wide open, his breathing had stagnated, and his body was gradually cold.

At the scene, everyone's breathing sounded stagnant at this moment, and Masaki sat on the ground, as if sitting in a daze for a few seconds, and then slowly got up and walked towards the door, the moment he went out, the candle behind him fell on the curtain as if it was plucked by an invisible hand, igniting the room.

By the time Masaki walked out of the club, a monstrous tongue of fire had already erupted from the window on the second floor behind him, plunging the entire room into a sea of fire, and people rushed out of the club crying and screaming, and the scene was chaotic to the extreme.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Masaki has spent half a month in Pollini's training, and tonight, he will also usher in his first concert that is, in Pollini's words, a teacher's performance.

At night, the concert hall is crowded with people, celebrities from all walks of life and music-loving audiences, and they come to the splendid Vienna Concert Hall early.

In the front row, Pollini's wife and daughter Vivian sat happily, looking left and right happily, this is one of the few times she participated in her father's concert, the reason, naturally there are a lot of things about political discipline, these half a month, almost every day, Vivian is quiet in joy, the arrival of political discipline, like adding a catalyst to her life, makes her full of excitement all the time.

Since the last accident, Vivian has never touched the locomotive again, and the red locomotive has also been sealed in the depths of her memory, and after that, her happiest time every day is probably to sit in the music room and watch Masaki play the piano, Masaki's piano, under the teaching of her father, can be said to have made rapid progress almost every day, even if she doesn't know much about the piano, but every time she listens to Masaki's playing, she will have a deeper feeling, this, It is vividly expressed in his father's unhesitant praise of political discipline.

In her eyes, Masaki has simply become the embodiment of perfection, with the mystery and outstanding talent and talent of the Orientals, and every bit wants to be like a magnet that deeply fascinates her.

A round of applause interrupted Vivien's reverie, and her father, in a warm welcome, walked out with a glorious face.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he saw his family in the front row, and the smile on his face was deeper, not only because his daughter was unprecedentedly willing to come to his own concert, but also because of his daughter's recent performance, so that he could laugh and blossom when he fell asleep at night, obedient, no longer rebellious to go racing with those bad teenagers late at night, and he liked to play the piano, thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of political discipline, the arrival of political discipline, changed a lot.

"Thank you for joining me, and I will first perform a piece composed by my new disciple, "River Flows in?" You》！ "Pollini's first song turned out to be the one by Masaki.

Everyone was surprised to hear this scene, and the most important opening song was not one of Pollini's famous works! It's the work of his disciples! Who is Pollini? A contemporary piano master! World-class musicians! Every master is proud, even conceited! But such a world music master actually regarded a disciple's creation as the opening song so much!

Who are his new disciples? This has become the second question that haunts most people at the scene! The first question is, of course, what kind of song is this "River Flows In You"!