Song Ye originally thought that officers like Qin Zhan, who led troops all day long, would not encounter him at other times except in the ravines and closed training areas.
But now it seems that this judgment seems to be biased.
The man in front of me not only knows how to catch suspects, but also spends a lot of time and alcohol, and he doesn't take others seriously.
The moment the hat was taken off, Song Ye couldn't restrain her backhand and wanted to catch it. She had no intention of exposing herself today.
But this move immediately aroused Qin Zhan's interest, his eyes narrowed, he threw his hat into the air, raised his hand forward and started gesticulating with Song Ye.
Bang bang bang, Song Ye's seemingly slender little arms and legs are actually extremely powerful. After receiving special powers and training, she can punch extremely fast. Even with only 50% of her strength, it is enough for people to see. Got dazzled.
Even Qin Zhan was surprised. He originally planned to deal with it with one hand but had to change his mind after a few minutes. All his fighting cells were stimulated and he set up a formation in the lobby regardless of the situation.
"Kid, come here." He raised his thick eyebrows, and the strong aura of a soldier came to his face, and the whole area seemed to have become a school ground.
Song Ye's porcelain-white delicate face was as cold as ice at this time, and the chill emanating from her deep pupils was full of courage. Almost as soon as Qin Zhan opened his mouth, she was already on top of him.
The explosive fist hit the opponent's ribs and abdomen. Except for the appearance that was out of reach due to the height difference, Song Ye knew all the vulnerable parts of the human body. Qin Zhan focused on defense, and his highly trained muscles did not hinder his resistance. Those just-right textures were full of flexibility, perfectly and tightly dodging Song Ye's fists one by one.
From the upper body to the lower body, from fists to legs and feet, Song Ye tried all his moves but failed to break through Qin Zhan's defense. The man in front of him was like a copper wall, which could make him breathless even if he didn't fight back.
Song Yeming knew that with his fifteen-year-old body, it was impossible to defeat the opponent. Moreover, in order to conceal his identity, he deliberately did not use the killing move. Such a duel was tantamount to throwing an egg against a stone.
But she had been defeated by the other party time and time again. Especially when she thought about what happened that night in the pool, the smell of tobacco lingered in her mouth. The hat was just a fuse, giving her a reason to take action. .
Qin Zhan is a good opponent. If they were not on opposite sides of interests, she believed they could become friends.
There were more and more people watching around, and even the security guards were quickly deployed, but when they saw the two people's skills, no one dared to step forward to stop them.
In the end, the lobby manager persuaded them with sincerity, "Two gentlemen, if you have anything to say, we can't fight here. If the quarrel continues, it will not end well."
At that time, the two of them were also fighting to the end. The attackers could not hurt anyone, and the defenders were restrained. The more they fought, the more boring they became. After a fist collision, the two stopped with a tacit understanding.
Qin Zhan straightened his slightly messy collar, ignored the gazes of nymphomaniac women around him, and walked straight to Song Ye, "Let's go."
Song Ye picked up his hat from the ground and put it on again, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and responded coldly, "Yes."
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the two people who were fighting inseparably a second ago walked up the stairs side by side. That harmonious back made people suspect that everything just now was just an illusion.
When going upstairs, Qin Zhan looked at Song Ye's side face and found that the other party hadn't shed a drop of sweat. He couldn't help but nodded secretly and whispered, "Next time, don't use these tricks to embroider your legs."
Next time... Song Ye paused slightly, his eyes flashed under the brim of his hat, and there was a hint of murderous intent.
I'm afraid that next time, this promising colonel may be dead.
While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the lobby on the second floor. There was a spacious venue here, which usually provided buffet banquets. Today, it was filled with stones, tables and chairs, and the stone gambling competition organized by Wang Yutang started in full swing. Curtain.
Because Song Ye was a contestant, he had to go backstage to prepare before he could get rid of Qin Zhan.
There are already dozens of players arranging their clothes in the lounge. Without exception, these people are the best in the stone betting circle, so-called experts. Everyone looks very leisurely dressing up, and they don't look like they are here. competition, but came to participate in the catwalk.
As soon as Song Ye entered the room, he immediately noticed that there were invisible eyes peeping around. Many people sneered at her, but because of their identity, they did not complain about her. As for the group of men who were scolded by Qin Zhan downstairs just now. Sitting on the sofa nearby, when they saw Song Ye coming in, they all had dark faces and said nothing.
Anyway, no one answered him. Song Ye leaned against the wall and was enjoying himself. After a while, a staff member came to hand out number plates and said that he would choose the wool and place it at the corresponding position.
By coincidence, Song Ye and the man with glasses received adjacent numbers. Until they came on stage, the other party had a mocking expression on their faces.
When she walked into another room, she looked up at the one-way glass on one side and guessed that the famous businessmen in Shishi City were watching, including Qin Zhan.
However, Qin Zhan was not her target, so she did not take him to heart. When she walked to the corresponding woolen material, she discovered that all the woolen materials in the room were small, fist-sized woolen materials. Although they were all old tricks, they were obviously someone else. Pick out the rest.
Song Ye couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, and secretly lamented that Wang Yutang knew how to use waste, and took out the leftover things from the last exhibition to compete, and wanted to put gold on his face. However, these small pieces of wool vary in quality and do make the game more difficult.
As soon as she squatted down, she heard someone scolding, "These are all shabby materials. They are simply inferior products that have been eliminated. Let alone selecting good jadeite here, it is hard to say whether you can pick out a green one."
These people are usually experts at appraising large pieces of wool. Small pieces have long been disdainful. Now, many of them are not used to having to drag their bodies around and pull stones on the ground.
Song Ye also picked out a few pieces, and most likely they were not green. Just as she was pulling away the things at her side, a hand suddenly stretched out from beside her and grabbed the wool at her feet. She looked over from the corner of her eye and saw that she was right in front of her. The man with glasses smiled softly, "Anyway, if you don't want it, give it to me."
Song Ye looked at the piece of wool in his hand and confirmed that it had just passed through his hand, then ignored him and continued to look for others.
Seeing her neutral expression, the man curled his lips and hid the goodies in his sleeves.
Unfortunately, after Song Ye searched for a long time, he only found a piece of glutinous rice green jadeite with floating flowers on a white background and an ice-type dark green jadeite. The color of both pieces was not pure enough, and the price was also greatly reduced.