Chapter 210 Yang Xiao’s Art
Two hours ago.
Imperial Capital, urban village, old community, No. 2 on the fifth floor.
"Squeak."
The door opened, and Yang Xiao walked into the house carrying the small box.
The room smelled of cigarette smoke and smelly feet.
He looked at the messy room and frowned:
"How long has it been since we cleaned up? It's so dirty."
Yang Xiao has a mysophobia and always wears white gloves.
He took out the white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and started cleaning the room conscientiously.
Yang Xiao worked very neatly, and the room was cleaned spotlessly in less than half an hour.
He sat on the sofa with cigarette burn marks, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Li Yang:
"Boss, can I kill someone?"
While waiting for a reply, Yang Xiao opened the small box he brought.
He took out some things and placed them on the dining table in the center of the living room.
A bottle of expensive red wine, a decanter, and two exquisite goblets.
What's different is that there is a very thick needle and a roll of very strong black thread on the dining table.
For a long time, there was no reply.
"Then this is tacit approval, right? Big shots really cherish words like gold."
Yang Xiao smiled, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked into the kitchen.
After working for a long time, it was time for him to have some midnight snack.
Yang Xiao took out pork, chicken, and shrimp from the refrigerator.
He is a carnivore and does not like vegetarian food.
Yang Xiao hummed a little tune and skillfully fried and fried on the stove. His movements were pleasing to the eye.
Those who didn’t know better thought he was the chief chef of a five-star restaurant.
The aroma of food comes from the kitchen.
. . . . . .
Three men and one woman were walking down the corridor laughing.
They smelled heavily of alcohol.
These three men went to a bar tonight to collect protection money. Unexpectedly, that small and inconspicuous bar was actually owned by the famous Mr. Wu.
To be honest, they were scared to death.
After leaving the bar, I found a disco and drank a lot to calm down.
There was a woman next to her. Taking advantage of this drunkenness, she began to open her tail like a male peacock, exuding the masculine charm of a gangster.
"What happened to Zhao Laowu?
This man is just giving face to his boss Lin Jinlong today!
Damn it, otherwise, I will destroy him tonight! ”
The leading veteran from Imperial City had fierce eyes, as if he was a big boss like Lin Jinlong.
The green-haired boy also echoed:
"That shabby bar was smashed by him sooner or later.
Look at the bartender at the bar, he looks like a duck.
I get annoyed just by looking at him. ”
The woman following them had beautiful eyes.
She was wearing short shorts and suspenders, and her face showed signs of staying up late drinking frequently. The dark circles under her eyes couldn't be covered with even the thickest makeup.
The woman is a female gangster. In the past, she was called a spirit girl.
Although the gangsters are poor and low-income, it is outrageous. There is really no shortage of women.
There are always ignorant rotten girls who can be taken away by such bastards.
She was dancing in a bar tonight and was attracted by these three men.
For these 'big guys', this woman doesn't mind spending a night with them. Maybe if one of them becomes famous, she can be a talking point to brag to her sisters.
Lao Pao walked to the third floor, touched his pocket, and suddenly stopped.
Damn, I forgot to buy a set.
Who knows if this woman is sick? It would be really dangerous without that thing.
He took out a key and handed it to the woman:
"You go upstairs first, we will be back in a moment."
There is a 24-hour convenience store downstairs.
The old Pao is used to taking his younger brother with him wherever he goes to show off.
It's also a good time to go down for some fresh air and some wine, and it will take a while.
The woman was a little dissatisfied but didn't say anything. She took the key and went upstairs. . . . . . .
The woman took the key and opened the door, her eyes lit up slightly.
The house where three grown men live is so clean?
The aroma of the food flooded into my nose, and I swallowed.
After spending the whole night dancing in the bar and drinking so much wine, I must be hungry.
The dining table in the center of the living room is filled with all kinds of delicacies, which makes people want to eat.
She had also seen the bottle of wine on the table.
After spending so many years in nightclubs, she only drank such expensive wine once.
But, why are there only two goblets on the table?
The woman whispered:
"What are these men doing?"
At this time, footsteps came from the kitchen.
She followed the sound and slowly opened her eyes.
I saw a man in a white suit and white gloves walking into the living room carrying an exquisite plate of fried shrimp.
That man is so handsome and beautiful! Very elegant too!
But. . . . . Why are you walking with those three gangsters?
Could it be. . . . . Is it a male model? The kind that sells.
It should be like this. Guys who can hang out with gangsters must also be unclean people.
This man is so handsome that even if he is a duck by profession, he will still make a woman's heart beat fast.
She said a little unnaturally:
"Well, your elder brother asked me to come up first."
When Yang Xiao saw the woman, there was no surprise on his face, and he smiled and said:
"Okay, we can start eating when they come back. Let's sit down for a while."
Yang Xiao placed the last plate of fried shrimp on the table and sat on the sofa.
The woman blushed and sat next to Yang Xiao.
Her legs were neatly held together, showing a rare ladylike appearance.
Yang Xiao is very talkative, and with his humor, he makes women tremble and giggle.
The woman was no longer restrained, laughing and playing around with Yang Xiao.
At this time, the door opened.
Lao Pao frowned and looked at Yang Xiao:
"Why are you here!"
The green-haired boy pointed at Yang Xiao and cursed:
"Fuck, I thought you were a duck, but you turned out to be a flyer!
Damn it, what did you steal to start trouble with Tai Sui? ! ”
The bald boy silently took out the dagger from his arms with an unkind look on his face.
The woman's beautiful eyes widened:
“You don’t know each other?!”
A battle was about to break out, and the woman subconsciously leaned towards Yang Xiao.
In just ten minutes, Yang Xiao had gained the woman's complete trust.
Yang Xiao stood up with a gentle smile on his lips:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. It's time to start dinner."
. . . . . .
Half an hour later.
The room was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, so strong that it seemed to overwhelm people.
On the ground, the shocking red color has not yet dried up.
Yang Xiao's white suit was kept neat and clean.
He sat at the dining table, took out the sobered red wine, poured a full glass for himself, and also poured a glass for the other person.
Sitting opposite Yang Xiao was a 'monster'.
The 'monster' had a woman's head, its eyes were wide and frightened, and its hair was stained with blood.
The body of the 'monster' is a little fat, and there is a string of stars and moon beads hanging around its neck.
The 'monster' has six legs on its back, like wings.
The 'monster' had dense black sutures all over his body.
It's like a devil's prank, like a child's haphazardly put together building blocks.
Most people would spit out their overnight meal just by looking at it, but Yang Xiao regarded this thing as his own child because it was his work of art.
Yang Xiao filled the ‘monster’ with wine and said with a gentle smile:
"Beautiful lady, now we can dine."
Yang Xiao took a sip of red wine, slightly tipsy.
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(Afraid of 404, I will post the next chapter later.)
(End of chapter)