In the depth of winter, the nights seem to be endless. Even at dawn, the rich night is even deeper.
According to records in the Huangdi Neijing, the time between 3 and 5 am is when people are most sleepy. Ye Zi did not know whether he had read this book or had personal experience, so he just treated the time on the radio as the hour. At this moment, he slowly opened the car door and jumped into the cold night.
"Brother Ye"
"Hey, don't doze off."
In the car, several people who were also struggling with strong sleepiness started pushing and shouting in a panic. The only thing that remained unchanged was Mo Jian, who was still looking at the direction of the V bar with a calm face.
Or because of the rest during the day, even after a boring night, there was still no trace of fatigue in his handsome silhouette. And when everyone jumped out of the car in a hurry, he was not in a hurry. He opened the door slowly and walked out of the car.
Night, the invisible night, the depth seems to be condensed into a shape, and the strange and restless things in front of me are stirring.
The wind was blowing with waves of chill that made people cringe like knives.
Mo Jian subconsciously shrank his neck, rubbed his hands and exhaled a deep breath of heat.
"You're watching."
Mo Jian turned around and saw that Ye Zi had come to his side at some point. Looking at the tall figure that could not be shaken even by the biting cold wind, he unconsciously showed a wry smile.
¡°Ah, I¡¯ve been watching.¡±
"What did I see?"
Mo Jian tightened his collar and slowly turned his head to look at V Bar not far away, "Opportunity."
"Opportunity?" Ye Zi asked coldly with an unknown expression.
Mo Jian took a deep breath, moved his somewhat numb body, and said with a smile: "An opportunity to kill."
Mo Jian paused for a moment, exhaled slowly, and then said: "There is still a chance to be killed."
Ye Zi was listening, and after he quietly listened to Mo Jian's words, his figure was still as straight as a mountain that nothing could shake.
"You won't die."
"Who knows, but I didn't come here to die."
"Let's go." He exhaled this word coldly and strode towards the V bar not far away.
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As the name suggests, a bar is a place where alcohol is consumed. Of course, as a place of consumption, basically every bar has its fixed business hours. However, V Bar is different because before it serves as a place of consumption, it serves as a place of consumption. It exists only as a wolf's lair.
Dazzling colored lights, empty hall, only the glitz and loneliness called loneliness spread here.
The footsteps seemed unusually harsh in this silent space.
The bartender who was taking a nap on the counter slowly raised his head amidst the harsh footsteps and looked at the uninvited guests in front of him with his sleepy eyes.
"I'm sorry, the store is closed." After saying this in an almost indistinct voice, he buried his head between his arms again.
However, the strange thing is that the harsh footsteps not only did not go away, but on the contrary became clearer and louder.
"Tmd! I said" Everyone will always have a temper, let alone a person who is awakened from a sound sleep, let alone a person who works here.
But just as the bartender raised his head angrily and was about to continue yelling, a strong hand strangled his unfinished roar in his throat.
In just the blink of an eye that made people unable to react, the bartender was lifted up from the chair by that strong hand.
¡°You have a pretty good temper?!¡±
The bartender looked at the young man in front of him with a look of astonishment, with a scar running through his entire face, looking like a devil under the gorgeous lights, and for a moment he was so horrified that he forgot to struggle.
"You will become very kind in the future, you will." The scar-faced young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the moment he smiled, the huge scar on his face became distorted as if alive. When it gets up, it looks like a giant centipede twisting and turning.
The bartender's stomach suddenly convulsed violently. Perhaps if the scar-faced young man's big iron-like hand hadn't tightened around his clothes, he would have vomited it out. But what made him feel violent vomiting was not It's just that ugly smile, but it's more about the ferocious and cruel look in the scarred man's tiny pupils.
"Brother Wang hurry up"
People who can do things in Wu's lair will naturally not be too confused, so just?In an instant, the bartender understood that these people in front of him were by no means kind.
But it was already too late. At the moment when the bartender exclaimed, he also felt dizzy as if the earth was shattering and his throat was so sweet that he could no longer utter a word.
The exclamation faded, but the fists did not stop. Those fists, as violent as a hurricane and as dense as a shower, fell heavily on the bartender's frightened face without any gaps or pauses.
The sound of impact, the blood splashing from the collision of bone and bone, stained the bar counter as clear as white jade, the bartender¡¯s increasingly hazy sight, and the scarred man¡¯s ferocious pupils.
"That's enough!" As the angry shout sounded, the scar-faced man's fists that kept falling suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Zi with a chilling look on his face. He slowly let go of his hand and let the dying bartender fall to the ground like a puddle of mud. .
"Brother Ye, you are really"
Ye Zi did not speak, but for some reason the scarred man's expression became unusually stiff as if he had seen a ghost. In the end, he lowered his head like a scolded child and whispered: "I understand. .¡±
What is going on? Why did Flea, who was like a crazed murderer before, suddenly become so peaceful?
Even though it was impossible to know Ye Zi's expression at this moment, Mo Jian could still clearly sense the suffocating murderous intention from Ye Zi's tall back.
"Who?" The unbearable depression finally dissipated with an exclamation.
And when Mo Jian slowly moved his eyes away from Ye Zi and looked in the direction where the exclamation came from, a group of about ten young people, all dressed in black, suddenly jumped into his field of vision.
"Fuck, you are so fucking deaf, huh?!"
Just as the leading young man in black roared loudly, a young man in black behind him also yanked his shirt and pointed in the direction of the bar.
The leading man in black didn¡¯t care. After reading it, his face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a kilogram of **.
"cnm! Damn, you guys are so tired of living."
The moment the leading man in black roared out this sentence with wide eyes, Flea, who was standing with his head down, slowly raised his head with a creepy and creepy smile.
"Now, a very simple question, which side will be killed in the end?"