Based on his strategy for Britney, Ronan came to the following conclusions.
Just a simple meeting can increase your favorability by 8 points.
Presenting a sketch at the concert will increase your favorability by 7 points.
After the concert, her manager would pretend to be her and return to the hotel first, while Britney would eat outside and then be kidnapped.
If you want to gain a lot of favorability, you cannot avoid this.
The guy with the gun on his back is a big problem.
After formulating a plan, Ronan read the file at the entrance of the lottery shop.
He first took a car to the concert, drew a sketch, and handed it to her off the stage, raising his favorability level to 55 points.
Later, Ronan took a taxi to the Med Hotel and went straight to the restaurant half a street away.
This time, he did not choose to enter the same restaurant as Britney, as that would have seemed too deliberate.
Seeing the man with his back on the street, Ronan chose a roadside stall closer to them and sat down.
About half an hour later, Britney finished eating and walked out of the restaurant.
Ronan was closer to the men with the heads on their backs and could hear them clearly.
"Master Paul, look at that girl, she has a great figure!"
"That's right, look at those legs, I can play for a year."
"Okay, okay." Paul interrupted his men and chuckled: "You know what to do, right?"
"Don't worry, Master."
When Britney, who was wearing a mask, approached, a subordinate took the initiative to block the road: "Hey, beauty, would you like to have a drink with our young master?"
Britney frowned and was about to turn around when another subordinate blocked her way: "Beauty, don't leave. I'll buy you a drink. I'm giving you face."
As Ronan had seen before, a fat man eating at the stall next to him stood up.
He ran up quickly, opened his arms to protect Britney behind him: "Let her go!"
"Haha." Several subordinates looked at each other and laughed heartily: "Boy, do you still want to be a hero and save the beauty? I don't want to ask, whose territory this is."
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."
"I'm most annoyed by people like you who feed your soul chicken soup." Paul raised his eyebrows and waved his hand: "Hit me!"
Three men blocked Britney, and three men surrounded the little fat man, and there was a fierce battle.
Ronan took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then stood up.
Seeing that Britney was trapped by three people, she had no time to care about herself.
Ronan saw the right moment and rushed forward with a flying kick...
Kick the little fat guy away.
Paul was a little confused and obviously didn't react.
Shouldn't the person who rushed up at this time be standing up for the beauty
It's really strange today that someone actually helped me.
Paul glanced at Ronan, thinking he was here to flatter him, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up happily: "Hahaha, well done."
Seeing the little fat man who was kicked to the ground and wiping the corners of his mouth with his hand, he felt relieved.
Cool!
So happy!
Paul came to Ronan and said with a smile: "Brother, what do you call me?"
Suddenly, Ronan got angry and punched him on the bridge of his nose.
Paul was completely stunned by this outrageous operation. He covered his nose and cursed: "Who the hell are you helping?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan had already leaned close to him, quickly took the pistol from his arms, and put it against his head.
This time, the situation was reversed.
"Master!" The three men surrounding Britney saw that Paul was held against a gun and hurriedly came to the rescue.
If the beauty is gone, we can find them again. If the young master is gone, they are all lost.
"Friend, if you have something to say, please tell me."
"Jail is not worth it, put the gun down."
"That's right, you are so handsome, but if you kill someone, you will be sentenced to life. Isn't it worthwhile?"
Seeing that they were acting rationally and acting rationally, which showed that they cared about the safety of the hostages, Ronan threatened: "Don't come over!"
The little fat man realized at this moment that if this handsome guy had helped him from the beginning, he might have been killed by the gun.
What do you call this move from the east, oh, sounding to the east and striking to the west
Wonderful, really wonderful!
The pain of being kicked was immediately forgotten.
The scene was at a stalemate, and Ronan dragged Paul slowly towards Britney.
The six men exchanged glances, and the leader shouted: "Come on, this idiot didn't turn on the safety catch!"
Upon hearing this, Paul immediately squatted down to break free, and successfully escaped with the counterattack of his men.
Ronan took a few steps back, studied the switch of the safety catch, and then chose to read the file.
First, I went to the concert to deliver sketches and initially established contact with Britney.
Then I came here to squat and met Paul and seven people blocking Britney.
Ronan kicked the little fat man over, then punched Paul, snatched the pistol from his arms and put it against his head.
Six of his subordinates came over to offer words of persuasion. They saw that the safety catch was not open and exchanged glances.
"Looking at your little eyes, you must be trying to say that I didn't turn on the safety catch." Ronan chuckled lightly and turned on the safety catch: "Thank you for reminding me."
"What the hell..." Paul was so angry at these words that he stared at the "pig teammates" in front of him fiercely.
"Where are the guns on you? Take them out." Ronan strangled Paul with one hand and held the gun against his temple with the other.
"No, no." The six men waved their hands quickly: "We don't have guns, only knives."
"A knife will do, just take it out and throw it on the ground." Seeing their hesitation, Ronan threatened: "Quick!"
"Okay, let's throw it away, don't be impulsive." The six men took out their daggers and threw them on the ground.
"That friend." Ronan looked at the little fat man not far away: "Please throw these into the trash can."
"No problem." The little fat man didn't refuse. He picked up the dagger and threw it into the trash can. He turned to look at Ronan: "Want to help?"
"No, you go first, I'll handle it here." Ronan is here to increase his favorability, and he won't leave one more person to share the favorability.
The little fat man didn't refuse and gave Ronan a thumbs up when he passed by.
"Back off!"
Hearing the threat, his subordinates looked at Paul, and he yelled: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Get back!"
Seeing that the other party had retreated more than fifty meters, Ronan held Paul against his gun and moved in the direction of Britney.
"It's time to let me go now. If you shoot me, it won't be good for everyone."
Ronan snorted coldly, kicked Paul over, took Britney's hand and ran away.
After running for more than thirty meters, a Maserati followed.
Inside the car was a middle-aged woman in her forties, shouting to the two of them: "Young man, get in the car quickly."
Ronan glanced back and saw Paul's two men pulling out black objects, and his heart trembled.
These guys are really cunning. They clearly hid guns and used daggers instead.
The situation was urgent and without any further thought, Ronan took Britney's hand and got into the car.
The car drove forward one street and turned to an underground parking lot before stopping.
The female driver turned around, looked at the back seat and praised, "Young man, you were so handsome just now!"
Ronan smiled sheepishly. It would be really embarrassing if he acted rashly.
"Are you... boyfriend and girlfriend?" the female driver looked at the hands held by the two and asked.
"No." Britney broke away from Ronan's hand and turned her head to look out the car window, her cheeks slightly red.
"This puts me at ease. Young man, can you stay with me for one night? I'll buy you a limited edition aj."
Ronan: "???"