Chapter 50 Sit down and let her have wild thoughts

An hour ago, there was a fight at Chaoyang Wharf that shocked Lincheng. It is said that the trigger was that the Sheng's merchant ship returning from the sea collided with a fishing boat. Suddenly, a dozen young adults jumped out of the fishing boat and started fighting with the people on the merchant ship.

As if they had planned it in advance, all the people on the dock preparing to carry goods were disguised Lianjiazi. More than 200 people appeared on the shore and divided into two waves to fight fiercely.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this was the return of the Sheng's merchant ship, and another group of people were aiming to grab the goods. As a result, the fighting was about the same, and the number of people grabbing the goods was getting smaller and smaller. At that time, the military people came out and beat the mantis behind.

"It turns out it's you." Sheng Mingyue took out his gun and pointed it at Qin Yanchi, "You plotted against me."

"Ah!" Everyone in the venue was startled, and they all crouched down almost instinctively.

Qin Yanchi raised one leg disapprovingly and put his ankle on the knee of the other leg: "How can this be called calculation? There is something on the merchant ship. I don't need to remind you, right?"

Sheng Mingyue has been occupying the waterway of Chaoyang Wharf to do the opium cream business. Qin Dashuai hates the opium cream and suffers from the fact that he has never had a chance to find out about him.

In addition, Sheng Mingyue is a local snake in Lincheng. Qin Yanchi's father fought for several years but ended up with a tie. They were divided into two and did not interfere with each other. This was also the first time Qin Yanchi appeared on Sheng Mingyue's territory. Hospitals have to follow the rules.

"Come here!" Sheng Mingyue shouted angrily, but unfortunately there was no movement. His men had already been dispatched by Qin Yanchi's men. His hand holding the gun trembled: "Qin Yanchi, how long can you be happy? If I die today, I will take you with me."

"Pfft... Haha." Qin Yanchi laughed and stood up and walked towards Sheng Mingyue, "It doesn't matter whether I am happy or not, but your reporter lover Sang... should be very happy now."

Sheng Mingyue glared at Qin Yanchi angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do?"

"Wrong again. It's not what I did, but what your nephew did." Qin Yanchi stretched out his hand to hold the gun in Sheng Mingyue's hand, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

'Ta', there are no bullets in the gun.

"Your good nephew is too greedy and I don't like it. So I chopped off his hands, but it won't stop him from doing that to your little lover." Qin Yanchi let go of his hand, walked towards Sheng Mingyue, and used all his strength to The small voice said: "Your nephew is a good man, hahaha..."

After speaking, he walked to the main table and glared at the host who was already lying limply on the ground: "Go on! What are you doing standing there in a daze? Music!"

The host was gasping for breath out of fear, and two lines of tears had left two traces on his face: "Please...please...come, the guests are seated, now...ours, ours..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already fainted.

The boss at the venue ordered a few people to carry the person down, and then replaced the host. The music played and the singing and dancing took place, and the episode just now was like an illusion from a parallel time and space.

"Cousin." Fang Tingyun raised his glass and gestured to Qin Yanchi, but Qin Yanchi glanced over him and landed on Jiang Shuyao's face, "Sit..."

Jiang Shuyao stood one step behind Fang Tingyun, always feeling that the words 'sit down' made her think wildly. She shook her head, pushing these thoughts away.

"Okay, let's sit here." Fang Tingyun took Jiang Shuyao and sat across from Qin Yanchi. "Yaoyao, you can eat whatever you want. If you're embarrassed, just tell me and I'll eat it for you."

"Well, thank you, Brother Tingyun."

Qin Yanchi curled his lips...