The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the big man like a mountain of flesh stopped all his movements as if the robot had suddenly cut off the power supply.

The bartenders and thugs in the hotel were all filled with indignation.

These two men went to their territory and attacked their boss.

This matter cannot be settled.

This group of people held instruments and glared at the girl and Roshan.

As long as the boss gives the order, they are ready to rush forward and chop the girl and the meat mountain into meat paste.

The boss adjusted his floral shirt and said, "It was my mistake not to go out to greet you according to the rules. I will express my apology."

The bar is quiet.

The slightly hoarse voice of the boss echoed.

The boss continued: "However, my bar has rules: no one is allowed to do anything in my bar. If you do, you will have to pay the price."

The girl holding the umbrella turned her head and spoke a string of Japanese words in a brisk voice.

Jiang Qilan heard it clearly.

What she said was: "Hirao-kun, cut off your right hand and apologize to the boss."

Roshan's expression remained unchanged. He pulled out a sharp dagger from somewhere and chopped off his right wrist without hesitation.

The boss was shocked.

It was too late to stop him verbally.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the iron rod from a bartender beside him and blocked it on the big man's right wrist.

"clang!"

The dagger struck the iron rod with such force that it almost cut into a third of the iron rod before stopping.

The boss's hand grasped the iron rod, and the tiger's mouth shook violently.

This big man used ten percent of his strength!

Do you really not care about your body at all?

The girl raised her lips and smiled softly: "I heard that the boss is a ruthless person, what? Don't you want me to punish my subordinates?"

This time, she spoke in English.

Pretty silky American accent.

"That's not true," the boss said, "I'm just afraid that this bloody scene will disturb my guests."

The girl had a sweet smile, as if she was discussing with friends what kind of hairpins would look good, and her tone was pleasant:

"Then what price does the boss want us to pay?"

"Choose one. Either let me stab you. Or choose to pay for all the guests here today." The boss said.

The girl tilted her head playfully and asked Roshan: "Hey, Hirao-kun, what do you think I should choose?"

Roshan said in a rough voice: "The servant dare not let the master spend money. So, I chose to let him stab me."

"Then what if he stabs you to death?" The girl waved her hand: "Without one hand, you are still useful to me. But a dead person is of no use to me at all."

Roshan knelt down and kissed the ground in front of the girl's leather shoes devoutly.

"Thank you, Master."

The girl smiled coquettishly: "Okay, let's pay."

Roshan stood up and lifted his shirt.

There was not a trace of fat on his body, and his complex muscle groups showed terrifying strength.

And around his waist and abdomen, there was a black belt with a sandwich.

There is a thick gold bar stuffed in each mezzanine.

A rough calculation shows that there are at least 30 gold bars in this circle.

Roshan took out a gold bar and placed it on the table next to him.

He took out another one and put it next to him.

Pull out another one and stack it up.

The girl looked at the gold bars and asked softly: "Boss, how many gold bars do you need? If these are not enough, I will have someone send them over."

The boss took a heavy gold bar and said, "This one is enough."

But Roshan continued to look at the gold bar mountain as if he didn't hear it.

The gold bar mountain is shining brightly, making the whole bar look luxurious.

The girl raised her hand: "Hirao-kun, the boss is a nice guy, just one thing he said is enough."

Roshan stopped.

The girl added: "In addition, your hand was left by the boss for you."

Roshan bowed ninety degrees to the boss: "Thank you!"

The girl was a little tired after talking for so long. She wandered around the bar, trying to find a seat to sit down.

While looking at it, he said: “The famous [No Way Out] bar doesn’t even have any decent tables and chairs—”

Her words stopped abruptly.

She saw Jiang Qilan sitting in the corner with only half of his face exposed.