Chapter 344 Is there anyone else coming?
The performer was singing in the corner, the singing paused, the pipa music did not end.
A song "Ten Sides of Ambush".
The silver bottle broke and water splashed out, and the iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns ringing.
A second ago, Qiang Biao was still majestic, but as soon as the sound of the pipa rang out, the man in the white shirt, who seemed calm and lazy, had already punched Qiang Biao in the soft spot.
This punch was filled with great power, without any technique, only pure brute force.
Blunt and bloody.
The latter was caught off guard and flew backwards to the ground. He felt a tightness in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
One punch draws blood.
Qiang Biao fought back with all his strength, punching with fists, kicking with legs, each blow going straight to the vital points.
Ling Yicheng had a calm expression.
He strangled Qiang Biao's neck with one hand and punched him hard with the other! The big strings were as noisy as heavy rain, and the small strings were as soft as whispers.
Qiang Biao's cheeks were deformed and his flesh was trembling. The fists hit his flesh with a muffled sound. The pain was so severe that even his blood and bones felt hot, not to mention the flesh on his body.
The sounds of the strings are mixed together, and pearls, big and small, fall on a jade plate.
Even the hall masters who crawled out from the pile of flesh and blood were stunned.
The power of violence that Ling Yicheng possessed was the kind of power that he had been accustomed to since childhood, and was quite ordinary and calm.
Just relying on strength, just relying on instinct.
The last elbow hit Qiang Biao's forehead hard. With a "bang", Qiang Biao fell to the ground. His chest was in so much pain that it seemed to be torn apart, but he no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.
When the song ends, the plucked instruments are carefully put away, and the sound of the four strings is like tearing silk.
Ling Yicheng finally stopped.
Naturally, he also suffered a lot of injuries, with streaks of bright red blood crisscrossing his body.
He stood up, took the handkerchief handed to him by someone, and wiped the blood stains on his shirt. However, the blood stains could not be wiped off, so he simply took off his white shirt and wore only a thin vest.
He threw the bloody white shirt next to Qiang Biao.
Then he said calmly: "Give me a cigarette."
It took a while for the cigarette to be handed over to him, and Chen Liang, the leader of the Flying Tiger Hall, lit it for him personally.
The sound of gears clicking could be heard in the quiet air, and flames flickered and died.
Ling Yicheng's half face was hidden in the shadows, the thin cigarette between his lips, trembling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.
He took a deep puff of the cigarette, then slowly exhaled a stream of smoke, and the white mist gently blended into the night.
Holding a cigarette in his hand, he squinted his eyes and looked around, then asked in a very calm voice, "Is anyone else coming?"
The moonlight scattered and hit his broad back.
His current expression and his performance just now made it impossible to ignore the chill behind these words.
A calm yet contemptuous look in the eyes.
All the hall masters seemed to be shocked by his heroic aura and were shaken in their hearts.
The sound of the pipa rang out again.
It has been replaced by the elegant, soothing and warm melody of "Xunyang Night Moon", which is like a spring night breeze, gently caressing people's hearts.
A faint smile appeared on Mr. Lin's face.
Even when he was beating people, he acted like a young master.
I was right about him.
After this battle, Ling Yicheng at least gained the recognition of his gang members on the surface.
Of course, in addition to his fists, Ling Yicheng is more of a brain and has enough means.
He did put a lot of thought into it, but after all, it was nothing more than the word "interest". He had to make promises and do what he said, and listen to the desires and fears of his subordinates.
Promising a future that did not exist, before the police closed in, Ling Yicheng made two more large orders, bringing in some fairly reasonable profits for the various gangs.
Ling Yicheng didn't keep a penny for himself. He spent the money like water and spent it all.
Comparable to the best charitable honorary gentleman in Hong Kong Island.
The prices in Hong Kong are high, and it is not easy for ordinary people to survive, let alone those who are on the underworld! The underworld is best at bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and is greedy for profit.
Within a month, everyone knew that Grandpa Lin treated Ling Sheng as half his grandson.
Ling Sheng is smart and motivated. He knows how to handle things and does things flawlessly. He is loyal, ruthless and decisive, and can get resources and profits that others cannot.
From then on, he became Mr. Lin’s right-hand man and the person in charge of "Yi Lin" in the future.
These people who were used to being in the dark were easy to deal with, but Ling Yicheng privately felt that something was not right.
Mr. Lin's various behaviors were a little strange.
He is obviously an old guy as cunning as the old man, but after getting to know him for a period of time, Lin Liang seems to be more sincere to him than the old man.
From this point of view, Lin Liangqi's experience in the underworld is probably even better than that of the old man.
The happiest person is Lin Manrong.
With Old Man Lin in charge, Ling Yicheng would change his allegiance sooner or later and become hers, and she was determined to get him.
Just thinking about it makes me so excited that I can't control myself.
No matter how smart and scheming a woman is, once she falls into the whirlpool of love, her IQ will easily drop.
Lin Manrong was smiling all day long and was more casual and bold towards Ling Yicheng than before.
She had exquisite makeup on all day, and wore tight dresses or cheongsams, all slit to the thighs. A pair of straight, white legs swayed in front of him, and her eyes were fixed on Ling Yicheng.
If she didn't want to retain a last bit of "seduction" interest, Lin Manrong would have pushed Ling Yicheng directly onto the bed and done it.
Ling Yicheng finally stopped completely turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to this woman.
He started to "interact" with her in some true or false, deep or shallow way, under the guise of "taking on the pressure" for her.
He also seems to be well aware of the responsibilities of a "boyfriend".
Ling Yicheng finally realized how thick-skinned he was.
You want to "pretend to be a grandson" and "be a bootlicker"...
Be tenacious and unyielding, and patience will turn into gold.
But no matter how thick-skinned he was, there was a limit. The smell of this woman's perfume was giving him a headache every day.
What kind of bees and butterflies has he not seen before?
Unexpectedly, Lin Manrong, a big moth, came over and flapped its wings.
Ling Yicheng felt a chill.
I can't hide for the mission.
I'm about to become autistic.
As if he was forced into a "desperate situation", Ling Yicheng really couldn't stand this woman flaunting in front of him every day.
After some consideration, and not knowing what he said to Mr. Lin, Lin Manrong was sent back to Beijing by Mr. Lin to close the Ligang Entertainment Center which was suffering from heavy losses.
Compared with "pretending to be a grandson" and "being a bootlicker", Ling Yicheng would rather hide beside Grandpa Lin and "pretend to be a grandson".
At Hong Kong Island Airport, Lin Manrong was reluctant to leave.
At this time, she had already developed an unprecedented dependence on Ling Yicheng.
Although I still don't quite understand him.
It can't be seen clearly, it can't be grasped, it can't be broken into or entered.
"I don't want to go to Beijing, I just want to be with you." Lin Manrong still spoke in a charming tone and put her arms around the man's waist.
Ling Yicheng was dressed casually, with a black shirt with a slightly open collar that revealed the sexiness between his collarbones. The red rope around his neck made his neck look even taller and slenderer.
Lin Manrong couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Ling Yicheng is good at pleasing women. As long as he is willing to put his heart into it, just a few words are enough to move an already beating heart.
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