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

Unfortunately, the expected sharp gunshot did not come out, and Chen Jun's shot was a miss.

How can it be? !

ka ka ka-

He pressed the button several times in disbelief, and the result was the same every time.

At the same time, his bullet was flying out of the gun chamber of the officer commander who was in charge of besieging the ferry accomplices in another way -

The ups and downs of the opera voice slowly fell from the climax and gradually disappeared into the terminal. The next second, the tightly closed door of the opera house was pushed open from the outside, and the dazzling sunlight shone in. In the fine dust, a team of people in military uniforms rushed in in an orderly manner.

The team led by Cen Xiang handcuffed Chen Jun's hands as quickly as possible, and there were more than a dozen informants squatting on the spot with their hands on their heads behind them.

Sun Yan, who had just been taking a walk outside, was also in the queue, including the little girl selling flowers.

"Young Marshal, all the people who stowed away at the port have been captured, and a total of X tons of Y banned substances have been seized!"

Chu Qingchen nodded calmly: "Take him back and lock him up, and wait for the marshal to deal with him."

"How did you do it? I was so cautious..." Before being taken away, Chen Jun struggled and shouted in the direction of Chu Qingchen: "Impossible... No!"

Prime Minister Cen was very discerning and stuffed a piece of linen that he had found from somewhere into his mouth, then clapped his hands in disgust and said, "Why are you talking so much?"

Most of the people present were still stunned. It still felt unreal after watching such a grand drama of an officer handling a case.

In the end, the word "Young Marshal" brought people back to their senses. Is there anyone else in Shanghai who can be called Young Marshal?

Therefore, this person must be Chu Qingchen himself!

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then someone in the crowd started to praise louder and louder.

However, at this moment, a boss who was hunched over to reduce her presence was only one step away from the back door to escape, but her calves suddenly seemed to be filled with lead. Before she could lift her legs, the woman fell forward and fell heavily to the ground with a shocked face.

Si Mo's voice sounded coldly behind him: "Where are you going? Did the boss forget something?"

"Oh no, now I should call him my former boss."

Everyone present was confused, and then they saw Si Mo standing in place and snapping his fingers. In an instant, dozens of actors ran out from the backstage. They had a clear division of labor and held down the fleeing woman and lifted her head up.

Everyone had a look of satisfaction on their face.

"Please be a witness," Chu Qingchen looked at Si Mo, and saw him walk down from the stage generously. He smiled wantonly and took out a piece of paper with the two people's handprints printed on it.

He slowly spread the paper in his hand and displayed it in front of everyone: "Here are the terms of the bet that the previous owner of Liyuan made with me this morning. It is written very clearly. Obviously, I won!"

"So according to the rules, I am the owner of the Pear Garden now."

"Within a stick of incense, there will be a cholera outbreak in the opera world."

"Before the gambling begins, you can check it at will to prove that it is not tampered with by humans. After the gambling begins, the right of interpretation belongs to the initiator of the gambling."

'If the above incidents do not occur after the end, the initiator is willing to deal with it. Otherwise, the situation is as mentioned above. The owner voluntarily gives up the power of the opera house and is willing to pay the price for the bad behavior he has done.'

Every word and sentence clearly shows that Si Mo's victory is justified.

On the other hand, the woman who was doing something furtive aside, it was clear without even a word that she was trying to shirk her debt!

"Everyone is watching here. It's not good for the former boss to do this~" Si Mo shook the contract sheet, slowly walked to her side and bent down, with a faint bloodthirsty smile in his eyes: "Hmm?"

As soon as this was said, everyone who reacted responded: "Yes, if you don't have the brains to do business, you should at least be a good person, right?"

Si Mo smiled with satisfaction, this was exactly the effect he wanted.

The reason why these people are allowed to come in and watch for free is to have witnesses at the final trial.

It's not like the woman would default on her debt for nothing. After all, she is such a rogue, what can't she do?

These people have no relationship with her, so naturally they will not be biased towards her. When the time comes, the woman who can be drowned by everyone's saliva will be ashamed.

Si Mo suddenly felt that, apart from being violent, it was quite "good" to convince people with reason occasionally.

At this moment, the woman with all her limbs pinned down huddled and lowered her head. At this point, she could see more clearly that in Si Mo's seemingly gentle fox eyes, there was actually endless cunning hidden!

"Now is the time, come out." Si Mo clapped his hands, and the thugs who had been waiting outside for a long time appeared. Two of them held the woman's arms without saying a word and walked towards the woodshed.

The last clause of the bet was that she needed to pay the price for her past sins.

“Remember these people?”

The woman was forced to raise her head, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

Of course I remember, aren't these the people she hired to ambush Si Mo? !

Si Mo reminded with a smile: "Now you have to use the bloody whip on yourself."

This was what he promised to everyone in the opera house, and it was also what they wanted to see the most.

Since they entered the opera world as children, they have been famous actors in public, but suffered in purgatory behind the scenes. Each of them has countless scars that have become scabs, making them no different from slaves.

Si Mo also returned the words that the woman had said arrogantly to her: "Don't show mercy, I will take responsibility if you kill me!"

"If I'm satisfied, the price is negotiable."

"Remember, you must...beat him to death."

The strong man was excited after hearing this, and was already rubbing his hands and twisting the blood whip with barbs in his hand: "Don't worry, boss, our service will definitely satisfy you."

Since the establishment of the thugs gang, there has been no negative reviews for more than ten years, because no one who can give a negative review will survive...

"Young Marshal Chu," Chu Qingchen was suddenly called out. He was watching with interest, but was startled when he heard the words. He looked at Si Mo: "What's the matter?"

"In fact, this matter is all thanks to your help," Si Mo smiled with curved eyebrows, and walked towards Chu Qingchen step by step. He turned around and hid his fingers in the wide sleeves of the costume. He nimbly hooked the man's belt like a water snake and sat on Chu Qingchen's lap: "You government officers should... ignore what happened just now."

Ok?

Chu Qingchen was only stunned for a moment, and the next second he understood Si Mo's little thoughts. He was happy in his heart that Mo Mo was willing to be close to him in front of outsiders.

"Yes." Chu Qingchen naturally put his arms around Si Mo's slender waist and shook it with mischief where no one could see. Si Mo was surprised for a moment, then he subconsciously hugged Chu Qingchen's neck.

Hearing Chu Qingchen's low chuckle, Si Mo clenched his teeth tightly and his ears turned red.

Damn it! You dog man.

"I didn't see anything." Chu Qingchen said very impartially.

The person in his arms felt soft all over. For some reason, Chu Qingchen particularly liked the feeling of Si Mo relying on him.

He took the opportunity to hug the boy tighter.

Prime Minister Cen, who had just finished handing over to the Marshal's men, turned around and was petrified from head to toe.