"Sir, do you know what this place is?"
Qing Moyan looked up and looked around. "Oh, what is this place?"
The bow-tie man in "Phantom of the Opera Nightclub" had a bad complexion, followed by four bodyguards who also squeezed into the bag. "There are really few people who dare to make trouble here."
"Now there is one" green ink yan laughs at.
The bow tie man’s face turned cold instantly. "This gentleman doesn’t mind going out with us to have a good talk, otherwise there are ladies here and I don’t think you want to scare them."
Green ink yan happy to jilt to coat up from the sand.
LingXiao day just ready to listen to the green ink yan way "you stay".
He sat back and watched Si Cong Fei go out with Qing Mo Yan.
"The atmosphere is so scary" Han month clap breast Chen way
RuXiaoNan looked at her chest and forced herself to look away.
The door was closed, but there were two bodyguards at the door. They stared at the sand coldly and several people seemed to be on guard against them.
Ling Xiaotian picked up the table and left a bottle of red wine.
"It may take a long time. Would you like to try it?" He asked Su Baitong
"What kind of wine is this?" Han yuewen
"Wine" Ling Xiaotian also poured a glass for Han Yue.
RuXiaoNan just want to mouth was lingxiaotian refuted "you don’t want to"
He always remembers accompanying her to the bar to meet Chaosroid. As a result, she was so drunk that he was dumped by a green ink knife.
"Please bring this … lady a glass of juice" LingXiao said to the door with two bodyguards.
Two bodyguards look at each other. They’re not waiters. They won’t be pushed around.
However, at the moment when they looked at each other, they suddenly couldn’t move.
Lingxiao day faint fire on the bottom of the eyes raised my hand against the broken glass fragments of the carpet and flew straight over the necks of two people.
Two people eyes turned silent fell to the ground.
"Is it dead?" RuXiaoNan worry to ask
"No," Ling Xiaotian chuckled, "It’s just that they hit the acupuncture points and fainted."
Su Baitong’s eyes rested on Lingxiao’s face
Ling Xiaotian noticed that his wife was worried about bending the peach blossom path. "My eyes are fine." He got up and went to the door and locked the door, then pushed the sand on one side to block the door.
After all this, he tied up the two bodyguards who had fainted.
"Well," he made a gesture to RuXiaoNan RuXiaoNan hurriedly picked up the phone and sent a message to QingMo Yan’s mobile phone.
A secluded corridor in Phantom Night Club
Blue ink yan a kick backwards bow tie man take out a cellular phone.
Seeing the news from Ru Xiaonan, a big smiling face flickered and blew a kiss at him.
Green ink yan corners of the mouth tick tick away the phone.
"It’s time to start work"
Si Yan Fei let go and threw the bodyguard in his hand to the ground.
Two people tandem across the corridor never forced the floor.
There were two men in suits on the stairs. They looked at Qing Mo Yan and Si Yan in amazement.
"Two gentlemen, this floor is closed to the outside world … blare …"
Si Yan Fei punched each other in the abdomen.
Another man stayed away from them. Before Si Yan Fei made his second shot, the king of the method had emerged from behind the man and the tail hook directly stabbed the man in the neck.
"Eat clean" green ink Yan to the method of king.
He has always been merciless when RuXiaoNan can’t see him.
Even if his opponent is an ordinary person, he will never leave the other side a chance to fight back.
Method of the king is still in situ munching two people have come to the end of a room along the east corridor.
Blue ink yan knocked on the door.
An impatient man "came in" rang out from the door.
Blue ink yan twist the door handle at the same time to Si Yan Fei ordered a head.
The door slammed and the first one broke in and put down a bodyguard at the door side.
The other man pulled out a gun and caught the other hand with the gun body in a backhand.
Before Linlai, Qing Moyan specially explained to him the weapons of this era, and also found Xuanji to bring him several guns to demonstrate.