Chapter 15 Old Friends

  VIP4 box

  The man was wearing a tattered shirt hanging on his body.

  The man in front of him has yellow hair and holds broken glass in his hand.

  The cold glass touched his arm, but he didn't respond at all.

  The yellow-haired man gave a morbid smile and turned hard.

  The sharp glass cut across the delicate skin, and bright red blood flowed out.

   Dazzlingly red blood flowed down the fair skin, carrying a brutal beauty.

  The yellow-haired man smiled more happily, and the glass in his hand kept gliding across the man's skin.

   Not long after, the man's arm was already covered with blood, like a blood man.

  The blood on the man's face faded, and his lips began to turn white, but there was no expression on his face.

  Like a dilapidated doll, insensitive.

   "As expected of being the top brand of Yuhun, why don't you say anything?" The yellow-haired man licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, stood up and began to untie his belt.

   "What are you doing? You're not so **** that you won't let a man go, are you?" The people next to you started booing.

  The yellow-haired man moved eagerly, and his breathing became heavier because of excitement.

   "I'd like to see if he doesn't respond to peeing on his face."

   "You still know how to play!"

  The others did not stop, but whistled excitedly.

  The yellow-haired man pulled out the belt, looked at the belt in his hand, and showed a nasty smile.

  He raised the belt and pulled it towards the man.

'Snapped-'

  The belt was drawn on the man's arm, soaked in blood, the color was much darker.

  The man trembled, but he still didn't say a word.

  The yellow-haired man's eyes turned red with excitement.

  The belt lashed the man again and again.

  Liao Feng sat on the sofa, shaking a red wine glass.

  He heard the pleasant sound of the belt slapping his skin, and he closed his eyes fascinated.

   Shiran saw this picture as soon as he entered the door.

  Her pupils constricted, the man knelt on the ground, his white shirt was already stained red with blood.

  The blood hurt her eyes.

  Her cold eyes fell on the yellow-haired man.

  The killing intent emerged.

  She stepped forward quickly, and grabbed the yellow-haired man's hand before he swung the belt off.

  ‘click’

'what! '

  The sound of bones breaking and screams sounded successively.

  The people in the box have not yet reacted.

   Shiran had already broken the yellow-haired man's wrist.

  Liao Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

  Although the woman who broke in was wearing a mask, he still recognized Shi Ran at a glance.

   Shi Ran was like a demon, and was grabbing the yellow-haired man by the collar.

  The next second she smiled cruelly.

  Her hand pulled down, her leg swept across the yellow-haired man's feet, and then let go.

  The yellow-haired man fell to the ground, and the broken glass pierced into his flesh.

  The screams seemed to resound throughout the building.

   There was deathly silence in the box.

   All eyes are on one person.

  The colorful light **** are still flickering, reflecting on the dark brown pupils, making it even more chilling.

  Amidst the screams of the yellow-haired man, Shiran stepped forward and squatted in front of the man.

  The man looked up, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

  But sometimes I can feel that he is looking at her.

  She said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, Qi Le, to trouble you."

  Qi Le is the headliner of Yuhun Nightclub.

  Before, Yuanchen would come to Jade Hunt almost every other week, and ordered Qi Le every time.

  Qi Le is a beautiful boy with few words.

  Every time the original body came to this boy, he wouldn't give her a smiley face, and he was so numb that he didn't have any emotions.

  Liao Feng is a fan of Shi Wenfei.

  Shi Wenfei often urged Liao Feng to bully Yuanshen.

  Liao Feng approached her this time probably because of the recording incident last time.

   It's just that she didn't expect to implicate Qi Le.

  Seeing that Qi Le was covered in blood, Shi Ran seemed to be affected by the original body's emotions, and felt heartache so bad that he couldn't breathe.

   "Wait for me." Shi Ran said softly.

  Qi Le still didn't respond.

  She got up and picked up the belt that the yellow-haired man dropped on the ground.

   His sharp gaze swept across the people present.

  She raised her hand, and the belt cut through the sky.

'Snapped! '

'what! '

  The yellow-haired man arched up in pain.

  The belt slapped him, and he collapsed on the ground, the broken glass on his lower abdomen pierced deeper.

  With a grim expression, he looked at his friend who was still in a daze.

   "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and catch this bitch! Can a group of men still beat a woman?"

  The people in the box just woke up.

   "Shiran, I didn't expect you to actually dare to seek death." Because of the superiority in numbers, Liao Feng gained confidence.

   "How can I kill you if I don't come?" She said in a cold tone, "Since you like being a dog licking so much, don't be a human in your next life."

  Occasionally swing the belt.

  Liao Feng's face twisted, "You guys take this **** down for me, and I'll let you have a good time, bitch!"

"okay!"

  The lewd eyes of the other men in the private room swept over Shiran's whole body, they smiled obscenely, and approached Shiran step by step.

   Shi Ran narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered.

  Being overwhelmed.

  She rushed up.

  …

   Ji Wenfeng turned the car key with his index finger, and when he passed the VIP4 box, he heard screams inside.

  He paused, but soon saw the strangeness again.

  Many of the guests who come to Jade Hunter are not kind.

   When encountering psychopaths, it is not uncommon for Jade Hunter’s public relations men to be abused.

  Yu Lie is doing this kind of service, so it is not surprising that there are screams.

  He passed by and pushed open the door of the VIP3 box.

   "You came here slowly enough, what about Shiran? Didn't you mean to send her here?"

   Qiu Yaohang asked curiously when he saw that Ji Wenfeng was the only one.

   "She left before me." Ji Wenfeng picked up the wine on the table and drank it down with a heroic gesture.

  The wine glass knocked on the table, and he looked at Qiu Yaohang, "Why did you come here suddenly? Which one of you likes this?"

  Qiu Yaohang silently moved his eyes to the man who was drinking lazily in the center of the sofa.

  Chu Jinchen was wearing a blue striped shirt with his wrists rolled up. In the dark, he looked like a leopard dormant for a while.

  Ji Wenfeng was surprised, but he did not ask any further questions.

   "Why did Shiran come here? You sent her here, what's the matter?" Qiu Yaohang continued to ask.

   "Why do you pay so much attention to my artists?" Ji Wenfeng stared at Qiu Yaohang warily.

  Qiu Yaohang was speechless, "What do you call your artist? That is also my artist, okay? Is it strange for a boss to care about his artists?"

   "Besides, I'm not the only one who wants to know." Qiu Yaohang squinted at Chu Jinchen.

  Chu Jinchen sat there quietly, obviously not speaking, but the powerful aura made it impossible to ignore him.

  Ji Wenfeng and Qiu Yaohang exchanged glances.

   After a while, he said, "She said she didn't come to play, and I think she seems to be in a hurry."

   "Urgent matter?" Qiu Yaohang rubbed his chin.

   Brain was jolted, he clapped his hands suddenly, "I remembered! Isn't it written in Shiran's information that she has an old friend in Yuhun?"

   "Good old friend?" Ji Wenfeng was puzzled.

   There are no old friends in the information he read.

   "Shiran used to come to Yu Lie every week before, and the order was from the same person, who seemed to be called Qi Le, but he was an old friend."

   Saying that, Qiu Yaohang looked at Chu Jinchen again, "You gave me the information, I should remember correctly, right?"

   "Yes." Chu Jinchen replied, the meaning was unclear.

  Qiu Yaohang immediately called the manager to come in.

   "I want to order your top card here, Qi Le." Qiu Yaohang cut to the point.

  (end of this chapter)