Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings.

Chapter 209 0209 [Death Young]

The braided man just raised his knife, and before he could slash at Du Yongxiao, Du Yongxiao had already pulled out his gun from the closet.

The gun was placed in the closet without even wearing a holster. After Du Yongxiao caught it, he loaded it directly!

Click!

The firing pin made a crisp sound.

Point the gun at the braided man's head.

boom!
A shot went off.

The braided man held a machete and stood still.

For a moment—
With a sway, he fell backwards holding the machete!

Pong!
On the spot.

"Killed!"

"Dead!"

There was constant screaming in the locker room.

Du Yongxiao was panting, holding the gun, with veins on his forehead, looking at the motionless man with braids on the ground.

Until the sound of footsteps outside.

Hu Xuyong, Baliang Jin and the others arrived.

Looking at the braided man on the ground, and then at Du Yongxiao standing there holding a gun in both hands, gasping for breath.

"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Hu Xuyong stepped forward and asked.

Du Yongxiao breathed out, "It's okay!" Then he pointed to the little dazed boy lying on the ground, "He saved me, take him to the hospital!"

"Okay, Brother Xiao!"

Hu Xuyong asked people to help Xiao Mihuo to leave.

Turning around, he asked Du Yongxiao: "Do you want to go to the hospital too?"

"I'm going to the hospital? No, I have an important appointment!" Du Yongxiao clenched his revolver tightly, his eyes were dark, "I'm going to meet that broken tooth!"

……

Ruyi Building, Begonia Hall.

The "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture" is hung in the most conspicuous place.

"Old Ding, why do you have time to come here today?" The owner of the restaurant is the younger brother of Beng Yacai's club, and he brought people over for dinner when he saw Beng Ya.

"I've made an appointment, let's have a meal!" Beng Ya said with airs.

"If you had said earlier, I would have reserved a better room for you."

"This Begonia Hall is pretty good too!" Beng Yacai looked at the picture of Begonias with his hands behind his back, and said tastefully: "I especially like this painting, the artistic conception is good, Begonias sleep in spring, people are more beautiful than flowers."

"Old Ding is really sharp, he can see through the artistic conception of this painting at a glance." The boss gave a thumbs up before he broke his teeth.

Beng Ya is used to being flattered, and feels very comfortable.

The boss asked the staff to help Beng Ya prepare fruit, snacks, and clean the tea set.

Beng Yacai's "Three Generals of Sangmen" followed, and Sang Biao stayed beside Beng Yacai to protect him; Sang Bo and Sanggou were outside, closely guarding.

Not long after the boss went outside, he personally brought a little girl who sang over, leaned forward and said to Beng Ya, "This little girl is pretty good, she has a beautiful voice!"

Beng Yacai was originally an old pervert. Hearing this, he looked at the little girl, only to see that she was wearing double buns. She was at most sixteen or seventeen years old. Standing outside the door of the private room with a pipa in his arms, he looks timid.

"Not bad, really good." Beng Yacai stared at the little girl without moving his eyes.

"Old man wants to listen to your singing, why don't you hurry up and thank you?" the boss scolded.

"Thank you!" The little girl squatted down to salute Beng Ya first, and then said timidly.Although the voice is very small, it has a natural and soft taste.

This little girl is newly recruited by the restaurant. According to her, she does not sell herself as a performer, because the family lacks money and has three younger siblings to support, and her mother suffers from lung disease, coughing and taking medicine all day long, so she had to give up. Show your face.

Seeing that Beng Yacai was older than her father, and seeing him staring at her lewdly, the little girl looked a little frightened.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen is good, it's in bud, like a flower bud." Beng Ya took an apple from the fruit plate, rubbed it casually on his hand, then clicked and took a bite, "How much money do you make this day? "

"Sometimes more, sometimes less."

"Most?"

"One hundred at most." The little girl said, "It's mainly the rewards from the guests."

Beng Ya nodded, "I know this. You usually have one yuan for short tunes and three yuan for long tunes. 100 yuan is enough for you to sing more than 30 long tunes——"

While talking, Beng Ya took out three hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and hung them on the table, "See if you can bear it, let's sing a song first."

The boss hurriedly urged the girl: "Look how lucky you are, 300 yuan, it's all yours when it's done! Why don't you hurry up and start work?"

The little girl walked over quickly, saluted Beng Ya again, and then sat on the bench for actors in the corner. She didn't rush to start, but waited for the waiter to make the tea, and then went out and closed the door from the outside. Only then did he stretch out his hands and ten fingers, bouncing up and down on the pipa.

Beng Ya narrowed his eyes, sat on the seat, ate an apple and said, "Let me think about it, what should I sing? Yes, I am in a good mood today, help me sing "Emperor Flower"."

"Uh, how come—" the little girl was taken aback.

"Emperor Flower" is a famous Cantonese opera, but the content is rather bleak, and few guests would order this song when entertaining guests.

"Okay, boss!"

The little girl responded softly,
Immediately the pipa sounded, and Beng Ya tapped on his legs to match the tune.

After the prelude was finished like flowing water, the girl opened her lips and said in a soft and long voice: "Falling flowers cover the sky to cover the moonlight. Let me borrow a cup to recommend you to the Fengtai Terrace. The emperor's daughter flowers are fragrant with tears. I wish to thank my parents after my death... "

"Okay! Well done!" Beng Ya opened his eyes, "This song of yours fits my mood! Someone is going to hit the street, and this is the day, I want to thank the sky for the wine, and the sky has opened his eyes now! "

When the little girl heard this, she was about to continue singing when Beng Ya said: "Stop singing, come here and have a word with me!"

The little girl was a little timid, but she had no choice but to stand up and walk towards this old man who was older than her father.

"Come closer, why are you scared?" Beng Ya had a smirk on his face.

The little girl had to bite her lip and took another step forward.

"That's right, I won't eat you again!" Beng Ya stretched out his hand and pulled the little girl onto his lap.

"No!" the little girl exclaimed.

"No need? I am in a good mood today, as long as you serve me comfortably, three hundred and five hundred will not be a problem!"

Beng Ya just wanted to make a move, but the little girl avoided him.

"Ma De, don't be ignorant of compliments!" Beng Ya was angry, "I think you are lucky, don't make unnecessary struggles!" As he spoke, he tried his best to pull the little girl into his arms.

"Come on, you and I celebrate, celebrate the untimely death of that one—"

As soon as Beng Ya spoke, he heard someone at the door say: "Who died young?"

While speaking, the door opened.

Sang Bo and Sang Gou who were guarding the door were pushed in with a gun pointed at their heads. Behind them, Hu Xiyong and Ba Liang Jin surrounded Du Yongxiao, majestic and majestic.

"Master, you are in a good mood. When you visit the pier, you can visit the pier, and you are still in the mood to crush the begonias with pear blossoms!" Du Yongxiao smiled.

Beng Ya was so shocked that he couldn't believe his eyes.

Sang Biao, who was in charge of protecting Beng Yacai in the room, was about to draw his gun when a gun was pointed at his head: "Be careful!"

Looking at that person again, it was the little girl who was playing the pipa just now.

At this moment, the little girl was smiling, not as timid as before.

She looked at Du Yongxiao and said, "Report sir, Huang Ying is reporting to you!"

(End of this chapter)