When it came to the middle game, everyone gradually became a little full, and the Zheng brothers also raised their glasses frequently, and it could be seen that the two of them were a lot of people on weekdays. Lin Mu drank a lot of wine, but today he showed himself as an intellectual, but he drank a little politely, and he has not yet reached half of a glass. The Zheng brothers didn't urge him, they ate and drank by themselves, and joked with Zheng Qimin from time to time. The atmosphere is relaxed.

Before you know it, a long time has passed. At this time, there was a "bang, bang" light index finger tapping sound from the jujube wood sliding door of the private room, which was a polite action of the waiter before serving the food, and everyone didn't care.

The sliding door opened, and a young man in a restaurant uniform entered, carrying a plate of miso soup. The plate was large because there were five bowls in it, one bowl per person.

The waiter came in and stood still, but stopped half a meter away from the nearest Cao Degong. He was wearing a mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. Cao Degong was slippery, and he had experienced a lot of chaos on the rivers and lakes, and suddenly shouted, "Not good!" ”

When it was too late, I saw the waiter throw down the plate suddenly, and five bowls of miso soup suddenly fell and spilled all over the floor. Underneath the plate was a lancet knife from the kitchen that had been used to remove salmon bones. The man picked up the knife and stabbed at Zheng Huang.

Cao Degong was the closest, and with sharp eyes, when he found that the waiter's movements were wrong, he immediately realized the problem, his gun and guns were in the car, and he didn't have time to get them for a while. He grabbed the seat and threw it at the Assassin.

But it was obvious that the assassin was faster, and the willow blade knife flashed with cold light, and went straight to Zheng Huang's neck.

In terms of distance, Lin Mu was closer to the Assassins than Zheng Huang. At this time, our great son-in-law-to-be, an intellectual who had basically been ignored just now, a forest tree who didn't drink much wine and didn't look like a real man, suddenly stood up and stood in front of his girlfriend's father.

The knife stabbed his right shoulder precisely into the collarbone and pierced through the middle of the collarbone, the tip dripping with blood and sneering red. Everyone present heard the shrill bark of knives and bones rubbing against each other, like the sudden first barking of a dog in the quiet mountains before dawn. The assassin also didn't expect someone to rush out to block the knife, so he pulled it hard, but the knife got stuck and didn't pull it out.

The Assassin threw down his knife and turned to flee. Cao Degong's chair slashed at him, but it didn't hit. The chair snapped into several pieces. Zheng Xuan, who was five big and three thick, had just woken up from the wine, stunned in place, dumbfounded. Zheng Qimin was frightened stupid at first, and then quickly pounced, hugged Lin Mu tightly, and cried.

Zheng Huang was holding Lin Mu's shoulder at this time, and the knife was not pulled out, so there was not much blood flowing out. But the hilt and the blade outside the body swayed up and down under the force, like a cobra wrapped around a tree and looking its prey up and down. Zheng Qimin didn't know what was at stake, and he was about to go up and draw his sword, Cao Degong shouted loudly, don't. By this time, the Assassin had fled without a trace.

It was late and there weren't a few tables left in the restaurant. All of a sudden, the kitchen staff, the restaurant service staff, the kimono-clad greeters and entertainers, and a few brave guests surrounded their private rooms tightly.

Cao Degong took out the phone to call the police, Zheng Xuan went to stop him and said, no need, this boss is my friend, I don't want to affect her.

Cao Degong and Lin Mu were stunned, and Zheng Qimin was also speechless. After a while, she said angrily to Zheng Xuan, second uncle, what is a burden?