422: C422 Where Are You Going

C422 Where Are You Going

In the time it took for the murderer to run away, the hotel lobby came to a realization that there was still a problem to be solved.

The surrounding crowd immediately called the police, but no one called the emergency center because the young man was already dead. The dead man could be handed over to the judiciary to be dealt with.

"What's going on?! What's going on? Which grandson is in my shop? "What do you mean?!"

Just as the crowd below was in a heated discussion, a middle-aged man with a pair of diamond beads on his wrist and a Star Moon Bodhi hanging around his neck in the back door opened his mouth and asked in a very aggressive manner.

"Eighth Master! Eighth Master, you've finally come. There's trouble!"

When the shop assistant saw this guy with the exaggerated appearance of a bracelet, his expression turned into one of joy. He seemed to have seen his family and quickly went forward to say.

"Let's go. It's a big deal, Eighth Master. Someone has braided his hair!"

"What?!"

The middle-aged man who was called Eighth Master still had a very arrogant and arrogant expression. However, he heard that someone had died. This news still gave him a big fright, and he hurriedly reached out to pull the person in the way away, standing in front of the tea table in one fell swoop.

After seeing the young man's pale and bloodless corpse, Eighth Master felt a wave of anger almost rush up and freeze himself to death.

"F * ck! It's noon! It's noon! Let me play this game!"

After recovering from his anger, Eighth Master pointed at the young man's corpse in disgust and said angrily.

You bunch of little girls are raising this ghost in my shop? Ah? Hurry up and throw him out! How do I usually teach you? "With that bit of spittle of mine, you guys were all splashed with water!"

Eighth Master raised his hand and was about to slap his shop assistant, but when he saw the Heaven beads in his hand, he stopped. It wasn't because he felt pain in his heart, but because he was afraid that he would spoil the beads.

"Eighth Master... This, this isn't good, right?!"

The shop assistant was a kind person and did not want to do those immoral things. He turned his head and advised.

Thief Sun! What you say is still what laozi says. Throw it out for me! If you like it, put it in your wife's bed!"

Eighth Master's eyes were so fierce that he said in anger.

The middle-aged man's words were very unpleasant to hear. Ye Mo shook his head when he heard it.

Even if Gui Xi's footsteps were a little rushed, he would have fallen in your shop. However, this was not intentional. The dead were important and it was normal for them to compensate for the loss later. However, if they were thrown out at this time, it would be fine. It was a little too much!

Ye Mo took a sip of tea and turned his head to look at the young man. Then, he was stunned. He raised his hand and placed the teacup on the wooden railing on the second floor. Then, he held the railing with one hand and jumped down.

The head manager on the ground unwillingly walked to the tea table after being threatened by Lord Eighth. He was about to reach out and carry the young man's corpse and bring it out.

However, before his hand could touch the young man's ankle, a black shadow fell from the sky and blocked in front of the head manager!

The foreman was already wary of touching the corpse, and just as he was feeling anxious, The sudden appearance of a shadow in such a way almost scared him out of his wits!

"You can't touch this person!"

The person who fell from the sky was Ye Mo. After landing, Ye Mo glanced at Eighth Master and the other waiters and said.

The way this kind of movie appeared made Eighth Master and the waiters stunned for a long time before they realized what was going on.

"**！ Do you think you're Huang Feihong or Chen Long? Come down from the sky for me?"

Eighth Master was also frightened. When he recovered, he was even more furious. He pointed at Ye Mo and scolded.

"Who the fuck are you? How dare you touch me?"

"He's not dead. If you throw him out, you'll be the one to kill him. Or you'll be the cover for the perpetrator."1

Ye Mo did not fully recover. Although his face was not pale, it was still sickly. He did not look energetic.

After saying this, Eighth Master was shocked. However, when he saw Ye Mo's weak look, he immediately became angry and said angrily.

"How dare you order me, you piece of trash? Didn't he die? " Even if he's not dead, if you're still wandering around here, then you're dead! "

Grandpa Eight was originally in a bad mood. He had just arrived at his shop to check the accounts and train the people to calm down, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen, causing his mood to instantly turn even worse.

At this time, an inexplicable person flew down from the second floor and warned him provocatively. This time, the anger that had accumulated in his heart completely erupted. He raised his palm and fiercely greeted Ye Mo's face. He couldn't care less about polluting the Heaven Pearl.

Facing this palm that carried a strong wind, Ye Mo pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a faint mocking smile.

He did not fight back, nor did he fight back.

Ye Mo took a step back in the direction the slap came from.

It did not matter if he took a step back or not. The slap that Eighth Master used with all his strength had missed due to the inertia of his mother. In addition, he had been 'overworked' during the night, so his old waist couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't stand the twisting force and fell to the ground. The Heaven Pearl in his hand was sent flying. No one knew where it had flown to. The old Xing Yue on his neck also exploded, and the beads scattered in all directions. They were dripping and rolling everywhere.

"Aiyo! Aiyo! My bead!!"

These two strings of beads were things that were obtained after spending a large amount of money. A string of them flew out and a string of them flew out. Eighth Grandpa, who was lying on the ground, felt great pain in his heart. He howled endlessly and beat his chest and stamped his feet!

"Grandson of a b * tch! What are you all still standing there for?! The boss had already been beaten up, so why was he still asking for his salary?! Go! Kill him! "

Master Eight was lying on the ground. It was unknown if he had broken his leg or heart. He raised his hand and pointed at Ye Mo, scolding his subordinates.

"I advise you not to act rashly."

Ye Mo took out three silver needles from his sleeve. He raised his hand and threw one to the young man's neck. One to his heart. The last needle was inserted into his forearm.

The head waiter shouted into the walkie-talkie. In less than a minute, more than a dozen big and round security guards rushed in from the back door.

The headwaiter was afraid of the dead, but the living were not that scary. In order to reduce the bad impression they had accumulated from the boss, the head waiter ignored Ye Mo's warning and pointed at Ye Mo with his big hand.

"Let's attack together and beat him until he can't take care of himself!"

...

"Oh my god, we fought!"

"Let's go! Let's go! These security guards are not to be trifled with!"

"Rubbish! Rubbish!"

The customers on the ground and the onlookers immediately dispersed.

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