The lights whirled around the bar and the rhythm of the band reached its peak.
The dance floor is still lively, and those who have taken medicine have no time to take care of others, but they are tired and jubilant.
No one found out that there was a fire of gunfire here.
Night qianxiao stands next to the bartender, tall and tall in the dark light, with only the silhouette of the shadow left. The slender fingers with distinct joints hold the pistol, and the black muzzle is aimed at the bartender's head.
Behind her, there were flashing lights, either blue or green or red, sprinkled on her black leather jacket, like a cage of jumping halo, setting off her more enigmatic and mysterious.
Side light, delicate facial features hazy, narrow clean eyes, calm, calm, like a deep bottomless cold pool.
At this moment, she is simple, cold, dangerous and charming.
Next to her, two bodyguards stood on both sides, vigilantly staring at night qianxiao, holding machetes in their hands.
Ready to go.
Ji Ming looks handsome and exclaims.
Guns!
Real gun!
The bartender swallowed his saliva, and his surprise was hard to hide. He kept his mind steady and did not dare to move. He looked at it cautiously.
Needless to say, it's yeqianxiao's delicate and beautiful face. His picturesque eyebrows are cold and his deep eyes are calm. If you look carefully, you can feel a bit careless.
In the camp of others and under siege, there is no tension at all.
Full of confidence.
It can be said, she, that he will not mess.
"I think we can talk slowly."
Extrusion silk stiff smile, although the bartender did not show panic color, but the tone is soft and down.
They do this line of work, are stepping on the tip of a knife to survive, but no one is not afraid of death.
Have enjoyed, so, just cherish life more.
"No need to talk, just ask you one thing."
Canthus slightly provoked, night qianxiao tone can not rise to waves.
"You ask."
Calmed down, the bartender faced sternly.
As long as there are conditions, there are solutions
Hook lip, night thousand Xiao crooked head, very interested to see her, "you, value?"
“……”
A stiff look, the bartender pursed his lips.
Value?
Maybe he knows what yeqianxiao means.
No, he's worth more than a thug, but he's just a matchmaker, not so valuable.
"Ah," sneer a smile, night thousand Xiao facial expression apathy, word by word, "it seems not worth the money."
After that, he caught the finger of the pistol and drew it back. The pistol circled half a circle in the air. As soon as the bartender felt the danger approaching, the handle of the pistol hit his temple decisively.
A heavy blow.
The bartender did not practice, but felt dizzy and weak, and fell back.
The bodyguard behind him stepped forward, grabbed his elbow, carried it back, threw people to one side and lay down, then turned to face night qianxiao.
Machete, long stick, together!
Take back the pistol, night qianxiao hands more than a saber, face up.
The knife collided with the machete, and his slender arm was numb. Night qianxiao frowned, grabbed the wrist that he had chopped with a stick, lifted his leg and swept to the armpit of the man. The pain made the other party "ah -" and then stepped back a few steps.
Night qianxiao relentlessly pursue, a turn, slender legs swept, in the chin, kick a mouth of blood will spray out, straight back, no strength to fight back.
At the same time, the man with the machete next to him attacks again. Night qianxiao leans to hide, and the knife surface slides down the tip of his nose, causing a turbulent air flow in the air and flying over his cheek with murderous air.
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