Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Don't be impatient. If you are impatient, you will lose." A wicked look appeared on the corner of Si Mo's handsome mouth. Then he took every step deliberately with great force so that the people inside the door could hear it.

His concerns were not wrong, because behind the door stood the hostess with a hateful face and several thugs she had hired.

Si Mo is no longer the same Si Mo. She still feels scared when she thinks about how he lost control today. So she must find some reliable people to punish Si Mo and let him know who is the master of this opera house!

The woman moved her index finger to her lips and secretly exchanged glances with the people beside her. Soon, the footsteps outside the door stopped, and Si Mo's voice sounded from the opposite side: "Boss, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Bang— —!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman was seen standing alone in the middle, looking down at Si Mo from a condescending posture. She put her hands on her hips, as if she wanted to look at people with her chin.

"You come in with me!"

Si Mo folded his hands lazily across his chest, pretending to ignore the gray shadows by the door... He was really stupid.

Following her, Si Mo could hear even the slightest sound in the room.

It was the sound of the men's hands clenching their sticks.

When Si Mo came in, the woman stopped pretending and motioned for them to close the door, with a smug smile on her face.

"Huh, what's the matter? You have the nerve to ask!"

"Si Mo, today I will beat you until you can tell who is the master and who is the slave!"

"You all, beat them up! If anyone dies, I will be responsible for it. It has nothing to do with you!"

The woman waved her hand and gave orders to several strong men.

Several people immediately surrounded the young man in the middle, but after seeing Si Mo's face clearly, a hint of hesitation flashed across their faces -

I thought he was a difficult person who needed so many people to deal with, but now I see that he is just a skinny boy!

It feels like he will die after just a few hits, and he's so handsome, wouldn't it be a pity to beat him to death?

"Come on! What are you looking at me for?"

"You've already taken the money, and you're still trying to deny it?!"

Everyone looked at each other and felt that they really couldn't do it: "This..."

Just as they were hesitating, Si Mo spoke faintly: "Why do I feel that this sentence sounds so familiar?"

"It seems that you said the same thing to Mo Xunyu this morning."

Si Mo took a step forward, and the woman stepped back in fear.

"With so many lives lost, do you really think Liyuan can bear this responsibility?"

"Oh, Si Mo, stop scaring me!" The host's voice was obviously trembling a little. Because there were outsiders here, she would lose face if she did so, so she had to bravely shout: "Since you broke the rules, you must be punished."

"Besides, it's your own poor constitution. If you died, what does it have to do with me?"

"What are you looking at? Don't just stand there, hurry up!!"

The woman took several steps back and finally tripped over something, falling down into a pile of junk. She was covered in dust and coughing non-stop.

Several strong men looked at each other and made the decision helplessly.

They just do the job for money, and they have to do whatever the boss says. Although they feel sorry for him, they will not show mercy to Si Mo when they start fighting.

Several people holding one-meter-long wooden sticks slowly approached Si Mo.

Unexpectedly, the boy did not look surprised, nor did he look scared. Instead, Si Mo kindly reminded them, "I'll give you one chance. If you want to live, just act like it."

Si Mo crossed his fingers, pressed the backs of his hands a few times with his palms facing downwards, tilted his head slightly, and scanned them with deep eyes, like a dark and bottomless abyss, staring up at all living beings.

"Of course, the choice is yours. If you really want to fight me, that's fine."

After saying this, Si Mo took the wooden stick from the sturdy man closest to him, weighed it in his hand, and smiled: "Borrow it for a while, don't you mind?"

Such a good-looking boy was smiling at him. The strong man's heart suddenly choked, and his brain seemed to have stopped working. He could only nod and shake his head: "Hehe, no, I don't mind..."

The woman's eyes almost popped out of her head in shock. What was going on??!

The person next to him came to his senses and slapped the man on the back of his head. The sturdy man then came to his senses, covered his head and grimaced.

"Young Master, are you sure?"

The man behind him turned the stick around with a serious expression and said to Si Mo, "If something really happens, we will not be responsible."

After Si Mo nodded in acquiescence, everyone finally faced the young man seriously, with the usual coldness and ruthlessness of thugs on their faces.

Seeing that the situation was getting back on track, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that she would be affected and covered in blood, so she wisely crouched down and hid away. Soon, she heard the dull sound of someone waving a stick behind her.

The woman had a pleased look on her face. She turned around to see Si Mo being beaten on the ground, but this sight almost gave her a heart attack.

It turned out that the muffled groaning sound of fists hitting flesh that she heard before was not from Si Mo, but from these strong men? ? Several of them were unable to beat an ordinary actor boy?

Si Mo was still standing steadily not far away, with not a speck of dust on his clothes. He was like an elegant god who had come to the dusty land, came and went intact, leaving no trace.

On the contrary, those sturdy men, after being courteous at the beginning and gradually realizing that something was wrong, decided to try their best. However, they still found that they could not do anything to Si Mo, and were easily knocked several meters away by the young man.

Si Mo sighed nonchalantly, with light and shadows swimming in his thrilling eyes. The young man wiped his fingertips and said slowly, "Is there anyone else who can get up?"

"In the second round, I will fight you with bare hands." After saying that, Si Mo threw away the wooden stick in his hand. He looked like he was laughing, but the smile was not even in his eyes: "However, the price this time is that if you lose, you will lose your life."

"I gave you guys a chance."

Some of these people were holding their chests in pain, while others were hugging their calves and arms, and they no longer had the strength to get up. After hearing Si Mo's devilish voice, cold sweats broke out on everyone.

This was not just a matter of underestimating the enemy... In fact, they had no way to deal with Si Mo.

No one wanted to die completely because of a mission or spend the rest of their life in bed, so when Si Mo counted down to "2" with his fingers raised, he quickly got up and ran away.

"No, you...you are a bunch of losers! You can't even beat an actor, what's the point of me hiring you!!"

When the owner of the opera house saw this scene, he forgot his fear for a moment and ran out to curse at the group of people.

When he could no longer see anyone, Si Mo smiled faintly and patted her shoulder: "Boss."

The woman turned around in fright and took a deep breath when she saw Si Mo's face so close to her.