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Chapter 143 There is going to be an accident

Ji Hang drove hard in front and said: "Master Cat, you squeeze behind me, come on, use your strength—"

"Okay, you'd better get out of the way, when you squeeze in, all the fights will be over."

Wen Miao looked at his strenuous effort, and couldn't stand it any longer. She lifted him aside, then casually touched a cup on the small round wooden table next to her, and smashed it on the ground.

The movement was not too loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of the nearby people who ate melons.

Ji Hang also turned around, and suddenly found that Wen Miao had an extra Swiss Army knife in his hand, and he didn't know where she got it from.

The Swiss Army Knife is not big, about the length of a finger, but it is really bluffing when it is lit up. The spotlight from the bar is projected on it, reflecting a kind of cold light
Ji Hang swallowed his saliva. He originally wanted to say, "Master Cat, calm down. I don't think it's time to use a knife." But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the Swiss Army Knife being played by Wen Miao. It turned three times neatly between her slender fingers, and then with a "ding", it went straight into the small round wooden table in front of her.

"..."

Ji Hang's mouth successfully opened into an "O" shape.

The little saber pierced into the table.

He suspected that if Wen Miao tried harder, the small round wooden table might be directly pierced by her.

This hand was exposed, and the effect was extremely significant. The nearby onlookers gasped in unison, looking at Wen Miao as if they had seen a ghost.

Only then did Wen Miao ask very politely: "Excuse me, can you make way for me?"

"..."

of course can.

It was useless for Wen Miao to speak again, and the onlookers immediately retreated to the two sides, fearing that if he moved too slowly, the Swiss army knife would be stuck in his head in the next second.

Ji Hang was going crazy: "No, Master Cat, where did you get this thing???"

It is obviously an ordinary gadget used as a decoration, why is it so dangerous in her hands?

"I don't know whose it is, I just took it on the table." Wen Miao looked quite calm, pulled out the Swiss Army knife again, and put it back in its original place, "I'll just borrow it."

"..."

It is estimated that the owner of the knife saw this scene and began to doubt life.

"Why are you still standing there?" Wen Miao raised her chin towards the path that was left in front, "Let's go."

"..."

Ji Hang wiped the sweat off his forehead and hurriedly followed.

He doesn't know if calling Wen Miao over here is a definite decision. He always feels that this little ancestor is similar to their Boss Shen in his bones, and he has the kind of temperament that is not afraid of anything.

It's really hard to say whether it's to persuade a fight or to cheer.

Squeezing in from the crowd, the field of vision suddenly widened.

You can see everything in front of you.

The bar was in a mess, all kinds of large and small pieces of glass rolled all over the floor, it was hard to tell whether it was a broken wine bottle or a goblet, the display rack of the wine cabinet that originally held the wine had been overturned on the ground, and the glass on it The alcohol was scattered all over the place, and the air was full of a strong smell of alcohol.

Shen Jiayu stood in front of the bar.

On the opposite side were two men and a woman who looked unfamiliar.

The short boy was protecting the woman with a pale face, while the one in the black sweater was facing Shen Jiayu across a crumbling glass table, with a bit of surprise in his childish eyes.

The two teenagers are not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and they look very similar to women.

It seems to be siblings.

Wen Miao frowned slightly, quickly glanced around, and quickly fixed her gaze on Shen Jiayu.

I don't know if he was injured by the splashed glass shards, but there was a thin bloodstain on the side of his face, and tiny drops of blood seeped out from the wound little by little.

There are a few waiter brothers who have been affected by innocence, just took off the tuxedo on their bodies, and shook the glass shards on it with one hand.

The conflict seems to have come to an end.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on the scene. The melon-eaters didn't know what they saw just now or were frightened by something, and they all stood in place, looking as quiet as chickens.

I was afraid that I would become the fish in the pond that was affected by the burning city gate.

In the hushed silence, Shen Jiayu tilted his head, and his slender, pale fingers lightly brushed the wound on the side of his face.

The wound was thin and long, just outside the corner of his eye.

Still oozing blood little by little.

As if he didn't feel the pain, he just glanced at it lightly, raised his wrist slightly, and his eyes fell on his fingertips.

The pale skin against the crimson blood was particularly dazzling.

Shen Jiayu's black eyes drooped slightly, and he stared at it for a moment, then tilted his head and gently licked away the bright red blood on his fingertips, and suddenly smiled, with a dark and indiscernible arc drawn from the end of his long and narrow eyes.

Three points gentle, seven points cool.

Wen Miao's heart suddenly jumped.

Not good.

Wen Miao felt that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, in the next second, Shen Jiayu moved his hand without warning.

The "black sweater" brother was completely ashamed of his strong physique, and was thrown heavily on the glass table below without any resistance. dull sound.

The melon-eating crowd were like sea water at low tide, and they moved back two steps in unison.

The glass table was not strong in the first place, and when it fell, the table could no longer support it, and it was successfully torn apart with a loud "crash".

Shards of glass were flying everywhere.

Exclamations rang out.

Shen Jiayu turned a deaf ear to it, just smiled casually, leaned over and whispered in his ear slowly: "Honey, be obedient, or I'll send you to meet your father."

The voice is gentle and cool, but there is an irrepressible surlyness in the voice.

No one dared to doubt the truth of his words.

That scene just now explained everything.

The little brother in the "black sweater" still shivered when he was dizzy.

"elder brother--!"

Frightened, the boy next to him shouted out his voice and was stunned. The boy rushed forward, trying to drag his brother back.

But Shen Jiayu pinched his arm behind his back.

The young man staggered, his feet were unsteady and he fell to the ground, his palms were pressed against the broken glass on the ground, and blood soon spilled out from between his fingers.

Shen Jiayu looked down at him for a moment, then slowly squatted down: "Another one?"

Ji Hang next to him hesitated, as if he wanted to step forward to stop him, but Wen Miao raised his hand to stop him from moving forward, and only whispered: "No need to go, he has a sense of propriety."

Ji Hang: "...?"

(End of this chapter)