Half past eleven in the evening.

Yan Qingluo's red Porsche appeared at the door of Shengru Xiahua.

She planned to make a surprise inspection to see what was hidden in Liu Bincheng's bad debts.

But as soon as she got out of the car, she realized that something was not quite right.

The gate was closed, and the security guard at the door was gone.

As soon as Yan Qingluo pushed the door open, stepped into Shengru Xiahua, and saw a few people lying in the corridor.

Further inside, every few meters, a man dressed in black, resembling a thug, stood straight with his hands folded in front of him, leaning against the corridor.

An ominous premonition permeated my heart.

Life is like a summer flower, and it is clearly occupied by someone.

Yan Qingluo was still expressionless, calm and calm, and walked inside as if nothing had happened.

The hall was quiet, except for the sound of her high heels on the floor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she scanned the surroundings, where a group of PR waiters were forced into a corner, gathered together, guarded by three men in black.

At this time, she heard Jiang Ziyu behind her say in a very low voice, "Miss, there is a situation inside, be careful." ”

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and the familiar feeling of battle returned.

Inexplicably a little excited.

Yan Qingluo walked calmly all the way to the manager's office.

The door was ajar, and when I pushed it open, there was a lot of slaughter in the room.

Yoo Bincheng's wrists were wrapped around a brown striped tie and tied behind his back, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, his head being stomped on the table by a middle-aged man in a floral shirt.

Flower Shirt was grinning and spitting and counting the bills in his hand.

Yan Qingluo understood at a glance that Liu Bincheng was a gambler, and this was a person who chased gambling debts.

"Give me the money to put it down!" The frosty expression on Yan Qingluo's face made her whole person look a little ruthless.

The action of the flower shirt paused, and he was counting the money on Xing's head, when he was suddenly disturbed, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

He slowly raised his head and glanced intently at the girl in front of him.

With long hair and a shawl, his face is like a flower, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are like a slight.

It's very imposing, but it's still too tender!

"Down? Whose money do you think this is? The flower shirt grinned.

"Hmph, I'll say it again, put it down!" The cold aura on Yan Qingluo's body was even stronger.

Hua Shirt raised his head and laughed, looking at the little girl in front of him with a playful face, "This is the money that Manager Liu gave me, why should I put it down!" ”

"That's not the money you can take." Yan Qingluo's momentum matched her immature face, and it was not against the peace.

"Are you here to tell a joke to Lao Tzu? These are not enough, there is still a gap of 190,000, do you want to pay it back for him? If you don't have cash, you can swipe your card or transfer money. Hua Shirt counted the accounts by herself, and didn't pay attention to the yellow-haired little girl in front of her at all.

"Closed today, go close." Yan Qingluo has the momentum of a queen.

Jiang Ziyu closed the door very obediently and walked back behind Yan Qingluo.

There was a sarcastic smile on Flower Shirt's face, "Is this going to be a fight?" ”

It's simply the biggest joke ever.

There are more than 20 of them, and they come to this kind of place to ask for debts, and how can they do it without bringing enough men.

And Yan Qingluo and Jiang Ziyu are only two people, and one of them is a yellow-haired girl who looks underage.

Yan Qingluo completely ignored the superfluous expression of the flower shirt, bent down slightly, and tore his skirt with a "bang".

After all, it's really inconvenient to fight in tight skirts.

Jiang Ziyu wrapped his coat around her waist as fast as he could, so as not to go naked.

"Jiang Ziyu." Yan Qingluo only shouted three words, and Jiang Ziyu understood Yan Qingluo's meaning in seconds, and the two of them started almost synchronously.

Yan Qingluo picked up a wine bottle casually and slammed it towards the top of the flower shirt's head.

The shards of crystal glass burst out like colorful sparks under the illumination of colorful lights, like the opening flowers, arrogant and dazzling.

The flower shirt was a little stunned by this sudden blow, but then reacted that this was indeed going to be a fight.

His men all rushed up when they heard the noise.

For a moment, the crackling sound of broken wine bottles, the clatter of tables and chairs being pushed down, and the heart-rending screams of men were mixed up.

In less than fifteen minutes, with the smell of all kinds of alcohol and the faint smell of blood in the air, more than two dozen people, led by Hua Shirt, all fell.

Some fainted on the ground, some curled up in a ball and groaned, and some hid under the table and did not dare to come out......

Yan Qingluo stood up with a fragment of a wine bottle slowly dripping blood embedded in his fingers, his delicate face was as cold as ice, and his body was full of murderous aura, like a flower of hell, blooming unbridledly.

Jiang Ziyu squatted down silently, picked up the cash scattered on the ground one by one, and handed it to Yan Qingluo, a lot of points.

Yan Qingluo took the money and shook it in front of his shirt, and said with a smile, "Whose money do you think this is!" ”

Then Yan Qingluo walked up to Liu Bincheng, who asked for mercy, slapped him hard, and threw out the fragments of the wine bottle in his hand.

A wound appeared on Liu Bincheng's face, and bright red blood dripped down the wound.

Liu Bincheng was slapped blindly, he didn't expect Yan Qingluo to be so ruthless.

"Little Four, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, spare me."

The thin figure turned against the light, casting a pitch-black shadow on Yan Qingluo's face.

The dense eyelashes blocked the dim and obscure light under her eyes, and as soon as her palm loosened, a wad of banknotes was scattered in front of Liu Bincheng.

A cold and hoarse voice slowly flowed out from the thin lips that opened and closed, "This money, reward you, and it will have nothing to do with you in the future, get out!" ”

Yan Qingluo turned around and walked to the door, glancing at Xiao Shun who was leaning against the corner of the corridor.

The blood on his head ran down his white cheeks, and his body was also stained with blood, and it was obvious that he had resisted desperately.

"Jiang Ziyu, call the police, call an ambulance."

"Yes."

Yan Qingluo took out a tissue from the bar counter on the side, wiped his hands carefully, and then stepped on high heels like a queen and walked out of Shengru Xia Hua.

Jiang Ziyu followed within a step behind her, like a loyal guard.

The next day, Yan Qingluo went to the hospital to visit Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun's injury was not light, and he needed to stay in the hospital for a few days.

Yan Qingluo looked at his thin arms and legs being bandaged like zongzi, and couldn't help but make up the picture of him being beaten.

This fine skin and tender meat, I don't know if it will leave a scar.

"You...... Helpless? Yan Qingluo suddenly spoke.

Xiao Shun, as a man, was a little embarrassed to be asked so suddenly.

"Ah...... Well...... Also ...... No, I ...... The ability to protect oneself is still there. ”

"Now it seems that there is obviously not."

"Ah, I ......"

"Do you need a bodyguard?"

"That's not necessary, this kind of thing doesn't happen every day, besides, don't we have security guards in the store?"

Hearing him say this, Yan Qingluo didn't force it anymore, "Then you take good care of your injuries, return to life like a summer flower, and promote you to be a manager." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Shun's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yan Qingluo ignored him and turned to leave.