Ancient Wu killer mixed city

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way!" A dozen hooligans surrounded Sang Biao and walked over. Sang Biao was still the same, with a scarred bald head still shining brightly. "How's the talk going?" He turned his head to look at the security manager who was domineering.

"Brother Biao~" He showed his humble and sincere face again. "Well...something happened later, so we can't talk about it now."

"You mean Ye Qing?" Sang Biao put his hands in his pockets, with a big belly, he danced Cha Cha on his own.When Ye Qing first arrived, someone told him about it.This kid is Wen Er's right-hand man. He has done many earth-shattering events in the past ten years. He is not good enough. He heard that Lu Yu was stabbed just now, and he probably died.He was originally sitting in his private room looking for fun, but he was willing to come out to watch the excitement after hearing it.Damn you, you're finally dead!He couldn't stop laughing in his heart.

"Brother Biao...Sister Fang and the others were..." The security guard, covering his face, reminded bravely.

"You're looking for death." Hong Mao, Sang Biao's follower, gave him a glare.Fang Qing won't die, even Wen Er won't touch her, Brother Hu, no one can offend her.This doesn't mean he doesn't dare touch Fang Qing's people, especially his concubine!Ha ha.

Sang Biao ignored the little security guard who covered his face and retreated, and asked, "How many people are here?" His mood was so good.

"I guess there are dozens of people. That's what you plan to do?" The manager handed Sang Biao a cigarette, and respectfully lit it.Sang Biao took a look at the cigarette and shook his head again, as if he was having a good time. "Is the second master here?"

"not yet."

"It should be here soon, let's wait." The two looked at each other and smiled, looking like they were in a mess. [

As they said, group after group of gang thugs kept gathering from all directions, and the narrow alley behind the bar was completely surrounded.An old man got off from a black Mercedes-Benz. He had a big pipe in his mouth and changed his clothes.The pair of Tang suits with open fronts looked quite elegant, and with the big retro glasses, they completely looked like a master of Chinese studies.

"Where are you here?" Wen Er asked casually when he saw some of his subordinates running over.

"exist!"

"Is it dead?"

"I haven't gone in yet, so I don't know."

"Why?!" The big footprints on Wen Er's belly were still imprinted on the skin, and he could feel it when he got angry.

"This is Miss Fangqing's place..."

"Fuck me! Zhang Chenghu went in! I'm afraid of a six! Bring me Lu Yu! I want that girl too!" Wen Er's words were a bit too much, he was angry, and he regretted it just after he finished speaking , and then added, "However, Brother Hu treated me well back then, let's save face, kill Lu Yu, and let's go!"

"This..." Those little bastards are not stupid, you look at me and I don't think you are moving, they still remember the fierce sword technique of Wen Ling, and those who don't want to be hacked to death have to weigh the 100 How many catties.

"Go!" Wen Er began to yell, "I can't speak well, right!!!" The four people behind him all took out their pistols, and they seemed to be preparing to clean up the house.

"Second Master! Let's go now."Those people hurried over without daring to look back.

"Come back." Wen Er rolled his eyes, "Where did Ye Qing go?"

"in front of."

"What is he doing?"

"I'm looking at a girl." [

"What? I don't care about his uncle. I pay him so much money every day. I'm flirting with people at this juncture?! Where is he?!" Wen Er was furious, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to drive away the crowd, he walked in. He misunderstood The meaning of that little bastard.

"Oops." Ye Qing had already noticed the golden needle in Wen Ling's hand.This thing is difficult to practice, one thing is too light to throw, and the other is that the bare iron bar is difficult to control the aim.Hidden weapons such as darts have to be tied with a little red silk, so that the head of the dart is always in front during the flight. If there is no such thing, it is difficult to practice this bald hidden weapon without more than ten years of hard work. into.

Ye Qing quietly waited for the injection, he was sure to block it, holding the weapon in his hand, he felt much better.But at this moment, Wen Er's ominous voice sounded from the crowd.The old man was making a scene in the crowd again...he's coming! ?Ye Qing really wanted to curse, if he came over, what would he do if he shot her? !If Wen Ling shoots the second master who doesn't know martial arts very wretchedly, how can his little life be saved.Ye Qing was in a hurry, his blood surged up, making his face turn red.

"Second Master! Don't!" He shouted at the risk, the slight vibration of his body still caused trouble, the blood on his head was dragged by inertia, and penetrated into the eyes along the corners of his eyes.He was stimulated, his body trembled involuntarily, and his right eye closed uncontrollably.The two eyes of a person are much more united than usual comrades in arms. One eye closes instantly when it is stimulated, and the other closely follows.It's broken, Ye Qing knew something was wrong, so he opened it forcibly!

A little cold light is approaching!With a puff, the needle pierced straight into his right eye!It's not the right eye, the power of this needle has not dissipated, and the two-inch long golden needle penetrates like the back of the head!

Wen Ling's finger was indeed ruthless, she hated in her heart, she insisted on taking Ye Qing's life!Behind the eyes is the brain, she is sure to let the golden needle pass through the bone!die!Wen Ling's originally beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost.She will never forgive the bastard who almost killed Lu Yu.

However, Ye Qing would never agree to this request, he is indeed very comparable to others, enduring the severe pain of eyeballs bursting, he just shook his head, most of the strength of the golden needle was removed! !Ye Qing, who had lost half his life, had no time to rejoice, before he turned his head, Wen Ling rushed forward, flying with a kick, this kick was not high, but extremely fast, two feet one in front of the other, Continuously kicking Ye Qing's lower back! ! !

The second master hurt me!A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Qing's mouth!