Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

After paying the bill, Tang Yisheng suddenly felt goodwill and started to care about other people's stomachs. I was afraid that the table next to me wouldn't have enough food, so I kindly ordered more dishes for them, such as lobster, abalone, etc. I ordered them whatever was delicious and made sure they had enough.

Those who can open a shop here basically have some background. If you want to have a Bawang meal, it is absolutely impossible.

Of course, they can actually stop Tang Yisheng's behavior now, but their brains, which have been damaged by alcohol, may not be able to think about such complicated matters.

Nan Qiao looked at Tang Yisheng's evil behavior, his eyes moved slightly, the corner of his lips curled up into a smile, but he said nothing.

The two of them walked towards the door together.

"Oh~~ This bitch came over by herself, look..." One of the men at the table smiled foolishly, rolled his cloudy eyes twice, and his undisguised gaze was like chewed gum. It stuck to Nan Qiao.

"Come on and let me touch you. I'm wearing so little. Isn't it just for others to touch... Hehe..."

As he spoke, he touched Nan Qiao's buttocks with his hands. His fingers were thick and short, and the black claws were still stained with a layer of sticky oil. There was something stuck between the nails, which were all burnt.

Nan Qiao originally wanted to hide, but glanced aside and suddenly suppressed his movements.

The slutty hand was stopped by a strong palm with distinct joints. Probably due to the exertion, a layer of obvious veins bulged out on the back of the hand. The veins were clear and inexplicably sexy.

"I'm wearing less, why don't you touch me, brother?" Tang Yisheng grabbed Rendu's wrist with a playful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"It hurts, it hurts..." The man's whole body trembled due to the sudden burst of pain on his wrist. His first reaction was to grin and howl, "What are you doing! Let me go!"

He instinctively reached out to break off Tang Yisheng's hand. But in the current situation, not to mention how much force Tang Yisheng used, how could he, who was not even 1.7 meters tall and was still drunk, be able to break open the chicken?

"Let go... you bastard!" The man could only let out an incompetent roar. He raised his head and was about to curse, but he happened to meet Tang Yisheng's eyes. As if he was frightened, his pupils shrank sharply and the yelling stopped abruptly.

To be honest, Tang Yisheng's eyes are pretty and not scary at all. Moreover, his eyes are slightly curved now, and he even seems to be smiling, very kind.

There was just no emotion in his eyes, it didn't look like he was looking at...a living person.

It seemed like the next second, he would kill him directly.

His life was threatened, and the man's brain, numbed by alcohol, suddenly sobered up a bit. He remembered that this was not a peaceful country. Due to certain policies, many desperadoes liked to wander and stay here, especially at night, when everyone was there.

Isn't he messing with someone he shouldn't be messing with? The man's eyes glanced at the back of Tang Yisheng's waist, and he swallowed uncontrollably.

In his heart, he actually wanted to beg for mercy and run away, but the man's weird and inexplicable pride made him hold on.

But even so, he just stood there and didn't dare to do anything else.

Tang Yisheng glanced at his calm expression, grinned, and asked Youyou: "Why, brother doesn't touch me anymore?"

"No... I won't touch you anymore." The man shook his head subconsciously, then realized what he had said, and quickly changed his words, "I didn't intend to touch you at first. You... what are you doing to hold me? Let go."

Tang Yisheng did not let go as he wanted, but raised the corners of his mouth: "Since brother doesn't want to touch it, I will help him touch it."

"Click..." "Click..." Two crisp sounds came, and Tang Yisheng let go of the man's wrist.

The noisy hotel seemed to quiet down for a moment, and then various voices revived, including whispers and loud conversations.

After drinking, his brain was paralyzed, and the transmission of all information was slowed down by half a beat. The man's eyes widened. It was not until Tang Yisheng took his hand back that he realized the severe pain from his wrist.

"Ah!" The man let out a rather ferocious roar, his expression twisted and ferocious, and he squatted down, covering his wrists.

After the wrist was broken, even if it was reattached immediately, the feeling was very uncomfortable.

Tang Yisheng glanced at it coldly: "Brother, it feels good to touch him this time. Don't let me touch him next time."

The man squatted on the ground speechless. Tang Yisheng ignored him and focused his attention on Nan Qiao again: "Let's go."

"okay."

The two people walked out of the door, and there was a chaos behind them.

"Damn it, what are you doing for food? Don't you know how to help me?" A roar came out.

"It's your own fault. Besides, who knows if he has a mucang in his hand...just keep eating."

"Eat shit, don't eat any more!"

"Okay, waiter, pay!"

"Fuck! Who ordered this?"

...

The sound gradually disappeared.

Tang Yisheng glanced at Nan Qiao who was walking beside him, and then noticed her clothes.

Retro red suspenders, slightly close-fitting dark blue jeans, the trouser legs have a flared design, and a pair of transparent thick-heeled sandals on her feet.

Tang Yisheng is a mercenary who has traveled to countless countries. In his opinion, Nan Qiao's outfit is really normal, so he kept looking at it and didn't notice anything wrong, but he forgot that this is country M. , not country A.

The people here are far from being civilized to that level, especially men, who can't keep that kind of thing away from their minds.

Even if they dress themselves up like a nun, they will still look at the two exposed eyes and lust after them. In their eyes, Nan Qiao's outfit was probably a naked signal of seduction.

Tang Yisheng felt a headache.

"You better not wear such clothes in the future. The environment here is not that of Country A. If something happens, you won't have a place to cry even if you want to."

She was right, but the environment did not allow it.

"But the clothes I brought are all like this." Nan Qiao blinked, "And do you think what happened tonight wouldn't have happened if I changed my clothes?"

Tang Yisheng met Nan Qiao's beautiful face.

Terrible.

Even if she put a sack on her, the result would be the same.

Tang Yisheng had no choice but to change his explanation: "When you go out from now on, take Mucang with you."

No matter how good her skills are, she is still afraid of kitchen knives. If she can't beat her, she will just open the wooden warehouse. No one will dare to touch her.

"Can't I take you with me?" Nan Qiao asked.

Tang Yisheng glanced at her: "If you rely on a mountain, a mountain will fall, and if you rely on everyone, you can run away." He was just a money-maker. If he was really in danger, could he still risk his life to save her?

Can she let him run? joke.

Nan Qiao sneered in his heart, but on his face——

"It seems to make sense." Nan Qiao nodded and said seriously: "Then you teach me how to use Mucang, I don't know how."

666: Selling troops—those who don’t know how to use wooden warehouses?

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