Half an hour later, Yin Lingzi flew to 707's side and pushed 707's shoulder with his tentacles: "Don't wait any longer. With the luck of the master, I think I can play for several days. Just go and do whatever you want!"
Bai Yan yawned lazily and put his head on Jin Qing's lap: he was also curious about how Jin Qing did it and why he could accurately shake out the two wordless notes every time.
After a long, long time, 707 was ready to give up waiting.
Jin Qing finally crushed the paper ball in his hand into powder and pointed at the task panel casually: "That's it!"
707's eyes lit up when he heard this. Without looking at what the mission was, he opened the mission door and rolled Jin Qing in.
The host has finally chosen a task, but it must not let anyone run away.
There was a dull pain in my chest, face, and hands.
The sharp roar of an old woman kept coming to my ears: "Manager Wang, our Yueru sent a living person to you, but he was carried back sideways. Shouldn't your dance hall be responsible?"
Jin Qing frowned.
It wasn't because of the pain in my body, and it wasn't because of the old woman's sharp and unpleasant voice.
Instead, she discovered that her left hand seemed to be missing two fingers.
In order to confirm his guess, Jin Qing moved his left hand slightly, but he vomited a large mouthful of blood due to pulling on the wound.
At this time, a woman's surprised voice came to Jin Qing's ear: "Mom, Yueru is not dead, Yueru is still alive."
This woman's voice was neither impatient nor impatient, gentle and soft, but it clearly reached the ears of several people present.
After hearing the woman's words, the eyes of the old woman who had been noisy just now suddenly widened.
Not caring about making trouble with Manager Wang anymore, he turned around and walked quickly to Jin Qing, pushed away the woman who was bending down to wipe Jin Qing's blood, and knelt directly beside Jin Qing.
After confirming that Jin Qing was still breathing, the old woman's face darkened.
Giving the surprised woman a hateful look, the old woman lowered her head and looked at Jin Qing, her eyes full of malice.
If she carries Yueru home today, it may not be so easy to cause trouble in the future.
She had to think carefully about how to make Yueru die as soon as possible in front of everyone.
This shameless dead woman is still so tough on her life even if she keeps pestering her son.
If she doesn't die soon, what reason will she use to ask for money?
Feeling that the wound was healing rapidly from the inside out, Jin Qing took a deep breath.
The woman was seriously injured, and the wound spread from her left arm to her chest.
Every time he moved, he would vomit a mouthful of blood.
Jin Qing curled his lips, this is too unscientific, how could one person have so much blood.
There were more and more people watching the excitement around, and the old woman's expression became more and more impatient, because she noticed that Jin Qing's face was getting better.
For her, this is not good news.
Her son finally got rid of this woman's temptation and began to dislike this woman's dirty body. She could no longer give this woman a chance to breathe.
Just as the old woman was maliciously thinking about how to kill Jin Qing, she heard screams from the crowd, and some even whistled.
The old woman looked back and saw a woman wearing a large floral cheongsam with the sides slit up to her thighs slowly walking towards them.
The woman has wavy hair and a curly figure.
She wore a mink shawl draped over her shoulders and wore bright red high heels.
The slender heels made her legs long and straight.
She held a jade cigarette rod in her left hand. The cigarette clamped on the cigarette rod was not lit at this time.
The right hand holds a crystal ashtray.
She slowly walked up to Manager Wang. When her high heels touched the concrete floor, they made a very rhythmic clicking sound, as if they were stepping on the hearts of all the men present.
This person is Jin Fuyao, the boss of Fuguihua, the first dance hall in Dahuangpu.
She is also the lover of Mr. Zhang, one of the three giants in Huangpu.
Looking at this top beauty, everyone present was ready to make a move, but unfortunately Jin Fuyao was beyond their reach.
Not only because of Mr. Zhang behind Jin Fuyao, but also because of this beauty's violent temper.
Jin Fuyao stood next to Manager Wang and asked in a gentle tone: "Why is there such a loud noise?"
Manager Wang broke into a cold sweat after listening to such a light word. He was hunching his neck and was about to explain to Jin Fuyao.
Unexpectedly, the next second, the ashtray in Jin Fuyao's hand had already hit him on the head: "Pus has a bad brain, Hong Kong is an adopted son's old tutor, let's do business, but let's compete!"
Jin Fuyao was not a native of Huangpu, so his words in Huangpu were extremely irregular.
But when she cursed people, she was extremely careless. Manager Wang was soon beaten to the head with a bloody head and fell to the ground.
Jin Fuyao stood up and threw the bloody ashtray in his hand on Manager Wang who was lying on the ground, holding his head and not daring to say a word.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that was splashed on his face, straightened his messy long hair, straightened the shawl on his shoulders, and then slowly walked to Jin Qing and stood next to them.
The old woman and the woman were obviously frightened by Jin Fuyao's fierce look just now.
Seeing Jin Fuyao walking this way, he actually sat on the ground and kept moving back, trying to get further away from Jin Fuyao.
Seeing the bearish looks of these two people, Jin Fuyao didn't bother to pay attention to them. He just tapped Jin Qing's shoulder with the toe of his shoe and sneered: "My brain is not good, but my desire to survive is quite strong."
After saying that, Jin Fuyao retracted his feet and put the cigarette rod to his mouth impatiently.
Seeing that the beauty wanted to smoke, several bodyguards behind her took out lighters and sent them to her at the same time.
The onlookers took a breath as they watched the full power-bearing posture.
After smoking a cigarette, Jin Fuyao ordered his subordinates: "Take the person back and find a doctor to come and take a look."
After saying that, Jin Fuyao turned around and walked into the Fortune Flower.
It would be open in a few hours, and she didn't have time to mess around with these losers.
Seeing Jin Fuyao's bodyguard lifting Jin Qing up, his desire for money finally outweighed the fear in his heart.
The old woman took two quick steps and grabbed the arm of one of the bodyguards: "Yueru is a member of my Wang family. If you want to take her away, you must give me an explanation."
Everyone took a breath again, but this time they were surprised by the old woman's fearless spirit in asking for money rather than her life.
Jin Fuyao didn't even look back and kicked Manager Wang on the waist: "You dead man, I'll pay you to come back and drink from the northwest wind."
Manager Wang grunted after being kicked, but he no longer dared to pretend to be dead. He immediately got up and crawled to catch up with the old woman who was about to roll around.
He is only afraid of his own boss, and other people are nothing to him.
Jin Qing was carried into a quiet room. Smelling the strong perfume in the room, Jin Qing yawned quietly. Was she rescued?
I never thought that she would be rescued one day.
This feels really strange. Are these people planning to trick her into ripping out her heart and kidneys?
