"If you're not in a hurry, go with me to a place and then send you home. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ang Lee said to Zhao Yingying.

"Hmm." Zhao Yingying nodded, meaning that you can do whatever you say.

Li An helped Zhao Yingying into the van, he had just come to the city, he was a road idiot, with Zhao Yingying on the side to guide him, he soon drove to Haosheng.

"You're waiting for me in the car." Li An gave a command, got out of the car and walked towards the gate of Haosheng.

It's not yet time for the official opening of the singer, but a side door is opened, and a bald man with a big belly stands at the door.

Li An walked in front of the other party and lowered his head than the other party.

The bald head held his hands in front of his chest, his arms were thicker than Zhao Yingying's thighs in the car, and he stood there like a door god.

"It's not open yet." The bald head blocked the side door that was not wide and prevented Li An from entering.

Li An stood still and said, "My friend is inside, and I'm here to find someone." ”

"Friends?" The bald head frowned and asked, "Who?" ”

"Xiao Yue, a high school student, combed a ponytail, a very beautiful girl." As he spoke, he looked around and saw a Ferrari parked on the side of the road, with a slight scratch on his buttocks, and knew that he was not looking for the wrong place.

"Xiao Yue? We don't have this person, and minors are not allowed to enter. Get lost! The bald head pushed Li Ang's shoulder as he spoke, with a very bad attitude.

Li An's shoulders retreated, his hand was already clasped on the wrist of the bald head, and with a sharp pull, the bald head, which was a head taller than him, lost his balance and rushed forward.

Then, Ang Lee hooked his toes forward and tripped over the bald head's legs, and the bald head that lost his balance accelerated forward and let the side door out.

"Bang bang." The bald head ran forward three steps in a row before he stabilized his body, and when he turned around, he saw that Li An had already entered a good singing voice.

"Bastard!" The bald head screamed angrily, and then rushed in and locked the door of the good voice, and roared in his mouth, "Boy, today I will break you!" ”

"Ang Lee!" Zhao Yingying, who was sitting in the car, screamed nervously when she saw the door closed, twisted back and forth nervously, and kept muttering in her mouth, "What should I do, what should I do...... That's right, call the police! ”

As she spoke, Zhao Yingying took out her mobile phone and dialed the police.

After the bald head closed the door, he picked up a meter-long iron rod hidden behind the door, and there were red stains on the top of this iron rod, which looked like blood, and it was estimated that many people had fallen under this iron rod before.

"Whew, whew." The bald head grabbed the iron rod and shook it twice in the air, and after trying his strength, he smashed it towards Li An.

Ang Lee walked with his back to his bald head and into the good song, as if he didn't know at all.

This place is usually very dim, giving people a psychedelic tone, and at this time it is even darker without turning on the lights, and you can only barely use the light from outside the door to discern the scene.

"Whew." The iron rod smashed into Ang Lee's head with a strong wind.

The bald head is really not left at all, if this stick is smashed, Li An's head will be broken and bleeding, and he will die at worst.

The two of them have no enmity and no grievances, just a little bit of friction on the bald head with such a heavy hand, it can be seen that this guy usually does not do less evil, and he has already regarded human life as a mustard.

The bald man had an evil smile on his face, and he enjoyed the moment very much, especially when a person's skull was smashed and blood was splattered.

Seeing that the iron rod was about to smash on Li An's head, Li An, who was originally walking forward, suddenly took a big step back, and stood with his back against the bald belly, cleverly avoiding the iron rod that fell down.

followed by Li Ang's hands grasping the bald head's arm that was waving down, and the buttocks pouting back was a move of Tai Chi with force.

With a "bang", the bald head flew out from the top of Ang Lee's head and smashed on the marble floor a few meters away, and after an intimate kiss between his mouth and the ground, his full mouth of teeth almost fell out.

Before the bald head could figure out how he flew out, Ang Lee had already bent his knees on the bald head's back, grabbing the bloodstained iron rod with both hands and jamming the opponent's neck.

"Hmm." The bald head let out a muffled snort, feeling as if his neck was about to be strangled, and hurriedly grabbed the sides of the iron rod with both hands. Usually he is very confident in his strength, even two big men can't drag him a bit, but at this time, his hands are exhausted, but he can't move the iron rod stuck in his neck even a bit.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and the bald head could even hear the sound of his throat being snapped, and the feeling of near death made him very frightened.

"Let me ask you again, is Xiao Yue here?" Ang Lee roared in a low voice.

The bald man's face was pale with fear, and he felt that it was not Li An standing on his back, but a male master who could scatter him to pieces at any time, and this feeling made his fear tremble from the bones.

"Yes." The bald head struggled to spit out a word, and Li An was a little relieved before he could continue to speak, "It's in the office on the third floor, and you can see people there." ”

"Whew." Li An swung the iron rod and gently smashed it on the bald head's stamina, and the strong bear-like guy fainted to death.

Inside the office on the third floor.

There were more than 20 people in a room that was not too big, except for Xiao Yue and Song Pengjun, who had a blue nose and swollen face and was put up there, everyone else was a thug in this song hall.

Behind the large desk sat a man in his thirties, quite kind, with his hair combed back with hairspray, so smooth that even a fly could not stand. He is Zhang Miao, the owner of this song hall, a well-known entrepreneur in the local area, in addition to this song hall, there are several industries, and the Ferrari car parked downstairs is his.

Zhang Miao turned on Xiao Yue with a businessman's shrewd gaze, a cigar imported from abroad in her mouth, took a puff and spit the smoke at Xiao Yue's pretty face across the table, then glanced at the wad of banknotes on the table and said, "Little sister, are you joking with me?" I asked you to bring 200,000 yuan, but you only brought 2,000, what does that mean? ”

"I ...... I don't have that much money. Xiao Yue said a little timidly, turned her head to look at Song Pengjun and then said boldly, "Although Brother Song rubbed your car, but you beat people like this, I think two thousand yuan can be cleared twice." ”

"Haha......" Zhang Miao raised her head and laughed for a while, got up and stared at Xiao Yue and said, "What do you think?" My Ferrari is imported, can your boyfriend's dog life compare to it? ”

"I ...... Not that much money. Xiao Yue said a little breathlessly.