Pacing into the box were seven or eight young men in suits with strong aura.

Their eyes are gloomy, and they are full of cold and cold aura, and at first glance they are ruthless people licking blood from the edge of the knife.

Seeing this, Han Shixiao pushed away the hot girl who was about to sit on his lap and twist her ass, and stood up with a hideous expression.

"What about people!?" Han Shixiao shouted.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen little brothers with blue noses and swollen faces rushed in.

Some people couldn't stand on their feet, and they came in with a wall.

Zhang Ruoyu turned a deaf ear, stepped on the music, and danced the national standard with the panicked hot girl.

Because he was afraid, Brother Zhang was stepped on several times by the soft-legged hot girl.

"Don't be nervous." Zhang Ruoyu said solemnly. "Step on me again and deduct a tip of 10,000 for you."

On the left side of the box, the two sides confronted each other.

Han Shixiao took the lead, and the cold-faced Yama temperament was exposed.

On the right, Brother Zhang dances under the gaze of more than a dozen hot girls.

In the end, it is the backbone of Beimang's literature and art, with beautiful dancing, wind under his feet, and a lower waist, showing his skills.

The young man in the suit in the lead glanced coldly at Zhang Ruoyu, who was immersed in dancing, with a look of disdain.

Immediately, the cold eyes fell on Han Shixiao.

"Old Han, can you be a dog for this kid?"

Listening to the tone, the two are still very familiar.

"Shut your foul mouth." Han Shixiao frowned. "What about Ye?"

"Clean up a retired cook, can you use that master?" A cold color flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. "I'll leave with one of his legs, Old Han, don't interfere."

Han Shixiao's eyes suddenly turned murderous, and he said coldly: "If you dare to touch him, I want your life!" ”

Chen Qing's face was unhappy, and he said in a deep voice: "After more than ten years of friendship, you turned your face against me for a door-to-door son-in-law?" ”

"After a hundred years of friendship, you don't want to touch him!" Han Shixiao took a step forward, his face full of coldness. "He's my godfather's son-in-law."

"Bullshit." Chen Qing squinted and said. "Binhai, who doesn't know that your godfather still hasn't recognized this son-in-law? You don't have to be foolish here! ”

Not to be outdone, Chen Qing approached Han Shixiao, and also got closer to Zhang Ruoyu, who was dancing: "Old Han, I am giving you face, so I only need him one leg." Otherwise, he moved Shen Yunchao at him, humiliated Lu Dashao, and did not unjust sink him into the sea. ”

Han Shixiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with this master's personal disciple, so he simply pulled out a gun from his waist and slammed it against Chen Qing's head: "If you dare to move him, Lao Tzu will destroy you with one shot!" ”

In an instant, the hot girls who just wanted to make some money lost their faces and let out a terrible scream.

But the gate was blocked by Chen Qing's people, and he couldn't run if he wanted to, so he could only sign up for warmth.

And because the movements are more intense, I wear very little, and the clusters of white and tender are huddled together, and I am dizzy to watch.

Brother Zhang's feet were in a mess and he stepped on his dance partner.

"I'll tip you 10,000 yuan." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice.

"Thanks... Thank you, boss. ”

The babes were terrified.

10,000 yuan can't offset the fear in my heart at all.

Unless you give her all the boxes...

"You're welcome." Zhang Ruoyu said solemnly. "Later, if there is a shootout, you can block the gun for me."

"This..."

The hot girl is like ashes, and she still wants to scold her mother.

10,000 to block bullets? Although I clearly marked the price, I didn't put such a low price.

"Block a bullet for a million, how much money you can earn in this wave depends on your ability." Zhang Ruoyu instigated. "Don't you know, my wife is Han Jiangxue, Jun Shengba, with a net worth of tens of billions, you saved her jewel-like husband, she must burn yellow paper with you and worship as a half-sister."

The babes are a little messed up.

The cold-faced Yan Luo Han Shixiao has pulled out his gun, and the two gangs are going to do it in minutes.

He still has the heart to talk nonsense here, instigating himself to block bullets?

Besides, President Han's heart is like a snake and scorpion, and his style is vicious, who doesn't know Binhai?

She wants to know that you come to the nightclub to drink with me, dance with me, don't know if you don't tie the knot, and you must burn yellow paper for me.

"Hold your breath."

At the end of the dance, Zhang Ruoyu quietly stood behind the hot girl who was stepping on high heels and was almost 1.8 meters tall.

As soon as he sank his waist, he was not as tall as a hot girl, and he was blocked tightly.

"Do you want to get rich overnight at a young age, do you want to go back to your hometown and find a strong and honest person to live a happy life? Success or failure is tonight, show some courage, high risk and high reward! ”

The hot girl was brainwashed and suddenly got on top.

it!

When Yijin returns to her hometown, she wants a strong and honest person to serve her in all postures! Just like she did to her boss!

Han Shixiao held the gun and pressed it against Chen Qing's head.

But the latter did not panic at all.

even tilted his head and stared at Han Shixiao with an expressionless face.

"You dare to shoot?" Chen Qing's eyes were vicious.

"You try." Han Shixiao said in a deep voice.

"Master Tai Sui made a death rule thirty years ago." Chen Qing raised his hand and grasped the gun. "No matter who dares to shoot on the beach, the whole world will chase and kill, and never die."

When Han Shixiao heard this, his body trembled suddenly.

This rule, he knows, is a sword hanging over the heads of all the people in the rivers and lakes on the coast.

He suddenly pulled out his gun just now, purely to protect Brother Zhang's heart.

He knew how fierce Chen Qing was, and he couldn't stop him if he didn't pull out his gun.

But after just a moment of turmoil, Han Shixiao's breath was calm, and he said in a low tone: "My life was given by my godfather." I can die, but you can't touch him. ”

After that, Han Shixiao opened the insurance and said in a cold voice: "The bullets in my gun are enough for the two of us to die three times." ”