I killed the film and television world

Chapter 417 Pick up the money

Near evening

Song Ren arrived at the New World Nightclub alone in advance.

The venue here is not small, and it can be considered quite upscale in the surrounding area.

There are bars, booths, private rooms, and a lively dance floor...

At this time, the nightclub had just opened.

But on the street, a considerable number of gangsters have gathered.

This group of people gathered in twos and threes.

The total number is about three to five hundred.

Most of them were wandering on the sidewalks, making the sidewalks, which were usually spacious, seem a bit crowded.

The gangsters gathered around were either smoking and chatting together, or just hanging around.

There were also people sitting on the sidewalk fence with lunch boxes in hand, eating their meals intently.

There's a sense of impending storm here, it's too lively.

Wait until Song Ren entered the nightclub.

The dim light of the revelry enveloped the entire hall, and all around it was chaotic and noisy sounds of all kinds.

There was also a dynamic dance music mixed in among the various sounds.

Deep and deep tones continued to flow out from the speakers:

In the crowd, there are you and me!

Meet, get to know, and learn from each other...

Song Ren walked to the bar alone and sat down in an empty seat.

There are already quite a few people here.

Men and women were swaying their bodies wildly on the dance floor to the rhythmic music.

Under those dim colored lights, the smell of boiling hormones was everywhere, and the smell was already quite strong.

However, Gui Lixiong doesn't seem to be here...

When Song Ren was searching among the crowd, a playful female voice came from the side:

"Uncle, you are old and you are imitating young people. You actually come here to have fun. Can your body really bear it?"

Song Ren turned around when he heard this.

The one who was making the joke was a young woman in her mid-twenties.

His clothes and appearance were both good, and he was looking at me curiously with his big eyes.

After all, the people who came to such places in the past were basically young people, and it was rare to see older people coming in.

Especially Song Ren’s current identity—the old ninth uncle.

In fact, when he came in, he was looked at curiously and even ridiculed by many people.

However, these voices were soon immersed in music and the swing of hormones.

Song Ren leaned against the bar, his eyes still looking elsewhere. In response to the woman's words, he just said casually: "Uncle? Do I look old?"

The playful woman covered her mouth and laughed, "Why, are you saying that my eyesight is bad? Then can you tell me, how old are you this year?"

"I'm eighteen years old." Song Ren just said it perfunctorily, but his eyes suddenly focused.

It fell directly on a graceful woman with short black hair who was walking back from the dance floor.

There is a very obvious cold temperament about the other person.

She was wearing a brown waisted miniskirt and black stockings.

Along the way, there is a smell of a model catwalk.

The playful woman was originally laughing so hard because of Song Ren's casual remark just now.

But when he saw Song Ren at this moment, he suddenly stared at his friend, and he felt a little unhappy.

Although she is young and beautiful, she often serves as a foil when she goes out with her friends.

This time, even an old man is like this!
The playful woman stopped laughing and said in a playful tone, "Uncle, I didn't realize you have such high standards. That pretty girl is my friend Erica, and she is also the chief model of our advertising company."

Model?

Song Ren repeated the word in his heart.

If the other person is still a model, then it should not be the time for the banana spirit to possess her.

It seems that the plot of Elf Transformation has just begun.

Erica came over and the playful woman greeted her.

Then they introduced each other in a familiar manner, but their tone was as playful as always:
"My friend Erica."

"This one is an old man who just turned eighteen."

Erica was about to light a cigarette when she heard this, but was stunned for a moment.

Then he glanced at Song Ren, thinking that he was just using this self-deprecating way to attract other people's attention.

So she simply nodded to Song Ren and didn't say anything more.

And Song Ren had no intention of communicating with him.

Although this woman is good-looking, she is all show and no substance.

In the Elf Transformation, the opponent is much wilder than the simpler Banana Elf.

She is not only a frequent visitor to nightclubs, but most importantly, she is also a drug addict.

Since she is not one of the targets, the banana spirit, then the heroine in the movie has no interest for him to continue contacting her.

The two sides just look down on each other.

……

The two women sat next to each other, each ordered a glass of beer, chatted quietly while drinking, and laughed from time to time.

Song Ren sat nearby but did not participate. Instead, he waited quietly for the prey to appear.

At this time, two men walked into the dance floor.

The person who came was slightly taller.

One is a white-skinned ghost with blond hair and brown eyes.

One is a well-mannered young man with short hair.

They both obviously took a fancy to Erica, who had a first-class appearance, figure, and a great temperament.

They squeezed in from the left and right.

The short-haired young man took out a thousand Hong Kong dollars from his wallet and handed it to the customer on Erica's side: "Sir, can we change seats?"

That man is quite tactful.

He had just tried to strike up a conversation, but Erica was very cool and ignored him completely.

Since it's impossible to seduce the girl, I can change my position and get a thousand yuan, so of course she is happy to do that.

On the other side of the two women, Song Ren also heard the words of the white-skinned foreigner while he was thinking about something.

Although the other party's words were a little halting, his meaning was clear: "Uncle, one hundred yuan, change seats."

Song Ren didn't care.

But when he was about to stand up, he suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh? Didn't they say one thousand yuan over there?"

They are all seats, why do they become 100 yuan when they come to me?

The white-skinned foreigner was not afraid of strangers at all. He smiled naturally and then said in a strange and rhythmic tone: "You Chinese, are all so greedy?"

After saying this, he put the hundred yuan into his pocket and took out another thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Song Ren ignored him for the time being, because he caught a glimpse of a thin figure in his peripheral vision.

The man seemed to be the lost younger brother of Gui Lixiong.

And Erica has always been his client.

Song Ren prepared to go over and take a look.

He stood up from his seat, and before leaving, he turned around and retorted to the foreigner: "We are still far behind you white ghosts."

After saying that, he went to take the thousand yuan.

But the foreigner let go of his hand in advance with a smile on his face.

Let the one thousand Hong Kong dollars fall to the ground.

The ghost shrugged and apologized: "I'm so sorry, old man, my hand slipped."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Song Ren, but started chatting up the playful woman next to him in a somewhat arrogant tone.

The playful woman frowned. She hated this foreigner a little.

Although the other party has deep facial features, tall stature, and a very good appearance, there is always an arrogance that cannot be concealed in his words and deeds.

The woman subconsciously looked at Song Ren.

But she saw that the old man did not pick up the thousand-yuan note on the ground, which made her eyes light up. Then she saw him smiling faintly at her.

The playful woman was a little stunned.

I somehow felt that the eyebrows and eyes on this face seemed a little dazzling. It was clearly just an old man!

What am I thinking about.

The next moment, a gentle voice came into my ears.

"Pretty girl, can you lend me this beer?"

There was a hint of refusality in Song Ren's chuckled tone.

The playful woman almost subconsciously handed the beer, which she had already taken two sips of, to Song Ren.

Song Ren took the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, holding up the crystal clear carved wine glass, he suddenly smiled and said, "This wine tastes really good."

Playful woman: "Really? I think so too."

The ghost guy next to him looked gloomy. He was interrupted in the process of chatting. He couldn't help but turn his head, and his tone was already a little impatient:
"Uncle, here's the money. Pick it up and hold it. The door is over there!"

Song Ren turned his head and looked at him.

A hint of ink gradually rose in those deep eyes.

Then, he made a seemingly inexplicable complaint: "In this land, the most disgusting people are indeed you arrogant white ghosts."

The ghost man's face immediately showed a little irritation, and he stood up with a dark face: "Walter?!"

Damn you!

The last bit of smile in Song Ren's eyes disappeared completely.

He suddenly raised the large carved wine glass and smashed it hard on the foreigner's head!
Bang!
The carved wine glass was like a hammer, and its thick cup base hit the foreigner's forehead accurately!

The foreigner didn't even have time to react, his knees thumped and he fell to the ground.

In an instant, several streaks of bright red, warm blood oozed from his forehead.

For a moment, all the foreigners were stunned.

Even the pain was temporarily forgotten, and he knelt down in front of Song Ren in a daze.

At the same time, the dull sound just now also made the originally bustling dance floor gradually quiet down.

This also includes the playful woman next to her who was covering her mouth with a look of surprise.

As well as the foreigner companion who was chatting with Erica, they looked at this side in complete surprise at this moment.

Especially the bottom of the carved wine glass was surprisingly thick enough.

In this way, not only did it not break, but it also dyed the bottom of the cup red.

Sticky blood continued to fall slowly from the bottom of the wine glass.

This scene inevitably makes people speechless.

I just felt that the old man in front of me was extremely fierce!

At this time, Song Ren was looking down from above.

The foreigner kneeling in front of him was still trembling.

Song Ren still held the carved wine glass in his hand.

His tone was calm, as if he was announcing an order, and he said, "White ghost, pick up the money."

After hearing this, the foreigner was awakened from a dream.

It was not until this moment that he came back to his senses from his mental trance.

However, the pain that followed quickly eroded the nerves.

He covered his bleeding forehead with both hands, raised his head and glared at Song Ren, and shouted in pain in a heart-wrenching tone:

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Song Ren's eyes were dark.

Oh, I can still do it.

So, he picked up the carved wine glass again and used the blood-stained cup base to smash it between the foreigner's hands that were covering his head.

click!
The fingers are connected to the heart, not to mention that the metacarpal bones are broken and the phalanges are comminuted fractures.

With just this one blow, the foreigner fell from his kneeling position to the ground in one breath.

The flesh on the back of the hand was torn apart, blood splattered, and the bones inside were broken!

This also made the other guests who had already stopped and were paying attention to this place subconsciously step back a little.

Looking at Song Ren's back, everyone was already a little frightened.

The base of the wine glass in Song Ren's hand was stained with blood that had turned dark red, and mottled blood spots were scattered around the bar.

Looking at the foreigner who was climbing up painfully by supporting himself with his elbows!

Song Ren only spoke at the end, and his tone was as calm as the surface of the water without ripples.

Even the loud and dynamic music in the nightclub could not suppress his calm voice at this moment:
"Pick up the money!"

The ghost knelt on the ground and gasped for a short while.

His eyes were red, and he was almost losing his mind as he watched the blood of the other person falling down.

Suddenly, a suppressed roar came from the depths of his throat: "Fa——"

Bang! ! !
The last one interrupted the other party's entire conversation.

The exceptionally sturdy carved wine glass in Song Ren's hand exploded with a bang.

The foreigner was kneeling on the ground, with blood spots bursting out on the back of his head, and then he fell completely into a pool of dark red blood.

The warm blood soaked the floor, and also completely dyed the large Hong Kong dollar bill of one thousand yuan red.

Even the playful woman who had a certain affection for Song Ren was frightened and stood up and stepped back.

On the contrary, Erica, who was always aloof, was not afraid at all, but her face flushed a little.

The short-haired young man who was traveling with the foreigner finally recovered from his shock at this moment.

He subconsciously stood up and yelled at Song Ren with red eyes: "Fuck! What the hell did you just do, you old fool!"

The broken glass in Song Ren's hand slipped silently through his fingers, and then he suddenly turned his head away.

When the short-haired young man met those faces, his heart inexplicably tightened.

It was clearly the face of a gentle old man, but those eyes were too sharp, piercing the heart like a knife.

He took a step back and immediately lifted up the high chair under him: "Don't go——"

The words were not finished.

Song Ren had already turned over and kicked the high chair with his twisted foot, twisting it completely, and then hit the short-haired young man's chest with tremendous force.

Broken ribs!

The man hunched over even more, knocking over several customers behind him, and then hit his back against the wall of the bar.

When he stopped, the short-haired young man began to vomit large mouthfuls of bright red blood.

Obviously, that kick injured him seriously.

Erica was still sitting in her seat at this time.

She opened her eyes wide and saw almost everything that had just happened clearly.

Especially that kick when he twisted his body!
It almost brushed against her eyelashes!

Before I knew it, a strong wind blew across my face!

The entire hall fell into complete silence for a short period of time.

His astonished eyes were completely fixed on the bleak figure.

The imaginary face of Uncle Jiu in his old age is indeed very deceptive, but that unique look cannot deceive anyone!

Sharp, violent and unquestionable!
Such a look, now appearing on the face of a gentle old man, seemed so out of place.

Both of the people on the field were seriously injured.

But Song Ren also reduced his strength and did not beat him to death outright.

As long as he doesn't die, he can use the power of He Liansheng to suppress this incident again.

After all, he borrowed the identity of the old Uncle Nine, and he would have to return the identity to the other party eventually.

The music on the dance floor was still throbbing.

But the guests at the scene felt their blood run cold.

Until this moment, everyone in the hall pointed at Song Ren, but they did not dare to speak loudly.

Song Ren took out the mobile phone he had prepared earlier and called the He Liansheng party who were guarding nearby.

But the music was a little loud, and the sound and signal of mobile phones these days were really not good, so he could only get up and walk along the corridor of the nightclub towards the bathroom in the back.

He gave a few simple instructions to the other end of the mobile phone.

The necessary arrangements and scapegoats must be made in advance.

When he had almost finished explaining, a slender figure approached from behind.

Erica, who had short and exquisite hair, stood not far away, holding a cigarette in her hand, took a light puff and said, "Uncle, you were quite handsome just now."

(End of this chapter)