The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 8
No one saw Song Ye's weird tricks clearly. They saw that the little hand was slender and weak, but he pinched the knife's thick arm in his palm and twisted it arbitrarily. Under the bright light, it looks particularly infiltrating.

The few people on the opposite side were stunned for a while, and didn't bother to save him, until Xiaodao collapsed on the ground, and the few people barely caught him, looking at the distorted arm, they all shivered .

"Ah, stinky girl, ah, I can't spare you, kill her, kill her!" Xiao Dao turned pale, covered his arms, looked horrifying, gritted his teeth, and let the people under his hands come forward.

Only then did those few people startled, and rushed towards Song Ye with a ferocious face, "Stinky girl, you are courting death."

That Song Ye took a step back, moved his wrist, was full of wine and food, planned to exercise, practice his hands, raised his exquisite chin, and said with a hint of arrogance, "Let's go together." These force values ​​don't need to be broken one by one up.

The few men whose self-esteem had been greatly challenged didn't want to rob at the moment, holding bowl-sized fists, they just wanted to teach the stinky girl in front of them a lesson.

But the moment he got close, Song Ye's slender figure was like a ghost, avoiding the oncoming fist, and the few people felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the next second, their ribs, lower abdomen, armpits, and bridge of nose were all injured To a huge shock.

"Hmm..." Several people groaned and backed away again and again, covering different injured parts and looking up, but there was no one in front of them.

"Here." A faint voice sounded, as cold as a ghost without ups and downs. They were startled and found that the voice came from behind. They were about to turn their heads, but suddenly felt a pain in their necks and lost consciousness collectively. .

Until the moment before they fell into a coma, their eyes were still wide open, unbelievable, because they didn't see each other's movements clearly at all.

There were four people in a group, and three were dealt with, and the remaining one, the big knife, sat on the ground. Looking at the girl who was slowly walking towards him, he felt cold all over his body, "You, don't come here, this is, it's mine. The site hurt me, and you will have a bad life in the future."

Obviously stuttering with fear, but still thinking about threats.

Song Ye really didn't know whether to say that he was fearless or mentally ill, "Just now, you said you were going to scratch my face." She squatted in front of the knife, took the folding knife that fell on the ground in her hand, opened it and put it away, and played with it. The lights and shadows are dazzling.

Then... people fainted.

Song Ye was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lips, feeling a little bored. He wanted to find someone to practice his hands when he was full, but he didn't expect that a few people were so weak that they were not enough to warm up.

As a killer, Song Ye's training method is of course based on the accumulation of actual combat. Only the fast, ruthless and accurate fighting method can improve his skills the fastest.

There was no after-dinner entertainment, she wandered around the private houses, and before going out, she glanced at the unconscious man in the corner, in thought, turned back, half-supported and half-carried him out of the alley, and found a clinic treat.

"Hey, how did you beat people up like this? You children know how to cause trouble all day long and don't study hard. If something really happens one day, let's see who you can cry to." The barefoot doctor scolded there, checked the wound, Hastily took iodine and cotton to clean the injured wound.

Song Ye sat aside and didn't speak. After the blood was cleaned up there, she realized that the person lying there was not a man, but a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. Because of his ruffian clothes and proud height, she didn't fail to recognize him. .

After treating the wound, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and went for a walk to rest. Before leaving, he ordered, "The family members should watch carefully, and call me if you have a fever in the middle of the night."

Seeing righteousness and bravery as a family member, Song Ye looked at the person on the bed, and at the medicine in his hand, feeling somewhat thankless.

The wound on the opponent's head was not serious, and Song Ye didn't want to waste time here, so he got up and walked to the boy, pinching him hard to wake him up.

"Hmm..." The boy was dizzy and snorted, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a gray padded jacket and an unclear face, "You are..."

"Song Ye, the person who saved you." He said his name concisely, so that the other party remembered his kindness. Song Ye is not a person who does not want to repay his kindness.

Sure enough, the boy's pale face turned subtle, "You save me, what about Xiao Dao and the others?"

"The person who beat you is called Xiaodao? What kind of gang are they, how many members are there, and how big is the territory?" Song Ye asked without answering, and threw all the questions that he hadn't had time to extract a confession to the boy in front of him.

"Hey..." When the boy came to his senses, Song Ye's figure had already disappeared from sight.

Appeared inexplicably, asked endless questions, and now left on his own, even the boys who are usually good at pretending to be cool are a little crazy.

However, Song Ye didn't take his troubles seriously at all. The 15-year-old body was exhausted after a long day of tossing. She found a nearby hotel to rest, and fell asleep quickly in bed.

In the boundless nightmare is the bottomless sea, the explosion that swallows all the mind, and in the severe pain all over her body, she still remembers how unwilling she is in her heart.

She worked for the organization and lived for 13 years. She is the world's number one top killer, but she didn't want to be betrayed by the organization and buried in the bottom of the sea during the last mission to wash her hands.

She was too naive, no matter the organization or that person, how could she let her leave that dark world alive...

The sun shines on the big bed through the curtains. Song Ye Youyou opened her eyes, sweating profusely, her limbs and bones felt heavy as if remembering the pain of a bomb torn apart. She went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, pale A trace of blood returned to his face.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at that delicate and beautiful face with a cold smile.

Even in a dream, she is not reconciled. It seems that after being reborn, new and old grudges will be settled sooner or later.

But now, looking at the only worn-out padded jacket on her body, she decided to solve her current bad image first.

Before the time agreed with Zhao Zhen arrived, Song Ye drank a bowl of soy milk at the street corner, and then went to the nearby commercial market to buy clothes.

Of course, as soon as she entered the gate in this rustic dress, none of the waiters were willing to talk to her.

　Happy New Year~ I wish you a new year and a new atmosphere, good grades in reading, and smooth work in everything!

　　
　
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