The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Qingcheng's number one dance hall, the magnificent Lihua, has not yet opened its doors.

The unlit neon streets are gray. The inside and outside of the store are very deserted, there are no enchanting dancers, and there are no fashionable male and female guests. There are only a few Lihuadu staff cleaning the front of the door.

The stalls and hawkers near Lihuadu have not yet come out to operate.

Of course, no one knew when Zhou Yan and Luo Chengxi came to look for trouble, but now they evacuated and got into the car in embarrassment.

Zhou Yan put his arms around the weak Ai Xiangyun and supported the embarrassed Luo Chengji with the other.

Luo Chengji was not convinced and shouted again: "Why did you let her go? It's reasonable for her to bully people!"

"If you want to appear in the afternoon newspaper in your current embarrassment, then continue to shout. Dignified Master Luo, he was bullied by a dancer. It's a glorious thing to say!" How much patience.

Ai Xiangyun was alert and found that the signs were wrong, so she wept silently, she had already made up a reason in her mind and just waited for Zhou Yan to ask.

Zhou Yan didn't speak, but Luo Chengji next to her grabbed Ai Xiangyun's hand and confessed sincerely: "Xiangyun, don't cry, are you still in pain?"

Ai Xiangyun wants to break free from Luo Cheng's control. Compared to Luo inheriting the warlord son who almost broke with his father, Zhou Yan, the second leader of the Qingcheng gang, is the target of her actions and is more valuable. Luo's inherited enthusiasm caused trouble for her to get closer to Zhou Yan.

"Master Luo, please let me go." Ai Xiangyun behaved pitifully.

The impulsive Luo Chengji gave away immediately, "I'm sorry to hurt you. Xiangyun, don't worry, I will definitely find a place for you."

Zhou Yan felt unhappy, and jealousy drove him to tear down his friend's platform immediately: "Inheritance, I said that this is the end of the matter. Don't bother Xu Jun again!"

"Zhou Yan, you agreed, but I didn't." Luo Chengxi retorted.

How could he let Xu Junxin go? He bullied Xiangyun and made him suffer a big loss.

"Then you want to take advantage of Luo Mingchuan's son's identity?" Zhou Yan asked back.

Luo Chengji disliked his father, Luo Mingchuan, who betrayed the country and sought glory, so he gave up his position as a young marshal and became a small policeman. How can an ordinary policeman get the top card of Lihuadu? Is it true that the big boss behind Lihuadu is dead? Luo Chengji and him were too impulsive to come forward this time. Now that I think about the consequences, it's terrifying.

"You...you..." Luo Chengji was heartbroken.

Taking advantage of Luo Mingchuan's son's identity means that he has to put down his self-esteem and bow to his traitorous father.

"Xiangyun, let's write it down this time, and then settle the account later." Luo Chengji said disheartened.

Ai Xiangyun couldn't say anything else, she could only watch her carefully designed plan come to nothing.

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Xu Junxin was playing with the gun he just got, frowning slightly.

In the special circumstances just now, she had no way out but to face it head-on. Let her cry and beg for mercy, whether it will work or not, she can't do it.

Now offending Zhou Yan's No. 2 gang leader, offending the son of the warlord leader, and arousing the suspicion of the spy heroine, her life as the President of the Flower Country is not easy.

The president of the flower country, the waist girl, the dancing girl.

This profession seems to be glamorous and beautiful, but at the heart of it is cold and humble, and it is worth noting. But she has something big to do, and now there is no news in this world faster than the song and dance hall. There is nothing easier to approach the identity of a senior general of an enemy country than a dancing girl.

Akagawa Ichiro, the actual ruler of Qingcheng.

The Nationalist government exists in name only, and the warlords in various places are divided. A year ago, Luo Mingchuan, the warlord who ruled Qingcheng, leased Qingcheng to Ichiro Akagawa of the Fuso Kingdom for military support.

Qingcheng's mines, Qingcheng's railways, and Qingcheng's labor force all belong to the Fusang people. Fuso people are rampant in Qingcheng.

A warlord can sell his territory in order to gain hegemony. This is the most humiliating and humiliating act of those in power after the last dynasty.

The people of Qingcheng protested and went on strike for work and school, but they failed to prevent this from happening. The Nationalist government issued a document condemning it, and then nothing happened.

The warlords are incompetent and the government is incompetent. In this troubled world, there is no better and more effective plan than the assassination of Ichiro Akagawa.

Xu Junxin has not heard the news of Akagawa Ichiro, and has no way of approaching this person. So she still has to stay in Lihuadu and make good use of her status as the president of Huaguo, just like the original owner.

On the right side of Xu Junxin is the bar. She took a few steps and sat gracefully on the high stool.

Gently clasping her fingers like jade on the table of the bar, Xu Junxin said, "Come out and make me a cup."

A man about 30 years old walked out of the bar tremblingly, and then two seventeen or eighteen-year-old children also showed their faces. Their faces were pale, and the situation just now almost scared the three of them into pieces.

Mr. Luo Chengji came in with a gun, they thought that there would be another tragedy in Lihua today.

Unexpectedly, Xu Junxin would fight back, beat Luo Gongzi to the ground, and threatened his life. She fired two shots and hit the floor, but they were shot as if their hearts and brains would burst open.

Who's going to tell them what's going on?

Lihuadu's top brand, Xu Junxin, is as famous as her stunning appearance and talent for her gentleness, thoughtfulness and understanding.

They had never seen such a violent and ruthless side of Xu Junxin.

"Xu...Sister Xu...Are you all right?" the bartender asked hesitantly, he was a little scared.

Xu Junxin smiled sweetly, "It's okay, bartending."

The charming smile of this allure makes the bartender feel relaxed and happy. But thinking of Xu Junxin's performance just now, seeing the grab in her hand, the bartender's smile froze.

His two little apprentices kept their heads down, not daring to look at anyone. The bartender told them to fight, and their hands and feet were stiff.

After mixing the wine, the bartender will show it respectfully and bow to Xu Junxin with a nod and bow.

"It's not necessary." Xu Junxin smiled helplessly.

Well, she forgot one more thing. After making such a fuss just now, her personality collapsed.

Xu Jun sipped the cocktail carefully, pondering how to recover, how to turn things around.

Song Zhi, her manager, hurried over and scolded with a bitter face: "My aunt! You are so incredible now, and you have caused such a big disaster! You are so inflated that you dare to challenge Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhou. .You, the president of Huaguo, is a humble dancer at the very beginning, how dare you?"

Song Zhi was angry and scared, **** pointed at Xu Jun, and he kept scolding.

Xu Junxin sneered: "I don't want me to cause trouble, that capable Daban Song, why don't you come when Luo Chengji and Zhou Yan are looking for trouble with me! Come up with your safest way to deal with it, save my life and not offend anyone!"

"I'm good for you, but you still mock me?" Song Zhi blushed with anger.

"Where were you when I was holding a gun to my head?? I'm afraid I'm hiding in a corner and shivering with fear." Xu Junxin continued: "You didn't do anything when it happened, don't stand here and fart afterwards. You don't have that qualification yet!"

"Hey! You really turned the sky upside down! Dare to challenge me!" Song Zhi rolled up his sleeves, wanting to teach Xu Jun to slap her and wake him up.

No matter how popular the dancer is, it must be a big class. Without his support, can she become popular?

Xu Junxin didn't speak, just turned around with the gun in his hand.

Song Dapan's arrogance immediately diminished, and he took a step back in fear.

Song Zhi: "Xu Junxin, don't mess around! Say something if you have something to say."

Song Zhi felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Today, you are the second person to tell me this." Xu Junxin said, and slapped her back.

Zhou Yan and Song Zhi were obviously unreasonable first. One is to let a mad dog-like friend come to kill her, and the other is to beat people at every turn. If the life and dignity of the dancer are low, do they deserve to be bullied for no reason? When she took up the weapon and resisted the threat with force, these guys asked her to speak well, it was clear that they were not individuals first.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A slow and crisp slap sounded, and an elegant middle-aged man walked in surrounded by a team of black bodyguards.

He was in his thirties and forties, not very old. Wearing a long gown made of high-quality fabrics, it looks really low-key. In terms of appearance, this person is not outstanding, with an ordinary face. But at a glance, he can tell that this person is extraordinary.

"Miss Xu played well. You can't protect the people under her hand, such a big class deserves to be beaten!" The middle-aged man instructed the bodyguard to clear the scene.

The bartender and two apprentices, Song Zhi, whose face was swollen, and the onlookers who were hiding in the dark were all chased away by the bodyguards. The bodyguards themselves retreated out of sight.

Xu Junxin understands that this is Song Jiuye, the big boss behind Lihuadu, who is related to her manager Song Zhi.

The original novel with the heroine Kanako Akagawa as the perspective will naturally not talk much about the background characters related to the female supporting role. Song Jiuye doesn't come to Lihua Capital on weekdays, so Xu Junxin doesn't know who this Song Jiuye is, how powerful he is, and what his temperament is.

"Ninth Master, today Junxin is reckless." Xu Junxin apologized.

The big boss took a step back, and she also had to be acquainted.

"Miss Xu, I, Lihua, owe you today, and it's our fault that I failed to protect you in time." Song Jiuye smiled kindly, but reminded: "But Miss Xu, you need to know that it's easy to break through. reason."

"Junxin understands." Xu Junxin nodded in response, but didn't listen.

Song Jiuye walked into the bar, opened a bottle of good red wine, and wanted to drink with Xu Junxin.

Song Jiuye asked, "Miss Xu, I have also heard people say what happened today. There may be exaggerations and omissions in this. Please explain in detail."

Xu Junxin clinks glasses with him and explains what happened just now.

Ai Xiangyun was framed by a bitter plan, and secretly provoked Zhou Yan and Luo Chengji to get rid of her.

Xu Jun told the truth truthfully, and of course it was inevitable to sue Ai Xiangyun, "Ninth Master, this girl Ai Xiangyun is not easy."

"Why not simple?" Song Jiuye asked with a smile.

"I suspected Ai Xiangyun at first because she was a cleaner who was too good-looking. She didn't want to do chores since she was a child. She hooked up. Mr. Zhou and Mr. Luo are just two of them." Xu Jun said in his heart, "I thought she was a spy sent by other dance halls, but today she feels different to me..."

"How is it different?" Song Jiuye asked patiently. He listened carefully.

"There is a kind of soldier's breath... It's very similar to the senior military officials I've seen." Xu Jun said.

Saying so, maybe he will also be suspected by others. But if the identity of Ai Xiangyun's Fusang spy can be exposed earlier, it will be beneficial to everyone.

"The smell of a soldier?" Song Jiuye took a sip of red wine and asked, "Isn't that the same feeling you gave me, Miss Xu?"

Song Jiuye still smiled, and there was a sharp knife hidden in his smile.

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