"Heh," Si Wan just wanted to say something, but heard a noisy sound of "Zilazila" coming from the mouth of the alley. The two of them put down the skewers together and looked into the distance.

A man walked from the mouth of the alley, and his figure turned from a small dot to a black shadow. It seems that the black shadow is still dragging a section of steel pipe, and the steel pipe rubs against the ground, making a "zilazila" sound.

The black shadow swayed, swaying from side to side. The shadow walked slowly, and with each step forward, a sound came out. Si Wan only felt that her gums were sour when she heard this voice, and the girl held Ling Qingran's arm tightly, and her fingertips pierced deep into the girl's arm, Ling Qingran was also frightened, and her painful grin forgot to let Si Wan go. Just grabbed the hand that Si Wan was holding her, and her lips were pale and trembling with fright.

"What ......" Si Wan opened her mouth tremblingly, but her pupils dilated in fright and she closed her mouth - Xiao Wan! That's clearly Xiao Wan! Some time ago, a girl who was raised by a rich man would always show off her brand-name bag to the club after being adopted.

She-Si Wan swallowed her saliva, still feeling dry in her throat and eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to shout, but she couldn't make any sound.

Xiao Wan glanced at Si Wan with his unfocused eyes, grinned, didn't care to wipe the saliva that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards Si Wan step by step. Si Wan quietly put her hand inside her cloak - there were daggers, hidden daggers!

The smell of blood was already strong, and Si Wan frowned as she looked at the comer—if she got any closer, she would have to defend herself.

But no. The comer didn't take a step closer. Xiao Wan wore his hair loose, and when he was about a meter away from Si Wan, he didn't take a step forward, but turned around in place, and then fell to the ground with a drunken "plop".

Xiao Wan's forehead was obviously broken after he fell to the ground, and a few drops of blood splashed on Si Wan's shoes.

Only then did Si Wan see clearly that the one that was dragging was a barbed steel pipe!

The boss who was wearing a skewer next to him was not surprised when he saw this, but just looked at the ragged corpse on the ground, spit on the ground, and scolded angrily: "It's so good to die, die to Lao Tzu!" Tyre! What a fucking bad luck! ”

Then, the boss continued to wear his own squid skewers as if nothing had happened.

"This ......" Si Wan, who saw this scene for the first time, stammered, and hurriedly grabbed Ling Qingran's arm and shouted with a crying voice, "Quick!" Call an ambulance! ”

Looking at Ling Qingran, he was also stunned. Si Wan hurriedly took out her mobile phone. Ling Qingran reacted at this time, and grabbed Si Wan's arm, "Wait, Si Wan, don't be impulsive!" ”

"How?" Si Wan looked at her puzzled, "If you don't call the police and call an ambulance, there will really be a murder!" ”

"Think about it, who is the one who keeps Xiao Wan?"

"That old man is one of the most famous gentlemen on this island!"

"Xiao Wan came to the club in the morning to show off her newly bought bag to us, and it became like this in the evening, who do you think is behind the scenes?"

"With our current strength, can we help her?"

"Besides, just by that old man's means, this matter can be suppressed, and it's useless for us to call the police!"

The people lurking in the darkness came out one after another, surrounding the corpse and marveling, as if looking at a work of art.

Si Wan looked at the crowd in a cold sweat, and suddenly the girl thought of a sentence, which was summarized by her professor in a university philosophy class:

"The so-called history is that the strong run over the weak in a carriage, and blood is splashed everywhere they go."

"History will only praise them for their artistic aesthetics and their beautiful paintings."