"Xici baby, what's wrong with you lately?"

Wen Chumo complained: "Why is it on the hot search every day?"

"Alas, I don't know how many young girls and boys have been bewitched by him behind the scenes..."

"Am I finally past tense?"

Lu Xici's voice was low and mellow, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in it: "What are you talking about?"

"By the way, why did you suddenly return to your country? Are you done with the bloody days of swords and knives?"

Wen Chumo raised his hand, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, and touched Lu Xici's head.

"Have you forgotten?" Lu Xici's eyes flashed with a strong light, staring at Wen Chumo and said, "I am also Chinese."

"Why would you do that? I'll make you money quickly."

Wen Chumo took out a golden card from her bag: "Here, I give it to you. My sister is actually a very wealthy woman."

"The password is your birthday."

"No." Lu Xici refused without even thinking.

"Here, it's for you."

Wen Chumo stuffed the money into her pocket, his voice full of determination.

"Hey, hey, hey, who's in charge here?"

"Get out of here!"

A tall and burly man was holding a mace in his hand and speaking in a very arrogant tone.

Behind them was a group of people holding sticks.

The receptionist in white cheongsam had a hint of fear in her voice and instinctively wanted to step back.

But after thinking about how the owner of the pavilion was really good to them, she still spoke up to dissuade them:

"Hello, guest, we can bring any weapons here."

"Fuck you, listen to human language, right?"

Zhang Zhuang has been in this business for a long time, specializing in squeezing out guys like this who have little money but no power.

Wen Chumo's hidden secrets are very deep. People only know that she started from scratch, but they don't know that she is a demon who kills people in the blink of an eye.

What's more, she is the real owner of most of the bars in Kyoto. By the way, she also owns several popular entertainment companies.

The Zuimenglongge ancient-style bar opened by Wen Chumo has successfully put several surrounding bars on the verge of bankruptcy.

So those people were jealous and looked for Scar Brother on this street.

Pay them money and let them shut down Zuimenglongge.

Before leaving, they had already found out that the owner of the pavilion was a woman, a woman with no money but no power.

That would be easier.

But they thought things were too simple.

"You can do this!"

The receptionist picked up the phone and raised her voice: "If you do this again, I will call the police!"

Zhang Zhuang signaled with his eyes, and his men kicked the phone out of the receptionist's hand.

"Where is your Pavilion Master?"

The man with dyed red hair grabbed the receptionist by the neck and interrogated her.

"Their owner is on the first floor, hurry over..."

When Lu Zhiyao came out, it was just a good look. This group of people looked ferocious, holding maces in their hands.

It was obvious that she was here to cause trouble, and there was a hint of viciousness in her eyes.

After saying these words, he quickly pulled Ruan Meng and ran away.

"Who said it was on the first floor?"

Zhang Zhuang: "No matter who said that! Come on up here, and you go to the back and turn off the power here."

"Take out another signal jammer and unplug the surveillance camera."

Zhang Zhuang really cut off his own livelihood.

Later, Lu Xici thanked him.

Several receptionists were frantically pressing the elevator key, and the security team was unable to defeat the group of people.

Now I can only report this to the Pavilion Master as quickly as possible.

"Master, it's done..."

Wen Chumo raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "Are you here to cause trouble?"

"Were any employees injured?"

The receptionist burst into tears. Her boss asked if the clerk was injured, "No one was injured."

Lu Xici looked at Wen Chumo expressionlessly, and suddenly a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go and kill them."

"Come on, I will avenge you."

Wen Chumo's voice seemed to be filled with a thousand icy coldness, "Later, you all fight back one by one."

"Do you understand?"

"Okay, thank you, Master."

Zhang Yuan's voice was trembling. Meeting such a good owner was the greatest luck in her life.

…

"You are the ones who touched me?"

Wen Chumo threw away the red shawl on his body, stared at the group of people in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

"Don't be afraid, we will avenge you."

After Lu Xici took a look at the red marks on the woman's neck, murderous intent rolled in his eyes.

"You sit here first."

Green dots appeared between Lu Xici's fingers as he handed a glass of water to the injured girl.

"good."

"Hey, we don't have to go looking for you, this is delivered directly to our door?"

The purple-haired man's eyes were full of greed, and he looked at Wen Chumo up and down with a lewd look: "Boss, she is dressed so sexy!"

"We didn't even ask her to take off her clothes, but she took them off on her own. She has a really good figure."

The tongue brushed across the lips. "You're quite proactive, right? I like it."

Lu Xici curled his lips, walked forward step by step, and said word by word: "Why? Like it?"

"This man is quite handsome, Boss, you should leave this to me!"

"Why are they all so pretentious, dressed so slutty? I mean, maybe she slept her way into this ancient-style bar."

"Slut?"

Wen Chumo's anger instantly reached its peak. How dare someone say that the things left by her ancestors looked sexy when worn!

That's a bit much, Mard!

In the blink of an eye, Wen Chumo suddenly picked up the wooden chair next to him.

"Bang!"

It hit the man's head hard, and blood flowed down his head.

"Don't be anxious," Wen Chumo sneered, and pressed her red high-heeled shoes hard against the man's head: "I'll let you know later..."

"What is real sluttiness?"

Wen Chumo hooked his fingers and said, "Come here, take off all his clothes for me, tie him to a chair and put him at the door of the store..."

"Yes, Master..."

The shop assistants had no reaction at all, their eyes were numb, their limbs were stiff,

I almost know how to walk.

Who could have imagined that her master was such a good fighter?

"Remember all of them~"

Wen Chumo smiled wickedly and gave a considerate reminder.

"How is it?"

Lu Xici turned his back to Wen Chumo, holding a half-opened bottle of liquor in his hand, and resting his arm on the man's leg that was stepping on his vitals.

He stepped on it fiercely.

The man on the ground looked ashen, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth: "It's over..."

"My life force... is broken..."

The half-broken liquor bottle scratched his face lightly. He seemed to feel the glass shards entering his flesh and blood, and the blood stopped flowing down.

He dared not speak.

Lu Xici's voice was as low as a devil's whisper, with a feeling of a deadly ghost: "Do you like it?"

The man on the ground made a sound like a pig being slaughtered and shook his head frantically, "놊..."

"You like it?" Lu Xici raised an eyebrow, "Then let me emphasize it..."