Chapter 326 Remember to Draw the Curtain Next Time

Chapter 326 Remember to draw the curtain next time

Li Qiao was right, even if she wanted to sit peacefully by the pool and watch the excitement, these thugs would not do what she wanted.

Shang Yu's slender figure stood still, his thin lips curled up, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't get hurt."

After the words fell, the two joined the battle.

These thugs are indeed more agile than ordinary bodyguards. They wield the machetes in their hands, and their punches and kicks are also powerful.

There was faint blood swaying, as if Mochizuki was injured.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, bent down to avoid the opponent's attack, and quickly threw the knife in her hand to Mochizuki.

"Thank you Miss Li!"

Mochizuki held the handle of the knife with one hand, sneered and waved it casually, and the sharpened long knife directly cut through the opponent's belly.

The battle was not particularly intense, but the thugs seemed to have changed their offensive.

The first three and the last three places rushed forward one after another, similar to the style of fighting on wheels.

After Li Qiao knocked down one person, she turned her eyes to look for Shang Yu's figure.

Not a moment later, she saw such a scene.

A black-clothed man in a training suit was pinched backwards by his wrist. The severe pain forced his knees to soften, and he knelt down in front of Shang Yu.

The man's brows and eyes were sharp and evil, and he bent down to look at the man in black who was kneeling at his feet. He didn't know what the other party said. The next second, he let go of the man's wrist and supported the top of his head. With a smile, he bent his legs and pressed his knee hard against the opponent's Adam's apple.

One hit kill.

He is still smiling.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, clearly capturing the contempt and fire in Shang Yu's eyes.

Human life is like ants to him.

Li Qiao was still watching, as if she had lost her mind.

Until a muzzle of a gun was pressed against her temple, a hoarse and triumphant laughter came to everyone's ears.

"Stop it all, do you want her to die?"

Everyone stopped for an instant.

Of the more than 30 thugs, only five or six of them were still lingering, and the rest were lying on the ground or fainted or died.

Standing among the crowd, Shang Yu's deep eyes, which were so dark that he could not see the bottom, set off a huge storm.

Liuyun, Mochizuki and the others were also panting and anxious.

Damn it, why was Miss Li held hostage?

He lowered his head and stroked the blood on his fingers, then raised his eyelids to look at Li Qiao, with a deep and helpless tone, "Why are you so careless?"

Li Qiao curled her lips, ignoring the muzzle of the gun on her temple, and sighed with her head raised, "Let the enemy out of the hole."

Accompanied by her emotion, the man in black with the gun didn't react, only felt his eyes flicker, his wrist hurt, and the gun was gone.

Take a closer look, oh, on his own forehead.

This man had been hiding in the dark for too long, and Li Qiao felt something was wrong during the fight.

When the thugs showed up, they attacked immediately, and they didn't say a word during the process. They cut anyone they saw.

This situation has probably been rehearsed countless times long ago, but the person who gave the order has never appeared.

The siege fighters came with knives instead of guns. The scuffle tonight was obviously not aimed at killing them.

At this time, Li Qiao pointed her gun at the man's forehead, and looked at him with her head tilted, "Are you finally willing to come out?"

The other party did not speak, but stared at Li Qiao's index finger vigilantly, for fear that she would suddenly pull the trigger.

Shang Yu paced over, stood in front of Li Qiao, clasped her waist with his bloody hand and pulled her into his arms, took the gun with the other hand, without saying anything, gunshots rang out by the sea.

The man fell down, with a hole between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, multiple gunshots rang out, Shang Yu put his arms around Li Qiao with one arm, Shen Mou locked her within sight, his long arms pointed diagonally to the rear and fired several times without even looking, the few people who were still standing there The famous thug fell in response.

He can play with each other, but they shouldn't have played Li Qiao's idea.

Shang Yu, who never thought of reaping human life in front of her, made an exception tonight.

He dropped the gun in his hand, and walked towards the sea view room not far away with Li Qiao in his arms, ignoring the wounded thugs all over the place, but ordered coldly, "Clean it up."

Someone responded, Li Qiao turned her eyes and saw that it was Zuo Xuan who had appeared on the island at some time, and there were many people behind him.

Um? Is the Dark Hall still here? !

There is no sign of it at all.

In a blink of an eye, the figures of the two disappeared near the sea view gate of the sea view villa.

In another villa not far away, Shen Qingye also panted and opened the French windows, took two steps outside, stretched out his thumb and gestured at his back twice, "There are ten more in this room. "

Fuck, he's exhausted.

Liu Yun and the others looked towards the living room behind Shen Qingye, and saw a bunch of men in black lying on the ground.

And Bailu was squatting beside this group of people, rummaging through them for something.

Liu Yun couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, thinking that Mr. Shen in the sixth game was afraid of death, so he kept hiding inside and didn't make a sound.

It turns out... the battle on his side is also quite intense.

...

In the living room of the villa, Li Qiao was led all the way in by Shang Yu, before she could stand still, she was directly pressed on the sofa.

After the whirlwind, there was a deep kiss like a storm.

Li Qiao: "..."

Careless.

After the kiss was over, Li Qiao opened her misty eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head, feeling that she was out of oxygen.

The man seemed to be angry. He put his elbows on the side of her head, clamped her chin with his jaws, and breathed his clear breath into his nose. "Use yourself as a bait?"

Li Qiao was a little dizzy, she pushed his chest, panting, "Well, it doesn't count, they obviously didn't kill him tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, the words were blocked again.

I don't know how long it took, but one second before Li Qiao fainted from lack of oxygen, Shang Yu let go of her, and whispered hoarsely around her neck: "Don't have a next time."

After a while, the man calmed down, pulled her up from the sofa, turned and walked to the bathroom.

With one leg bent by her side, Li Qiao felt a little cold.

Looking down, the corner of the clothes was rolled up at some point.

She wiped her face, adjusted her clothes silently, sat on the sofa, calmed down, and waited for Shang Yu to come out.

In less than half a minute, the man left and returned.

With an extra hot towel in his hand, he walked up to Li Qiao, sat down without saying a word, and then pulled her wrist and began to wipe it gently.

Li Qiao looked intently, only to find that there was blood on her white wrist.

Not hers.

Probably the marks left by Shang Yu's hands were stained on her hands again.

After the man wiped her hands, he threw the hot towel on the tea table, leaned against the sofa with his legs folded, and looked gloomy.

Li Qiao clasped her wrist and rubbed it twice, looked at the man's deep and distinct face, and twitched the corner of her mouth, "Which family did this tonight?"

Intuition, he should know something.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have dealt with the leading man in black so easily, without even asking.

Shang Yu squinted his cold eyes, but before he could answer, the floor-to-ceiling window next to him was knocked twice from the outside.

Shen Qingye supported his waist with one hand, and pointed at the window with the other, "You two, remember to draw the curtains next time!"