The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 40 The Rules

Under the brilliant lights, the glass shards reflected coquettish light on the floor, the gangster was lying on his back on the ground, with a splotch of blood on the back of his head, the impact made people crash immediately, one can imagine how powerful it was at that time.

The others were obviously taken aback. After looking up at the brothers on the ground, they saw a slender young man standing in the place where the light was shining, with a baseball cap on his head, standing in the crowd. There is no sense of existence, if it is not holding a split glass bottle in the hand, no one will believe that this small arm can knock a young man unconscious with a bottle.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing!" They reacted, and no longer cared about asking about the whereabouts of the personnel, they surrounded the slender boy in groups of three or four in no time.

The brim of the young man's hat was pulled down very low, and only his delicate white chin could be seen in the dim light. Surrounded by so many people, he didn't seem to be afraid. He threw away the glass bottle, put his hands back into his pockets, and said in a low voice:
What?The gangsters froze collectively, looked around the boy up and down, and with a snort, they were immediately overjoyed, "Haha,
At this time, the loud music in the arena had been turned off, and the mocking laughter of the gangsters spread to every corner of the bar. Even the brothers who watched the scene looked at each other, wondering why it was either a woman or a child who came forward?

Faced with these contempt, the corner of the young man's mouth raised slightly, and he began to fight back in a calm voice, "Our boss said, I alone will be enough to deal with you bastards."

The laughter in the air stopped abruptly, and the faces of the gangsters darkened in an instant, staring fiercely at the young man in front of him who uttered wild words, "Boy, I think you are fucking courting death."

"Heh, it doesn't matter who wants to die." Ignoring the dozen pairs of creaking fists in front of him, the boy sneered, "Let's go together, don't waste time."

At the age of [-]-somethings, bloody and vigorous, it is the most unbearable time to be stimulated, not to mention that the person standing in front of him is obviously weaker, so no one can stand being provoked like this.

"Brothers, come on! Beat this kid to death!" With a slogan, more than a dozen pairs of fists were mobilized together with anger, with the force of the wind, wishing to smash the bones of the slender boy with one punch.

With one against ten, no one believed that the young man was capable of resisting, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for his stubbornness.

But at the moment of regret, those dozen pairs of fists were about to touch the boy's body, but the boy disappeared from people's sight.

The group of gangsters only felt that their eyes blurred, and they disappeared. They were surprised and suddenly saw a slender arm lying in front of their eyes, and then only heard a scream, and a brother beside him suddenly flew backwards. , Accompanied by a loud noise, the body slammed heavily on the glass tabletop, and then there was no sound at all.

"Fuck, what happened, ah!" Shocked by this incident, one of the gangsters was about to run over, but was kicked and flew straight to the glass table, smashing to his own brother.

The light rotated and shone, and everyone saw the slender figure of the young man swimming flexibly. His arms were clearly white and thin, but each punch was full of strength. It's like dancing.

One, two, three... When killing a gangster with one punch, the boy piled everyone in one place until the last gangster fell, and then he slowed down his movements in his spare time, and even sorted them out in a gentlemanly manner. Twist the neckline.

"Hmm..." A group of gangsters crushed each other, forming eighteen arhats, humming, how arrogant they were a second ago, how embarrassing they are now.

"Now, do you still want to look for it?" The boy stood in front of the glass table, the voice from under the brim of his hat was still low and indifferent.

But now in the ears of this group of gangsters, it is scary like a demon, and the leader of the gangsters trembled and begged for mercy, "This, this brother, it is us, we have eyes but don't know Taishan, please let us go!" , in the future, we will not come again."

"In the future?" The young man raised his tone slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and finally picked up a watermelon knife from the ground, put it on the gangster's neck, and explained word by word: "Dead people, there will be no future. "

"No, don't kill me." The coldness coming from the neck made the gangster cry with fright, "We, we are just sent by West Street to scout for news, it really has nothing to do with us."

Hearing this, the young man removed the knife, nodded, and rarely agreed with his words, "It's not the mastermind, it's useless to kill, but..." At this point, the tone of the vain pause made people's hearts rise again, and then , I heard the young man's voice showing a bit of coldness, "My boss doesn't like trouble very much. In order to avoid trouble in the future, I will set up a rule today. In the future, whoever comes to the site to make trouble will keep his hand .”

As the last word fell heavily, the watermelon knife in the boy's hand cut off the gangster's exposed arm under the terrified eyes of everyone, without leaving any muscle or bone.

"Ah!" Seeing this bloody scene, a girl couldn't restrain herself from screaming for a while.

Accompanied by the gangster's miserable scream, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

The boy in front of him is only in his teens, but his methods are so ruthless and decisive, and the boss behind him, everyone can't help but imagine, but dare not continue to think deeply...

When Song Ye left through the back door, Yunhua was also found by Xu Zihang and others. Fortunately, he was not injured, and the group went out of the bar directly to the training base.

On the way, Song Ye asked about the situation on West Street.

Song Ye took off her hat and sat on the window. The head-on cold wind blew over the broken hair on her forehead, and it fell into her sight, dizzying black. After a long while, she said calmly: "There is no room for two tigers on one mountain. West Street should be cleaned up." gone."

(End of this chapter)