The singer played and sang in the corner, the song paused, and the sound of the pipa never ended.

A song "Ambush on All Sides".

The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns.

A second ago, Qiang Biao was still majestic, and as soon as the pipa sounded, the man in the white shirt who seemed calm and lazy had already punched Qiang Biao's soft underbelly.

This punch is full of great strength, without any skills, only pure bao power.

Straightforward and bloody.

The latter was caught off guard, and the whole person flew out upside down and fell to the ground, his chest was stuffy, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

One punch to the point.

Qiang Biao fought back with all his strength, fist to fist, leg and leg, every blow went straight to the point.

Ling Yicheng's face was calm.

He grabbed Qiangbiao's neck with one hand and punched hard with the other!

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

The blow made Qiangbiao's cheeks deformed, the flesh trembled and the bones moved, and the fists hit the flesh with a muffled sound, the kind of pain made even the blood and bones burn, not to mention the flesh on the body.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

Even the few hall masters who crawled out of the pile of flesh and blood were stunned.

The bao power that Ling Yicheng has is the bao power that he has been used to since he was a child, which is quite ordinary and very calm.

By strength alone, by instinct alone.

The last elbow hit Qiang Biao's forehead hard, only to hear a "bang", Qiang Biao fell to the ground, and the pain was so painful that his chest was about to tear, but he no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

Ling Yicheng finally stopped.

Naturally, he also suffered a lot of injuries, and bright red blood stains crisscrossed his body.

He stood up, took the handkerchief handed by others, wiped the blood on his shirt, and couldn't wipe it off, he simply took off his white shirt and wore only a thin vest.

casually threw the bloody white shirt to Qiang Biao's side.

Only then did he say lightly: "Come on a cigarette." ”

The cigarette was handed over for a while, and Chen Liang, the master of the Flying Tiger Hall, personally lit the fire for him.

In the quiet air, there was the clatter of gears, and the fire went up and down.

Half of Ling Yicheng's face was hidden in the shadows, and the slender cigarette was between his lips, secretly trembling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.

He took a deep breath of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, the white mist slowly melting into the night.

With a cigarette in his hand, he squinted around and asked in a faint voice, "Is anyone else coming?" ”

The moonlight shone and hit his broad back.

His current expression and the performance just now made it impossible to ignore the chill behind this sentence.

Calm but defiant eyes.

All the hall masters seemed to be shocked by his heroic momentum, and their hearts couldn't help but be shocked.

The sound of the lute sounded again.

has been replaced with an elegant, soothing and warm tune "Xunyang Night Moon", like a spring night breeze, gentle and gentle people's hearts.

Old Man Lin had a faint smile on his face.

Even when he beats people, he looks like a young master.

I really didn't see the wrong person.

After this battle, Ling Yicheng at least superficially won the approval of the gang.

Of course, in addition to fists, Ling Yicheng is more of a good brain, and the means are enough.

He did put a lot of thought into it, in the final analysis, it was nothing more than the word profit was said and done, and the desires and fears of the subordinates were listened to.

promised a future that did not exist, before the police closed the net, Ling Yicheng took two more large orders, and brought some quite reasonable benefits to each hall.

Ling Yicheng didn't leave a cent for himself, he spent a lot of money and scattered it all.

Comparable to the Best Charity Honorary Gentleman on Hong Kong Island.

Hong Kong Island is expensive, it is not easy for ordinary people to live, and it is even more difficult for them to mix on the road!

Jianghu is the best at bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, and seeing the benefits and opening the eyes.

In less than a month's effort, everyone from top to bottom inside and outside already knew that Old Man Lin was half a grandson when Ling Sheng was born.

Ling Sheng is smart and motivated, he will do things, he will do things without leakage, he is righteous enough to do things, and he is ruthless and decisive enough, and he can get resources and profits that no one can get.

From then on, he is the right-hand man recognized by Mr. Lin, and he is also the person who will speak of "Yilin" in the future.

These people who are used to the darkness are easy to handle, but Ling Yicheng also feels that something is wrong in private.

Old Man Lin's various performances are a little strange.

is obviously an old guy as cunning as the old man, but after a period of contact, Lin Liang seems to be a little more sincere than the old man to him.

From this point of view, Lin Liangqi's old and spicy rivers and lakes are probably better than the old man.

The happiest is Lin Manrong.

With Old Man Lin in charge, Ling Yicheng will change her court sooner or later and become something in her pocket, and she is determined to win.

Just thinking about it, my heart is so flooded that I can't restrain myself.

No matter how shrewd and scheming a woman is, once she falls into the whirlpool of feelings, her IQ is easy to decline.

Lin Manrong smiled all day long, and was more casual and bold towards Ling Yicheng than before.

All day long, with exquisite makeup, tight-fitting dresses or cheongsam, all slit to the root of his thighs, a pair of snow-white straight long legs dangled in front of his eyes, and his eyes stopped directly on Ling Yicheng.

If it weren't for the fact that she still wanted to leave the last bit of "seduction", Lin Manrong would have been able to push Ling Yicheng directly on the bed.

Ling Yicheng finally stopped completely turning a blind eye to this woman.

"Relationship" with her in a real and false, deep and shallow, in the name of "taking on the pressure" for her.

It also seems to be well versed in the duties of a "boyfriend".

Ling Yicheng finally knew how thick his skin was.

He wants to "pretend to be a grandson" and "be a licking dog......

Tenacious and unyielding, endure into gold.

It's just that no matter how thick the skin is, there is a limit, and the smell of perfume on this woman's body gives him a headache day by day.

What kind of bee and butterfly he hadn't seen before?

Unexpectedly, I met Lin Manrong, a big fluttering moth, who came over to flap its wings.

Ling Yicheng felt a chill.

I can't hide for the sake of the mission.

I'm about to shut myself up.

seems to have been forced into a "desperate situation", Ling Yicheng really can't bear this woman swaggering in front of his eyes every day.

After thinking about it, I don't know what he said to Mr. Lin, Lin Manrong was sent back to the capital by Mr. Lin to close the Laguna Entertainment Center, which suffered serious losses.

Compared with "pretending to be a grandson" and "being a licking dog", Ling Yicheng would rather hide next to Mr. Lin and "pretend to be a grandson".

Hong Kong Island Airport, Lin Manrong is reluctant.

At this time, she had already developed an unprecedented dependence on Ling Yicheng.

Although I still can't understand him.

I can't see clearly, I can't touch it, I can't open it, I can't get in.

"I don't want to go to the capital, I just want to be with you." Lin Manrong's still coquettish tone wrapped her arms around the man's waist.

Ling Yicheng wore a casual and casual outfit, with a slightly open neckline of a black shirt revealing the sexiness between the collarbones. The red rope around his neck made his neck look more slender and straight.

Lin Manrong couldn't help but look at it twice.

Ling Yicheng pleases a woman with his hand, as long as he is willing to put his heart to work, three or two sentences are enough to move an already beating heart.