Chapter 419

This is a very difficult word for him. It means that he has some guilt. This place is really unacceptable to him. He is uncomfortable to think that his grandson mu Ziliang has lived here for 15 years, even if he is an illegitimate child.

"That's it?"

Ying Hannian sneered. When he was ready to feed, he put the bowl and chopsticks aside. When he stood up, he lifted the skinny muziliang to the wheelchair and pushed him out.

"What are you doing?"

Muziliang opened his eyes wide in shock, and the man who had always been as stable as a mountain suddenly panicked.

After seeing everything in the street of life and death, he didn't know how crazy Ying Hannian could be.

Ying Hannian didn't speak, so he pushed him out. He walked through the small alley and onto the main road. The road was uneven. Muziliang was tossed in a wheelchair and his face turned pale.

On the road, there are colorful lights flashing in the night, cheap and dazzling.

During the day, there was no one at the door. At this time, there were all women in thin skirts standing outside, coquetting and talking. When a man walked by, they immediately went up to pull people with laughter.

Men holding women on the street and touching and kissing, taking advantage of enough but not willing to go in, women take off their shoes to fight in the past, swearing.

Ying Hannian pushed him directly into the dance hall. There was a woman beside him, her eyes twinkling. When she was swept away by him, she did not dare to move.

Inside the dance music are very retro, from the cheap sound out, there is no taste of rage, only noisy.

Mu Ziliang's heart was beating wildly when he heard that. He looked forward and saw that there was a dance hall decorated in a mess of colors. There were all kinds of men sitting below, with greedy faces, some in suits, some in workers' clothes, and some tramps with money and lice.

They stare at the stage and scream excitedly.

On the stage, a group of naked dancers danced to the music and winked down.

All of a sudden, a fat man stood up from below and ran to the stage. As soon as he lost his money, he rushed into the dancers and grabbed one of them, who was directly overpowered on the stage, to tear people's skirts with lust.

The dancer cried out in fear.

The people below were very busy, shouting, and others ran to catch the rest of the dancers.

"What kind of system is it?" How could muziliang accept this when he was old? His face was very ugly. He pressed his heart and said, "don't you go yet?"

"What are you going to do?" Ying Hannian bent down beside him and pressed him on the head to force him to see, "old man, the poor woman who was beaten and driven away by you was just like these dancers, making a living on this stage every day. Isn't it very interesting?"

"Ridiculous

Muziliang is furious. He is the highest decision-maker of the herdsmen. How can he see these dirty scenes.

The dancer on the stage wanted to run. The fat man sat down on her, took out the belt from his waist and hit her, scolding and beating. The dancer stopped her with her hand, crying and pleading, and the arms were all covered with blood marks.

Ying Hannian approached his face and opened his lips in a quiet way. "How about, as a man, do you still have a hot blood?"

"Don't try to get a cent from me if you look like this again!"

Mu Ziliang was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, his hands trembled, and the wrinkles on his face also trembled.

Ying Hannian, who seems to want to get the position of the highest decision maker, is deliberately tormenting him.

Ying Hannian ignored him and continued to force him to watch the bloody and violent scenes. In the chaos, several dancers were blocked up on the spot to commit crimes. The rotten and pungent smell filled the whole room, and no one was in charge.

Muziliang's blood pressure almost jumped to the top of his head.

Ying Hannian is also watching. In the noisy dance music, the disgusting picture is no different from that of more than ten years ago, as if he had just run away for a few days.

"Ah --"

The injured dancer rolled over and vomited blood in her mouth, but the fat man seemed to be not enough. He continued to tear her skirt and fight

Ying Hannian stood there, his eyes were burning red, and he burst out bloodthirsty light. He suddenly let go of muziliang and pushed away the people around him, A few steps to the stage, kick away the abusive man.

"Bang!"

The man bumps into the pillar next to him, looks at Ying Hannian in astonishment and anger, and rushes towards him with swearing. Ying Hannian pulls out a dagger and stabs him on the shoulder.

"AhThe man screamed in pain.

Here, the dancers have no position. They are tools for making money, and they are just tools.

No one cares about their pain.

But the guests won't get hurt.

So the scream came, and everyone was quiet, staring at it.

Ying Hannian stood on the stage, holding the dagger in one hand and pressing it down, even turning the dagger left and right.

"Pain..."

A fat man's face was pale with pain, tears and cold sweat DC, was pressed to kneel on the ground, understand that he met a cruel role today, mouth afraid to beg for mercy.

Ying Hannian stares at him fiercely, kneels down, and his jaw line is tight.

If the devil comes to the world, he is in a murderous mood.

Looking at this fierce young man, everyone was scared and stood up one by one.

I don't know when the dance music was shut down. The boss of the dance hall didn't come out when his dancer was beaten. At this time, he came out leisurely. He was an elderly man with short hair and a thin braid at the end of his hair. He had a sharp mouth and a few beaters behind him.

"This gentleman." As soon as the boss looked very popular and knew that it was not easy to be provoked, he carefully put on a smiling face and bowed his head and said, "I don't know if this is your personal grudge. If so, it's better to chat in another place and dance here. It's not good to dirty the place."

Smell speech, should cold year look at him, eyes bloodthirsty cold, see people panic more than.

"Come here."

In the local words, it should be cold year.

After being named, the flesh on the boss's face began to twitch, but he still walked forward with a stiff head. As soon as he got close, Ying Hannian grabbed his back collar and pulled out the dagger on the fat man's shoulder. Regardless of the blood sprayed on his hand, he directly thrust the dagger into the boss's body again.

He was very angry.

Seeing this, several thugs rushed up immediately, but were stopped by several bodyguards who had already stayed in the dance hall.

The boss was stabbed, the dancers screamed and some of the guests ran out.

The lighting on the stage was dazzling.

The boss knelt down, holding the dagger in front of him in both hands. His eyes stared at him in horror. "What do you... What do you want to do?"

Ying Hannian shakes off the blood on his hand, squats down beside him lazily, stares at him and says, "boss, it's been more than ten years, how can you not change your fault of not treating a dancer as a person?"