Chapter 171 Blood

On the sixth floor of the hotel, in the room at the corner, the curtains were tightly pulled and the light was dim.

Susan and Xiaoya are tied to chairs.

Xiaoya had injuries on her face and body, her hair was messy, and her head was drooping, as if she had fainted.

In comparison, Susan looked much more decent, with no obvious external scars on her body. She was just struggling, and her bound wrist was broken, bleeding and her clothes and hairstyle were messed up.

The house was filled with smoke, and more than a dozen young men with flower arms were sucking in the air. The man in the lead was covered in flesh, with a scar on his right face, and a pair of triangular eyes, which was sinister and fierce. He looked like a cruel character.

He seemed a little irritated, and sat on the leather sofa, playing with the dagger with a cold light in his hand.

Susan pretended to be calm and squeezed out a smile: "Master Zhou, what are you doing? We are all so familiar with each other. What can we not have a good conversation in a calm way?"

Zhou Dahu threw away the cigarette butt, snorted coldly, without answering.

"Master Zhou, you don't know that Brother Chen has always valued me. You tied me up indiscriminately. Didn't this flooding the Dragon King Temple?" Susan pursed her lips slightly and continued.

"Stop talking nonsense, if Master Chen knows that you two stinky bitches have attracted the notes, you will be the first one who won't let go!" Zhou Dahu was impatient when he heard this, slapped the table suddenly, and his eyes were wide open.

In the fierce light.

Susan's heart trembled, and her words were a little unscrupulous: "Master Zhou, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Those two people didn't look like Tiaozi. Xiaoya was confused for a moment and didn't take the words of Master Zhou and the manager to heart.

She already knows that she is wrong, you have a lot of adults, forgive her this time.”

Zhou Dahu sneered and turned his eyes to Xiaoya who was unconscious: "How to deal with this stinky girl depends on the manager's meaning. You tell me, it's useless."

After saying that, Zhou Dahu stood up, walked to Xiaoya, and pulled her hair up.

Xiaoya woke up in pain and saw Zhou Dahu's fierce face, and she was so scared that she cried: "Master Zhou, please let me go. I really know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again!"

"Don't you know now?" Zhou Dahu slapped hard, and five bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on Xiaoya's face. His pair of tiger palms pinched Xiaoya's chin with force, "The manager just said in the morning

No, you will not receive any new faces. You will cause trouble for me in a blink of an eye? If those two people are really bad, it would not be enough for you to die ten thousand times!"

Susan was anxious and watched Xiaoya be beaten, but there was no way to do anything.

This was indeed caused by Xiaoya, but if Liyang Hotel is sitting upright, what are you afraid of the police?

Susan bit her lip tightly, feeling extremely bad.

She wanted to expose all the darkness of Liyang Hotel and wanted to fight Zhou Dahu hard, but she was still too weak to do nothing.

She has always deliberately belittled Xiaoya and stumbling to her everywhere, but she doesn't want Xiaoya to become a receptionist.

When working as a front desk, you may only be occasionally teased by thugs like Zhou Dahu, but if you are treated as a reception, it means that you step into the abyss with one foot.

She told Xiaoya calmly, but Xiaoya was brainwashed too seriously by the manager and believed that after being a reception, she could use her own advantages to exchange for a bright future.

But is such a future really bright? No, it is dark and decadent.

The rapid phone ringing interrupted Susan's thoughts, and she felt a sudden slap in her heart and quickly looked at Zhou Dahu.

Zhou Dahu let go of Xiaoya's shackles, glanced at the two of them warningly, and answered the phone.

I saw his brows frowning tighter and tighter. He said several times in a row, "I understand" and "Okay", and then he hung up the phone with a dark face.

Susan looked at him nervously, as if waiting for the final judgment.

If nothing unexpected happens, the call should be called by the manager.

Sure enough, Zhou Dahu turned around and waved to his subordinates, then walked towards Xiaoya with a sinister look on his face.

Susan's heart sinks a little bit, and she doesn't care about her situation. She shouts in a hoarse voice: "Zhou Dahu, what are you going to do! Don't go over! Don't touch her!"

Under Zhou Dahu's eyes, several young men held Susan, who was struggling, and blocked her mouth with a towel.

Susan's mouth whimpered, her eyes turned red, and she stared at Zhou Dahu tightly.

Zhou Dahu moved his muscles and looked back at Susan, smiling with a malicious smile: "Smile, aren't you usually very arrogant? Just now the manager gave us instructions to deal with the troublemakers. Humph, look at this

It’s a pity to sell it to Southeast Asia like this. Brothers have worked hard, so I’ll let you have a good time today.”

As he said that, a lewd look appeared in his eyes and he walked towards Xiaoya with his hands ready to go.

Several young people behind Susan also began to touch each other.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the closed door was kicked open.

Lu Jingming was carrying a baseball bat, and his whole body exuded a cold killing aura, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes were slightly calm.

Wei Qingsong was protected by him, and his brown eyes were silently sweeping the situation in the room.

In addition to the scar man in the lead, there are about a dozen others, with several iron sticks standing in the corner of the wall, all of which are handy weapons.

"Fuck! Stinky stick!" Almost in the flash, Zhou Dahu had already picked up the iron stick and swung it towards Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming's reaction was also very quick. While swinging the baseball bat in his hand, he quickly took half a step in his right foot to avoid the sweeping shadow of the stick. Then he kicked the left leg horizontally, and kicked Zhou Dahu hard.

waist.

Accompanied by the dull collision, Zhou Dahu took several steps back and knocked over a wooden chair.

He was immediately angry and ordered the younger brother behind him: "Go up together and make these two notes!"

The thugs quickly surrounded him and stared at Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong one by one.

Lu Jingming blocked Wei Qingsong behind him, his eyes as if he was like a sword, and he observed the surrounding environment calmly and calmly.

He has a lot of experience in combat training at the police academy. It is not difficult to knock down these gangsters, but the number of the other party is too large, and there are two hostages, Susan and Xiaoya. In order to ensure the safety of the hostages, they still have to find a way.

Take out wisdom.

The air around seemed to solidify, and the thugs held the steel pipe sticks in their hands tightly, ready to go.

Two thugs on the left were already attacking first. They saw that Lu Jingming was very skilled, so they reached out to catch Wei Qingsong. Wei Qingsong avoided their attack neatly, and a beautiful sweeping leg tripped.

The thug closest to her, she picked up the wooden chair at her hand and smashed it into the thug's head without hesitation.

The wooden chair was split into pieces, and the thug touched the blood on his forehead, his eyes turned black, and he fainted in discomfort.

This fierce style really scared the other thugs and couldn't help but look at Wei Qingsong dumbly.

The woman looked soft and weak, and she was even more cruel than Lu Jingming's attack. She saw blood when she came up.

She squeaked her chestnut curly hair behind her, holding a sharp chair leg in her hand, lifting her eyebrows on the ground with evil spirits, and lifting her jaw lightly, and her expression seemed to be saying: Don't be afraid of death, just keep going.
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