In an instant, the sound of more than a dozen submachine guns being loaded immediately rang out.
This was particularly abrupt in the dance hall filled with the sound of singing and dancing, and everyone held their breath.
The dancers and singers on the stage were also too frightened to move.
The man who had been silent all this time drew a circle with his slender fingers on the mouth of the wine glass, and his voice sounded softly and coldly.
"Continue! Who allowed you to stop?!"
It was clear and cold, without any sound of joy or anger, but somehow it made people feel like a icy cold wind suddenly poured into a person's body, a chill came from the back, and the hairs stood on end.
Although the people on the stage were flustered, they still sang and danced pretending to be calm.
It's just that the confusing feeling is no longer there.
Yi Haowei frowned slightly, and the people around him immediately understood when they saw it.
He rushed to the stage with people directly, and dragged the people on the outside into the backstage. After a few wailing and gunshots, everything returned to calm.
The next performer came up quickly.
This time it was finally sung correctly, but the audience in the entire ballroom no longer had that wanton laughter.
The air is so oppressive that it feels like you want to suffocate.
Luo Liyan looked at the man in front of him making an example of others, and his heart was calm without any waves.
She let go of the wrist she had just twisted, and sat down directly, ignoring the dark muzzles of the dozens of guns pointing at her.
"You are very courageous!" Yi Haowei's deep and hoarse voice, like a cello in the low range, rang out slowly.
Luo Liyan casually leaned against the back of the sofa, then raised her eyebrows and looked at him.
"I've always been very courageous, didn't you already know that?"
"Sometimes it's too big, and it will only die faster!" Yi Haowei didn't even give her the corner of his eyes, and his tone was full of threats.
It's just that Luo Liyan has always been thick-skinned and has a dozen guns on his head without fear.
She laughed cheerfully, then took the wine bottle in front of Yi Haowei, poured herself a glass of wine, and took a sip.
"The wine in your house is not very good!" Luo Liyan pouted a little disgustedly, seeing that Yi Haowei was still indifferent to him, and then returned to the topic, "I know clearly in my heart Very, you are here to avenge the revenge of ten years ago! Anyway, you are going to die anyway, so what difference does it make if you die early or die late!"
When she mentioned the word "ten years ago", Yi Haowei's hand holding the wine glass slammed hard, and the glass shattered.
He threw out the broken glass in his hand, took the towel handed over by the person next to him and wiped his hands, then raised his head to look at Luo Liyan.
Those deep and pitch-black eyes, like a deep spring, swirl, and one cannot help but sink into it.
"So you came here today to prepare to die?" The corners of his mouth slightly tilted to one side, revealing a cruel smile.
"How is it possible?" Luo Liyan's eyes widened, "I haven't seen you for ten years, and I miss you so much that I came here to take a sneak peek at you. After all, I liked you so much back then, even after ten years, As soon as I heard your name, I immediately remembered it."
When Yi Haowei heard her words, a monstrous anger rose in his heart.
But Luo Liyan acted as if she hadn't noticed anything, and suddenly moved her body in front of him, blinking her eyes, and looked at him obsessively.