"Wha, what?"
Song Yijun looked at the blood gradually dispersing in the cup and slowly blending with the water, with a look of disbelief on her face, "Do you want me to drop blood in this too?"
"if not?"
Bai Cheng looked at her and smiled naturally, "Don't worry, the cut will only last a moment and it won't hurt."
As a result, Song Yijun was so frightened that she took three steps back with resistance on her face, "No, I don't want to cut my hand. It will definitely hurt to death, so I don't want it."
"You don't want it?" Baicheng repeated these three words, and the news on his face suddenly stopped and turned into a cold look.
Then his tone was different from before, and he suddenly became fierce, "Miss Song, I can tell you without hesitation, it is your luck that you are able to swear an oath of blood to me here today!"
"You have such luck, thanks to your aunt! Because if it weren't for Sister Ruoqing's face, I would never agree to a woman like you joining my organization!"
Listening to these words, Song Yijun was already confused.
What kind of blood oath? What organization
Why hadn't anyone mentioned any of this to her
What exactly is going on!
Didn’t Auntie say that the road has been paved for her
Could it be that by coming here, she lost her life for no reason
Thinking of this, Song Yijun was extremely flustered and quickly explained to Baicheng in front of her, "I'm sorry Baicheng, I don't know what you mean by these words. Can you explain it to me clearly?"
Hearing this, Baicheng suddenly fell into silence.
Then he calmed down, glanced at the subordinate next to him strangely, and asked, "Doesn't this woman still know the rules here?"
"Well, it seems that I really don't know." The man next to him shook his head innocently.
"Damn! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Baicheng glared at the men next to him.
The subordinates were also helpless because they didn't know Song Yijun at all, let alone tell her the rules here.
Of course, none of the subordinates around him dared to say these words of protest. They can only think about it silently in their hearts, and then swallow it back in their stomachs.
As a result, at this time, Baicheng glared at them again, picked the nearest subordinate, and kicked his butt hard, "Where are your brains?"
"Didn't you just say that this woman doesn't know the rules here? Don't any of you come out and explain? Everyone is just a piece of wood!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong!"
The subordinate who was kicked in the butt immediately stood up, and then said to Song Yijun tremblingly, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, maybe you are new here and don't know the rules here, so I will explain them to you next. .”
"There is a rule in our White Blood Organization. Anyone who joins the organization must go through the process of swearing a blood oath to the organization!"
"There are three levels of swearing. Junior swearers are the kind of gangsters who enter the organization. They only need to swear an oath to their respective hall masters."
"The intermediate-level oath is when the ministers from each division of the organization come together and swear an oath to the organization with blood."
"The highest level is the oath you make directly with our boss Baicheng. Once the oath is successful, the boss will allocate you an area of your own."
"From now on, you will be under the direct management of the boss. No one can order you except the boss. It is equivalent to saying that one person is inferior to ten thousand people."
After saying this tremblingly, the subordinate immediately retreated tremblingly.
But after saying this, Song Yijun finally understood what was going on with this blood oath.
In fact, it is nothing more than putting his own blood and Baicheng's blood into a cup to establish a common contract, which counts as joining the organization.
Thinking of this, Song Yijun told herself with determination, hey, do you want to cut a cut on your hand? How painful could this be
Anyway, no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to when she was sent to prison by Tang Nuan Hua. She had to eat the bread given by her aunt. When the medicine took effect, the pain was like being eaten by countless insects. .
Besides, with just one drop of blood, she can officially join this organization and become Baicheng's direct subordinate.
And according to what the subordinate said just now, it seems that she can have an independent area of her own.
With such a good exchange condition, why not
After thinking about it in his mind, Song Yijun looked at Baicheng and nodded firmly, "Okay, Baicheng, I am willing to swear an oath to you and become a member of the White Blood Organization from now on."
After saying that, she took the knife from Baicheng's hand without hesitation and slashed her finger hard.
A huge drop of blood suddenly emerged from the fingertips. Song Yijun quickly gritted her teeth and dropped the drop of blood into the cup just now.
"Snap, snap, snap, snap!"
Seeing the completion of this picture, Baicheng didn't know when he put away the explosive state of the picture, and then restored his innocent smile and clapped his hands appreciatively, "That's right, I like it. A very well-behaved girl like you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pinch Song Yijun's face, then retracted his hand a little uncomfortable, and softly underestimated, "It is indeed a fake face. It's really not as comfortable to touch as the real face."
Song Yijun's expression suddenly changed.
Then Baicheng changed the subject with an indifferent expression, "Don't worry, I will treat you very well for Sister Ruoqing's sake in the future. If you have any requests, just ask me and I can satisfy you unconditionally." .”
After saying this with a smile, Baicheng suddenly regained his expressionless face, and then coldly ordered the men around him, "Go and call up that Gu Jun downstairs."
"Yes." The subordinate nodded immediately, and then went downstairs to call for someone.
Song Yijun looked at Baicheng at this time and realized clearly in her heart that this man's face changed faster than turning the pages of a book!
Don't say he looks like a yandere, he is just a yandere, okay
Of course, Song Yijun only dared to think this in her heart. After all, from today on, the yandere-like man in front of her will be her immediate boss.
This also means that she, Song Yijun, will never go back to her previous life.
"Boss, I brought people up."
While Song Yijun was thinking, the subordinate just now called Gu Jun up from downstairs.
When Baicheng saw Gu Jun, he suddenly squinted his eyes and smiled, then stepped forward and reached out to pat Gu Jun's shoulder, which was almost as strong as his own.