Wang Zhao and Pei Xiu didn't know that after they left, there was such a conversation in the private room.

They both left and right, as if they had been training for many years of tacit understanding. Pei Xiu took the initiative to stay to face the second wave of people, but Wang Zhao had already touched him downstairs and knocked out Manager Hai who was quietly touching him along the way, and then silently headed towards the stage.

They had already known in the private room that Song Qingzhe was seriously injured. Now he still has the life to lie on that table, and he is probably about to be slapped.

"This person doesn't look very backbone. I didn't expect that he was so tough!" Wang Zhao murmured in his heart, but there was no big surprise at Manager Hai's betrayal.

After all, this lady has a very strange attitude towards the Zhao sisters. She has been wandering around the door of the box afterwards. As a personal secretary and a lot of work in Huaqing, it is not a very normal behavior in itself.

A tear gas bomb was scattered from mid-air by Wang Zhao and directly hit the people in the hall. She used her supernatural power to cover her eyes, mouth and nose, and rushed toward the black collar that had already pulled Song Qingzhe as a target when the tear gas bomb was ejected.

"Old Thirteenth and the others are too slow?" The black collar took out his special glasses from his arms and put them on. He was a little worried about his subordinates. He looked at Song Qingzhe, whose breathing sound was getting weaker and weaker, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Just like this, why are Xiaohai shooting all the time? If he really dies, where can we find hostages with sufficient weight?"

Wang Zhao, who was attacking his own tear gas, didn't take the black collar seriously.

They still do their homework. The people who come and go here are either rich or noble. Even if they have bodyguards around them, even if the bodyguards are really good, they cannot carry any good weapons with them.

Because the regulations in Huaqing do not allow, even mobile phones must be confiscated, they just get loopholes and make it difficult for everyone on the scene to fly.

Now, even if the bodyguard who ran over took his own tear gas, the man in black didn't feel that with the skills of Manager Hai and Lao Thirteen, he would take it down for someone. They prepared a lot, and the tear gas was brought directly to him. Who knew where the bodyguard came from?

"Everyone should take care of the hostages in their hands." The black collar had an idea, and Wang Zhao had not shown up, so he was even more sure that the enemy was not very good, so he simply shouted, "Listen to me to report the numbers, and kill a hostage in his hands every five minutes from the second child!"

Although the man in black didn't care that a mouse was hiding over, he was impatient with the situation where things were a little out of the plan.

"Brothers who just threw tear gas, although we Black Hawks are not among the top ten organizations in the international rankings, at least there are top 30." The boss in black thought about it. This person can hold it in for so long. Even if he is not very capable, he is somewhat desirable. So I'd just try a trick. "The benefits are still very good, and I'm very happy in many countries. You can't do much good in the little Huaqing. Even in China, there are not many occasions for you to play, so why don't you follow us?"

"Bah! You idiot!" The man in black was circling around the scene. No matter how seriously he was injured, Song Qingzhe was still awakened from his coma. He happened to hear the words of the boss in black, "Wait, you feel good! Vomit."

He has been an old man since he was a child and was held in his hands by Mrs. Song. Even if Mrs. Song thinks that boys cannot be too pampered, he still needs whatever he wants. This made Song Qingzhe never suffer much since childhood, and his body is not as healthy as Xu Miaomiao.

Just like this, I was injured and bumpy. Just now, I had to drink a lot of alcohol with someone on my stomach for the smooth progress of the auction. Now I have been stuttering and tumbling around for a long time, and I was fumigated by tear gas. In addition to the snot and tears flowing, I immediately started vomiting!

"Damn it! Are you disgusting?" The black collar cursed in anger, not caring that the voice would reveal his position, "Don't vomit anymore, I'll sting you again!"

Song Qingzhe really couldn't control whether he vomited or not, but he had some ways to choke.

"Do you think I'm disgusting, I think you're disgusting! Damn, let me go, I'm going to die!"

When the black collar heard it, he simply didn't want him as a hostage. He threw it away and scolded him in anger. He took out the knife and was about to scratch Song Qingzhe's neck.

"Grass! You guy who died early, I'm quit!"

Song Qingzhe is now in a mess, and it is not easy to be able to barely support himself and look at the boss in black. Faced with this straightforward killing move, he could not avoid it. He could only hold on to the seats in the auction venue and close his eyes with difficulty, feeling sorry for the old man and the old lady of the Song family.

Dad and Mom. Although I like to play and make fun of it, I always ask you to clean up the mess today. But today I was a heroic death

With a light sound, the knife that harvested life did not cut his neck as expected. Instead, there was a warm liquid ticking down on the somewhat dehumidified face, a little sticky and a particularly salty taste.

Song Qingzhe exclaimed in his heart.

No matter how happy he is or how much he has expectations, he knows that he will never be within the scope of the care of Pei Xiu and others.

After all, according to Li Yue, he was already out of salvation.

For such occasions, he doesn't think he has any value, and he can give others priority to save him.

"Wake up, live well after you have recovered your life. Don't waste my time saving you." Wang Zhao slapped Song Qingzhe on the chest and put a wisp of wood-type superpowers in to protect him. "You can't help much now, just hide here quietly. When will the venue be cleared, you can come out again."

"Where is the man in black just now?" Song Qingzhe thought of the liquid dripping on his face just now, and couldn't help but feel a hint of anticipation in his heart, "Did you kill him?"

Wang Zhao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Song Qingzhe, who looked quite flirty, was really not too brave, and he was not sorry for his ambition to open this auction.

"He didn't die. He finally escaped the vital points. He was probably seriously injured now." Wang Zhao said not very concerned, but instead mentioned another thing, "You put away all of our phones before, and now you have to find a way to contact people outside to come in and help!"

With so many people, even if she can handle it alone, she doesn't want to really take action.

Too prominent is not a good thing, and being low-key is the best way to save your life. Wang Zhao learned this thoroughly in his previous life, and learned in this life that no matter whoever is, he must be aware of it first, so even when facing Song Qingzhe, he did not intend to explain his plan too carefully.
Chapter completed!