Shili Yangchang

Due to the wound on his face, Wang Yao can't sing Zhengdan for the time being, and can only play tricks as a martial artist.The former class leader surnamed Long was furious because of this, and many audience members came for Yutangchun's name. Although Gangzai's singing skills are also good, many audiences still clamored for being cheated.Wang Yao felt sorry for it, and tried to perform as many martial arts as possible, which opened the eyes of many people. Although most fanciers knew that Yu Tangchun could play two roles, there were not many opportunities to see him perform martial arts in person.

A few days ago, Wang Yao was worried when he saw Al come to watch the show. Every time he went on stage, he had to carefully examine the crowd below. Fortunately, Al did not appear again, and Wang Yao felt a little relieved.This day's show had a big hit: Wang Yao turned over more than ten somersaults in a row, and there were constant applause from the audience.Just as he was about to step down, he suddenly saw a well-dressed middle-aged man who seemed to be well-educated. This man was surnamed Lin. He was a well-known traitor and he was also the target of his assassination.A few days ago I heard that Lin had arrived in Shanghai and stayed at the Licha Hotel. Wang Yao disguised himself as a waiter and went there to find out. Unexpectedly, Al saw through his identity and almost caused a big incident.Now the traitor is sitting below, but he can't do anything.

"The foreigner who killed a thousand swords!" Wang Yao cursed Al in his heart, and secretly re-planned in his heart.

If you want to assassinate again, you may run into Al. This American is not only sharp, but also has excellent skills.Thinking of this, Wang Yao hurriedly took off his make-up at the backstage, put on a coarse cloth jacket and went out.After asking a few newsboys and coachmen, he learned that there was a dance at Paramount tonight, and all foreigners with status in the concession would attend, and rich Chinese/Chinese would also join in the fun, so Lin probably could go too.It's not easy to kill someone in such a noisy place, but Paramount is easier to sneak into than Licha Hotel.

Back at the residence, Wang Yao carefully prepared the weapon. A gun is the easiest to expose, so he will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary, but he prefers to carry the gun with him just in case.

Al walked into the feasting Paramount, a place of desire and depravity. Matthew hated this kind of occasion the most and refused to be with him.Francis is like a fish in water here. When Al was free, he often took Al to play here, and often had some affairs. Francis is the most popular playboy. He is not picky about women, and his lovers come from as many nationalities as possible. Forms half of Europe/Europe.Al likes Francis as a friend, this vagabond who is despised by decent people is the smartest person in Shanghai, and the only good friend who can have a heart-to-heart with Al.

"This is such a good place, God dances with Satan here!" Francis drank the red wine gracefully, and winked at the brown-haired beauty passing by him without losing the opportunity.Not to be outdone, the beauty raised her graceful neck like a swan, and put her arms around the handsome silver-haired man beside her.

"Oh, what a sun/ear/man flower!" Francis said approvingly, "Is Gilbert finally saying goodbye to his single life?"

"I advise you not to mess with Miss Hedwigley, even if you have a good relationship with Gilbert, his brother Ludwig will not spare you." Al sipped the champagne in his glass, even though he said so, he But a little wickedly wanted to see Francis get beaten up by the Beschmidt brothers.

"Hey, look over there! Japanese!" Francis discovered the New World.Following the direction of his fingers, Al saw a pair of black-haired men and women. The girl was very young, wearing a well-cut expensive cheongsam, which made her slim figure and beautiful face even more attractive. Decorated with a plum-shaped hairpin, it perfectly highlights her Chinese charm.What surprised Al was the man next to the girl. It was a small man in a Japanese navy uniform. His face was so exquisite that he looked like a porcelain doll. Al never knew that a man could be so beautiful.

Francis shook his head and sighed: "Chinese men have to put on heavy makeup to look like women. Japanese men don't need these things at all, they are real beauties! Hey, Al, don't you want to say hello?"

Al was also shocked by the beauty of the Japanese/Japanese man, but he had no other interest: "I don't like sissies."

During the conversation, Francis had pulled Al to the side of the couple, and said with a frivolous smile, "I heard that the Japanese are the most civilized and kindest people in Asia, but I didn't expect you to be the most beautiful in Asia." people!"

That Japanese man smiled decently, and said humbly: "Thank you, Honda Ju, this is Lin Moniang, my righteous sister, what is your name, sir?" His English has an obvious Japanese accent, but it is better than ordinary Japanese I am much better off.

"Francis Bonofova, brother, I like beautiful children very much!" Francis said and winked at Lin Mo Niang beside Honda Ju.

Lin Mo Niang smiled without shyness: "Mr. Bonofoir is also a beautiful person!"

Al didn't like to mix Francis's flirting with women. He looked at Honda Ju next to him, and suddenly found that Honda Ju was also looking at him very intently. After meeting his gaze, Honda Ju turned away in embarrassment. The cheeks, which are much fairer than the average Asian/Asian, are slightly reddened.Based on this one glance alone, Al can conclude that Honda Ju is a kindred spirit with him, and obviously has a crush on him.

Al turned his gaze to the hall, and suddenly found a figure that made him uncomfortable. The tall and handsome man was unmistakable. At this moment, Ivan Braginsky was talking with a Chinese, although he kept listening attentively. But his amethyst-like beautiful eyes clearly showed disdain.

"How could Ivan deal with Chinese people?" Al said to himself.Francis, with sharp ears, had heard it earlier, and explained with a smile: "The Chinese is called Lin, and those who work for the Japanese are called 'traitors' by the Chinese. He probably wants to use this dance to expand his network. "

At this time, a group of dancers in bright red cheongsams with high slits began to dance to add to the fun on the stage in the distance. Francis liked this kind of show: "It's really pleasing to the eye!"

Suddenly, a dancer rushed out of the queue, pulled out her gun and shot at the audience at lightning speed. Her movement was so fast that when the gunshot rang out, most people froze in place. Al quickly pressed Francis to lie on the ground, Honda Ju also knocked down Lin Mo Niang.

Lin beside Ivan fell down, but Ivan stood where he was, looking at the beautiful Grim Reaper on the stage fascinatedly. He clearly saw the movement of the man drawing his gun, and also saw the muzzle of the gun pointing towards him. But he didn't hide, he subconsciously thought that the bullet would not hurt himself.

Al saw the killer's appearance clearly. The man's slender and straight legs were separated from the left and right, protruding from the slits on both sides of the gorgeous cheongsam. Unlike the curvaceous curves of women, the muscles of the legs were strong and well-proportioned.Further up, on the pretty face, were the shining black eyes that Al could not forget, with a piercing light shining from them.Al noticed that the killer held the gun with his left hand.

It's him.

At this time, the young killer appeared in such a delicate and glamorous attire, but he exuded the domineering aura of a king.

When Al was sighing in his heart, he suddenly found that the killer's aura had disappeared, and when the killer looked in his direction, the domineering look on Junxiu's face was swept away, turning into shock and heartache.

"Wanwan..." The killer called out a name in a trembling voice.

The guard's bullet hit him the moment he lost his mind.He managed to dodge, but was still shot in the left shoulder. He swayed and nearly fell, and turned around suddenly and rushed off the stage. Bullets fell on the place where he had stood. The dancers ran away screaming, and celebrities from all walks of life were scared It was a mess, struggling to escape the hall.

Wang Yao clutched his bleeding left shoulder, threw off the red high-heeled shoes on his feet, and ran barefoot.The wound hurt hotly, but it couldn't compare to the complicated pain in his heart.He didn't expect to see Wanwan again in this life—his sister who was sold ten years ago. At that time, Wanwan was only 11 years old, and the little girl cried heartbreakingly.Now the grown-up Wanwan appeared, but beside a Japanese man, Wang Yao felt mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

The sound of chasing footsteps approached, and Wang Yao ran desperately, but was finally hugged by a strong arm, and his mouth was covered with the other hand, and then he was thrown into a small space, hitting Put on a pile of fabric.As soon as the restraint on his mouth disappeared, he immediately called out: "Who are you?"

"Hush!" The person behind him spoke English, "If you call me again, I'll gag you!"

"What do you want?" Wang Yao asked nervously, "Leave me to Bao Bao?" Although in this situation, he can still speak English fluently.

"Shut up! If you make any more noise, you will be discovered!" The man suddenly turned Wang Yao's body, causing a huge pain on his shoulder, "Listen to me, this is the cloakroom. Your man, you have only one way to get out: put on your clothes and come with me!"

"Who are you?" Wang Yao asked again, he felt that this person's voice was very familiar.

"Did you forget me? I still remember, you said that you would tell me your name next time we meet." There was a sense of humor in that voice.

"So it's you! An American from Licha Hotel!" Wang Yao exclaimed.

"Shut up!" Al had no choice but to cover Wang Yao's mouth again, and pressed his entire body on Wang Yao's body. The sound of chaotic footsteps and shouts gradually approached.In the cloakroom, the two young men could clearly feel each other's intense heartbeat.The footsteps went away, and they broke out in a cold sweat at the same time.

"Change clothes quickly!" Al said and began to roughly tear Wang Yao's cheongsam. The thin silk could not withstand such rough treatment, and it was soon broken into pieces. Wang Yao didn't know whether he should thank Al for his efficient help, but " Thank you" two words have blurted out.Al was stunned in embarrassment, and casually tore off a few pieces of men's clothing next to him and threw them to Wang Yao: "Put it on quickly!"

Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Wang Yao gritted his teeth and put on his clothes. When he finished dressing, there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.Al pulled him out of the cloakroom, and found that Wang Yao was pale, and then remembered that Wang Yao had been shot just now: "Are you okay?"

"You can go." Wang Yao straightened his body, but it was crumbling.Al hurriedly supported him, and put an arm through Wang Yao's armpit to support his body.The two walked through the corridor as naturally as possible and met Ivan by chance.

"Hey, it's Mr. Jones, have you found a new lover?" Ivan teased.

Al replied contemptuously: "Since you know, don't get in the way!"

But Ivan didn't intend to move away. He purposely leaned closer to Wang Yao's face, stared at the pale face with ecstasy, and said with a smile, "I don't think this lovely friend is willing to walk barefoot!" After saying this, Al and Wang Yao realized that Wang Yao had no shoes on his feet.Ivan generously took off his shoes for Wang Yao, took off his scarf and put it on for Wang Yao, covering half of his face, and while tying the scarf, he said in a voice that only Wang Yao could hear: " I like your play." Wang Yao looked up at him in surprise, but Ivan had pulled away and said with an incomprehensible smile, "Hurry up, no one will help you next time."

Al didn't waste any more time, and immediately left with Wang Yao half-delayed and half-embraced. Because he changed into men's clothes, the police didn't connect Wang Yao with the shooting incident just now.

Calling a rickshaw back to Licha Hotel, Wang Yao's nervousness didn't lessen. He didn't know if it was wise to go back to this place with Al. Last time he had a quarrel here, Al wasn't the only one who saw his face.Despite his trepidation, what Wang Yao was afraid of did not happen, and the waiter just respectfully opened the door for Al and him.

"It's not the first time I've brought my lover back for the night!" Al said with a smile, and his usual bad manners could serve as a cover for Wang Yao this time.

Back in Al's room, Wang Yao's physical strength finally reached its limit and he almost fell on the bed.Al took out the alcohol and gauze, wiped a knife with alcohol and said, "I don't dare to go outside to find a doctor now, so I can only fetch the bullet for you."

"Doesn't the knife need to be roasted?" Wang Yao looked at Al with distrust.

"I can also sterilize like this." Al said and came to the bedside, and untied Wang Yao's clothes. The bullet on his left shoulder was not embedded deeply, and it seemed that it would not hurt the bone.Although Wang Yao claimed that he could hold back the pain, Al still forced a towel into his mouth, and he approached with a knife, warning: "Don't move around, or you may be hurt." Then the cold blade cut With delicate skin, Wang Yao frowned and clenched the handkerchief in his mouth. When the metal bullet was picked out from his body, a stream of warm blood stained Al's hand red.

After the wound was bandaged, Wang Yao immediately got up and wanted to leave. Al didn't stop him. He knew that Wang Yao couldn't spend the night with someone who didn't fully trust him, but he had some complaints about Wang Yao's behavior: "You have to go through the window." ?"

"It's not easy to be found." Wang Yao opened the window, and the night breeze was blowing.

"Wait," Al called to him, "you promised to tell me your name last time."

"Wang Yao." Wang Yao turned his head, showing a fresh and beautiful smile.

Al's breath was suffocated by that smile, and then he smiled heartily: "My name is Alfred F. Jones, and you can call me Al."

"Goodbye, Al!" Wang Yao chuckled, suddenly jumped up and disappeared into the floating night in Shanghai.