There are only two of them on this floor.
Mu Shinian touched the juice, took a sip and leaned lazily on the chair: "since it's for me, you have to report the origin first."
"Passerby a, Miss Mu doesn't have to know." The man stood up and said, "Miss mu, do you want to follow me, or do I beat you? You can't move. I'll take you away."
Mu Shinian finished eating the last shrimp, picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands with a faint smile: "fight."
The man was stunned.
The next second, a dark shadow hit him.
The man's face changed and pushed away fiercely.
A chair hit him on the side.
Then a gust of wind swept by.
The man took a breath. In the dark, he saw a residual shadow. The next second, his abdomen was severely hit, fell out and couldn't get up again.
"Weak chicken."
Mu Shinian disdained to spit out two words.
The man's face is ferocious. He wants to get up, but he has no strength at all.
Mu Shinian took out a cloth towel and tied his hand back. Instead, he picked up a chair and sat down in front of him. He asked curiously, "have you ever thought about what to do if you are defeated by me?"
The man struggled hard, but the rope didn't move at all.
His heart is almost cold.
Who knows this girl's skill is so strange!
He just made a move with her, just one move! He was caught!
Mu Shinian held his arm, raised his foot and kicked him gently. In a cool voice, he asked, "come on, who sent you."
The man gritted his teeth and stared at her without saying a word.
Mu Shinian sniffed: "have backbone. But it's useless. I don't appreciate it. In my case, the consequences of not being frank are very simple."
Suddenly there was a messy sound of footsteps behind him.
There was another group of people in such a big restaurant.
Mu Shinian raised his eyebrows and didn't look back: "aren't you afraid I'll kill him?"
In the dark, who smiled, the tone is very indifferent: "it doesn't matter."
The man on the ground closed his eyes in despair.
Mu Shinian heard this, his face was not half emotional, but he nodded very clearly; "Also, this kind of weak chicken looks like cannon fodder."
The men on the ground are more desperate!
The man behind him said slowly, "old rule, Miss mu, go by yourself or let's invite..."
The voice didn't fall.
Something hit me in the air.
The crowd dispersed in a hurry.
A glass smashed against the wall and broke in all directions.
Mu Shinian twisted his wrist and smiled gently: "fight."
The leader frowned and raised his hand.
Dozens of thugs rushed over.
Mu Shinian looked at him with a cold look, dodged, avoided the smashing fist, instantly held the arm and kicked it fiercely.
Mu Shinian's eyes were injured, resulting in poor night vision.
She can only judge by her voice and, so many times her reaction is slow.
Suddenly a cold light flashed in front of me.
Mu Shinian closed his eyes.
The reaction slowed down.
Immediately, her body was held in her arms, and her hands were stained with warm liquid.
Mu Shinian was stunned and looked at the man on her side.
The two were so close that she could almost see the man's tight chin.
Another fist hit his side.
Mu Shinian regained his mind. As soon as he was about to fight back, Bo Qian was very upset. He grabbed the fist, pulled the man over, raised his foot and kicked him at will.
"Ow!"
Screams were heard everywhere.
Thin, shallow and expressionless, he took her out in two or three times. He didn't care much, shook off the blood stain on his hand, and glanced at her with a complex look: "Mu Shinian, you really are..."