"What now?"

Song Yiqing looked at the four people lying on the ground, and frowned, she seemed to be a little too ruthless.

The house was so remote that no one noticed them.

"Drag them out first."

Fang Huai'an dragged one with one hand and threw the two into the corridor.

Song Yiqing's strength is not as strong as his, and dragging one with one hand is not a big problem.

The two of them dragged the four gangsters down the stairs to the hall.

It attracted the attention of many people along the way, and there were people who ate melons for unknown reasons chasing them to watch the excitement.

"What's going on?"

"I heard that a group of gangsters just came in to commit murder, and it seems that they have been caught."

"Oh, you see that girl is still wearing a dress."

The pink cherry blossom dress has become miserable, but there is a charm in wearing it on her.

There were more and more spectators around, and the discussion became louder and louder.

The captain of the security guard sent someone to answer and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to frighten you." ”

In such a big hotel, if the guests catch the gangsters themselves and spread the word, they don't want their reputation.

Song Yiqing clapped her hands: "It doesn't matter, it's all a matter of effort." ”

Just when everyone thought it was over, a shadow suddenly appeared in the crowd, as fast as lightning.

His goal is clear, it is Song Yiqing in the center of the crowd.

His expression was as cold as iron, and he held a dagger in his hand that glittered with cold light. The action is quick and decisive, and at first glance it looks like a trained killer.

The danger is approaching, and the system reminds you: "Be careful, host, someone is coming to assassinate you!" ”

Song Yiqing caught a glimpse of the man's movements, and a cold sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Like a swallow standing in the wind, she suddenly flew towards the man. The action is as fast as lightning, and the shot is even more like a thunderous blow.

She easily grabbed the man's wrist and stumbled at the same time, deftly avoiding the man's attack. With a strong twist, he instantly snatched the dagger from the man's hand.

The whole process was dizzyingly fast, and almost at the same moment, Song Yiqing had already subdued the man.

She stood there gracefully, playing with the dagger she had just snatched, everything in her hands.

The crowd around erupted in exclamation, and they watched in amazement.

Some people were surprised by Song Yiqing's skills, and some people were amazed by her calmness and wit.

Fang Huai'an only felt a gust of wind passing by in his ears, and when he saw that the man was subdued by her, he still couldn't help but be afraid.

And the man who originally planned to assassinate Song Yiqing widened his eyes and couldn't believe what had just happened.

He looked at Song Yiqing, his eyes full of fear.

Song Yiqing smiled slightly, looking at him with a calm and compassionate gaze.

Then, her words were as sharp as a knife, pointing directly at people's hearts: "This three-legged cat's kung fu still came out to assassinate?" ”

His lips trembled, and he felt that his personality had been greatly insulted.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd was so quiet that only the sound of their own breathing remained.

They watched Song Yiqing's whole process of dealing with this emergency, and they were all shocked and admired.

There were spontaneous bursts of applause all around.

The policeman belatedly arrived, looked at the gangsters who had already been subdued, and took a deep breath.

Seeing Fang Huai'an at the scene, he nodded to him.

When the dust settled, Song Yiqing noticed that the wound on her arm was slightly painful.

Fang Huai'an noticed her frowning: "What's wrong!" You're hurt? ”

"No...... There are too many of them, so let's go back first. ”

She saw Ruan Huaizhi in the crowd from a distance, several of them were safe, and she went home with peace of mind.

When Mr. Gong Er heard the news of the failure to assassinate Song Yiqing, a wave of anger arose.

In this operation, he lost more than a dozen capable men.

His hands slammed into the tabletop, and the exquisite tea set shattered in an instant, and the tea splashed everywhere.

His eyes, like the eyes of a wolf in the dark night, shone with a fierce light.

The air in front of him seemed to be filled with the tension of an approaching storm.

"Damn it!"

Mr. Miyaji roared, and every word was like a cold wind emerging from the abyss of hell.

"Why do they always get away!"

His subordinates were silent, and no one dared to look directly at the demon king of the underworld.

Recently, their people have been taken away one by one, interrogated, surrounded and suppressed, and their whereabouts are unknown.

There must be someone behind this, he guessed this person, it must be Fang Huai'an.

The other party repeatedly succeeded, and he retreated, which made his anger reach its peak.

The young man named Fang Huai'an, and the seemingly weak Song Yiqing, they were like two sharp blades dancing in the dark, challenging his bottom line again and again.

Each of their successes was like pouring salt on his territory and making him angry.

"I want you dead."

Mr. Gong Er said word by word, and every word was decisively ruthless.

He slapped the table, and a dark compartment under the coffee table suddenly opened, revealing a black pistol inside.

He skillfully picked up the pistol, checked it to make sure it was correct, sneered, and turned away, leaving behind a table of broken tea sets and a group of silent men.

He decided to go out in person, he wanted to clean up Fang Huai'an, who made him unbearable, and Song Yiqing, who repeatedly angered him.

He will never allow anyone to challenge his authority here, the gods will kill the gods, and the Buddhas will kill the Buddhas.

Song Yiqing in the early Ming Dynasty didn't know that the real danger had come, and at this moment, she was immersed in the stars holding the moon.

Her heroic deeds were widely reported in the media, and the name began to spread among the public.

People have praised her as a hero, and some even regard her as a modern-day "chivalrous woman".

This matter continued to ferment, causing a butterfly effect, and someone learned that she had opened a cloth shop, so the crowd flocked to it.

Orders from cloth shops began to pour in, increasing several times compared to before.

The storefront, which originally had little customer flow, is now full of merchants and merchants.

Secretary Zhang kept answering the phone, and the cooperation intention in the notebook was written page after page.

Putting down the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of the gap to quickly drink two sips of water.

His eyes smiled like crescents, and he couldn't close his mouth at all.

"Director Song! You don't know, now our orders have increased several times! According to this situation, in less than a year, our cloth shop will definitely be the largest cloth shop in the city! ”

Song Yiqing was in a trance, she didn't expect her actions last night to bring such a big benefit.

Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"If the order can't be received, don't hard-connect, we must ensure both efficiency and quality."

It is the time for Roche cloth to establish a good reputation, and they must do a good job of reputation.

Good word-of-mouth can last long.