In the past, Song Ye thought that in this era, people mostly used watermelon knives and steel pipes to deal with things, and after establishing the Night Gang, there were not many opportunities to touch guns. But after dealing with Les Yu in the past two days, she realized that it was not that the development of the times did not allow it, but that she had not found the right path before.
As soon as the army took over, the chances of seeing someone pulling out a gun every now and then skyrocketed.
Therefore, when she saw a gun being pressed against her head, her first reaction was not to cower and tremble in fear, but rather to make her hands itchy with excitement.
Almost subconsciously, when his forehead came into contact with the coolness of the metal, Song Ye pinched the opponent's jaw with his backhand, reversed his wrist, and turned the attacker's jaw outwards. Before he could act harshly, the pistol was fired. fell into the opponent's hands.
After Song Ye hooked her index finger and rotated the pistol in front of her for a few times, she turned her gaze to the other person's face. At first glance, she didn't even have an expression, and her tone was extremely cold, "It's you. .”
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What do you mean by you? What is this response
The gloomy man was so angry that he almost vomited blood. One of his arms was still hanging, and his other hand was sprained by the opponent just now. Now he was cramping in pain and wanted to scratch the wall. However, his opponent was not cold and indifferent, so he gave him this sentence .
"Your name is Song Ye?" After holding back for a long time, the gloomy man finally squeezed out these words.
Song Ye glanced over with indifferent eyebrows, "Is something wrong?" She didn't think she had any friendship with him like reminiscing at the bathroom door.
Listening to her cold tone and nonchalant attitude, if the other person hadn't still held his gun in his hand, the gloomy man would have thought that he was dreaming when he pointed the gun at her head just now.
But now that both of his hands were injured and his gun was snatched away, if he spoke harsh words again, he was just looking for a beating.
For a moment, I was in a dilemma by this question and didn't know how to react.
Song Ye didn't want to argue with him. Seeing that the other party was beaten today, he thought that in this industry, he was dependent on others. He stretched out his arm and directly pressed the gun back to the other party's chest, adding a piece of advice, "Leave now, it's too late. That's too late."
After saying that, regardless of whether the other party could understand or not, he turned around and returned to the room.
The gloomy man stood there blankly until Song Ye's back disappeared around the corner, still thinking about the other party's words in his mind.
If it's too late, it's too late.
As soon as he entered the room, Song Ye noticed that the eyes of several people around him were looking at him. They seemed to be absent, but there were hidden meanings.
"Haha, our little genius is back. Come on, come on. He has performed well today. Uncles, let's have a drink with you. If you can't drink, just drink tea instead of the bar." The bald man was particularly enthusiastic. He stood up and poured a glass of wine himself. His attitude It's a huge difference from the first meeting.
As soon as he stood up, the other three people also held wine glasses to toast her, with shy smiles and more inquisitive eyes.
After handing over the note just now, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Naturally, she had already read the content. At this time, the four people toasted, just to see her attitude.
Who does Song Ye prefer
Of course, Les Yu was also watching. Although he was sitting there calmly, his inner fluctuations were no less than those of others.
Every year, everyone tries their best to find experts to allocate shooting shares. Sharpshooters like Song Ye are hard to come by. With her in charge, the share ratio is guaranteed.
Such talents are a huge temptation for one's own side, and for the other side, they are a hindrance caused by highly toxic arsenic.
He had not been in contact with Song Ye for a long time, and he could conclude that his brother and this classmate were definitely not the same people, and they were not on the same level in terms of IQ.
Therefore, he was also unsure about what choice Song Ye would make.
Facing the kindness of all the stars in front of him, Song Ye picked up his tea cup, took a slow sip, and said calmly: "Thank you for your love. I was just invited by the boss to take people's money and do things."
Even though she said this, she still sat down next to Les Yu, and the meaning of rejecting the olive branch was already obvious.
Everyone's heart was blocked and their expressions were a little stiff.
Les Yu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes swept across the four people present, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Song Ye can be praised by everyone, I have to thank you on his behalf. I think it's not too early." Well, that’s it for today.”
While speaking, Les Yu stood up and gave Song Ye a look. The latter understood, followed behind and planned to leave.
But before they could reach the gate, a bald man's loud voice suddenly came from behind, "This is a rare opportunity. We all plan to have a good few days in Shishi. By the way, I'll let you, Lao Le, be our guide. I'll take care of the room." I’ve already made a reservation for you, so you won’t be disrespectful.”
Les Yu paused in his steps, and his face with his back to the crowd flashed with a trace of evil spirit. He turned around in an instant, but there was already a smile on his face, "Since everything is decided, don't waste it. When you come to Shishi, naturally I will do it." Dong, everyone, have a good night's rest, and I will arrange tomorrow's itinerary."
"Haha, that's good." The bald man took a big gulp of the drink in his hand and smiled a little hypocritically. "Tonight, I wish Boss Le a sweet dream."
There was a hoarseness at the end of the voice, which sounded obscure.
Les Yu led Song Ye out of the room. When he passed the corner, he suddenly quickened his pace and whispered to Song Ye beside him, "Don't stay here tonight. I'll ask the driver to take you off first." Go back, it’s best not to leave school recently.”
He spoke very quickly, entered the elevator, and when he saw the man in black outside the door as soon as the door was closed, his heart sank.
After arriving at the lobby on the first floor, watching Song Ye get into the car and leave, Les Yu went upstairs with a calm expression.
"Mr. Le, your room is here. If you need anything, just ask." The waiter respectfully led Les Yu to the door with a big smile.
"Well, go downstairs and call some ladies downstairs who have better massage techniques, clean and beautiful ones." Lesyu frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the gender of the waiter, and waved his hand to dismiss him quickly.
"Haha, okay, please wait a moment." The waiter understood, with a hint of ambiguity in his smile, and then turned and left.
And when the other party turned the corridor, Lesyu's fingertips that were originally on the door handle retracted instantly, looked left and right, and then quickly ran towards the safe passage on the left with a serious expression.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Song Ye, this big baby, has brought him benefits, but he is too outstanding. I'm afraid these old foxes won't give up tonight.
And just as he expected, the private room that was supposed to belong to him was suddenly opened ten minutes later, and a dozen burly men in black rushed out.