The dark blue sky, no stars or moon.

In the luxurious banquet hall with bright lights, Qi Ye snapped his fingers after a simple speech.

The lights around dim down, and the colorful crystal chandeliers reflect luxurious and ambiguous colors.

The lead singer Lin Qian was fired and replaced by another popular female singing voice.

Qi Ye took Ye Weilan's hand and walked into the center of the dance floor, held her waist, and gently lifted her hand.

Ye Weilan's hand naturally rested on his shoulders.

In the aristocratic course, dance is a compulsory course, and Ye Weilan's dance is very outstanding.

This couple is undoubtedly the biggest highlight of the audience, with a handsome man and beautiful woman, full of aura.

"Are you happy?" Qi Ye asked with his head down and pressed it into her ear.

From the perspective of others, it's like kissing.

Ye Weilan rubbed his face: "It seems that I can't find a reason to be unhappy."

Qi Ye tied his lips with a thin fold: "That's right."

Beautiful dance steps, gentle melody, and every beat is perfectly rhyme.

Ning Yuan sat lazily in the corner with a wine glass, his cold eyes remained the two people in the middle of the dance floor.

After a song, a rock singer came on stage.

It was a man wearing a black leather jacket, very thin, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, most of the facial features on his face were covered, his skin was pale, his lips were dark purple, and his outfit was very non-mainstream.

With the sound of a drum set, the atmosphere in the audience became very high.

Qi Ye kissed Ye Weilan's lips: "Wait for me to come back."

Her delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent: "Go home to see Xiaojiu together."

Qi Ye smiled coldly, slid out of the dance floor, and happily left the venue.

Ning Yuan, who came over at some point, took his place and held her hand.

Ye Weilan shone through the dim light and only vaguely saw Qi Ye walking out as if chasing a figure. Both of them were very fast.

She withdrew her gaze: "How many?"

Ning Yuan's voice was very cold; "Four."

She frowned slightly, but there were still three less...

"It's inside the hall," Ning Yuan added: "Lin Xuan is responsible for the outside."

Ye Weilan clenched her fists. Every one of those people was a rare pervert, and only Qi Ye could afford her safety.

It can only be Qi Ye.

"Who is the one Qi Ye chased out?"

"I don't know," Ning Yuan's green eyes were not in the slightest emotion: "No one knows who he is."

Ye Weilan remembered the information that Qi Ye had shown her. The two people on it were all blank.

A cold sweat broke out in her palm.

When the rock musicians on the stage reached the top, a bullet penetrated the glass and shot into the center of the dance floor.

With a "thump", a short and fat figure fell to the ground, with a bullet embedded in his eyebrows, and a strange-shaped gun rolled out from his sleeve.

The first one!

The subordinate of Mo Ye who was mixed in the middle of the dance floor dragged the body out without leaving any trace.

Having this is not smart enough as a lesson for the past reveals the fact that a sniper was ambushed outside, and the others are no longer acting rashly.

Ye Weilan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Ning Yuan suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw the person into the air with great force. A thin blade in his hand was inserted into the ground.

The atmosphere was in full swing, covering up the small sound.
Chapter completed!