After meeting his superior Sheng, a group of people stopped at the door.

All the bodyguards stopped almost at the same time, while Wang Qinghuan took two steps before realizing something was wrong and barely stopped.

"Come and buy fruit?"

Si Sheng held his pocket in his hand and glanced around lazily.

As soon as his eyes passed, several bodyguards unconsciously avoided her.

She has a magical power that ordinary people cannot perceive, but people who are struggling or knowledgeable in society can detect it as soon as possible.

She is very dangerous.

Can't provoke.

Every nerve reminds them for no reason.

The smiley eyebrows and eyes were filled with thorns hidden in the dark, thorns and dangers surging. Only after experiencing the baptism of blood and the precipitation of experience can you have such a pair of tempered eyes.

but--

Obviously, Wang Qinghuan, who consciously brought about more than a dozen people, did not keenly notice this.

With a "bang", Wang Qinghuan threw the brocade box directly to the front desk.

"Give me a handicraft worth ten yuan and three?" Wang Qinghuan's face was so angry that she twisted her face. Her hand pointed at Jinhe was trembling, "If you don't give an explanation, no matter who you are, this matter will never end!"

Si Sheng played with the previous folding saber with his fingers, "There is a word in the antique world called 'drawing the eye'. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

"You are called a scam!"

Wang Qinghuan pointed at her and almost poked Si Sheng's nose with his finger.

Si Sheng snorted, holding the folded saber, slowly pressed against her fingers, and pushed it away.

"I don't understand the rules in the industry, but I dare to make the idea of ​​Jinchan?" Si Sheng sneered, and his tone was full of mockery.

"you--"

Thinking that the appraiser did say similar industry rules, Wang Qinghuan was speechless for a moment.

However, Wang Qinghuan, who has lost 3 million in vain and has not only obtained a broken handicraft, but has suffered a lot of grievances here. It is absolutely impossible for Wang Qinghuan, who has brought so many people at the moment, to give up.

She was so angry that she bit her silver teeth and shouted at the bodyguard beside her: "Do it!"

When there were about ten bodyguards, they only moved two or three in front of them when they heard Wang Qinghuan's words.

There are two reasons: one is that most of them are squeezed at the door and cannot be squeezed in outside the door. The other is that the space is too small and there are too many people to use it.

What's more, in their opinion, a girl like Si Sheng, even if she is a trainer, three bodyguards can be more than enough.

The problem is-

They met Si Sheng.

In just ten seconds, no one could react. It seemed that in a flash of consciousness, one after another saw figures thrown out of the door, and one mighty body after another was forced to smash on the ground, making loud noises.

These bodyguards with certain skills were as simple as carrying dolls on Si Sheng's hands, and she let her pinch them flat and roll them without any room for resistance.

Three of them were thrown out in a row, all of them were their own people. The bodyguards and Wang Qinghuan were inevitably stunned.

Looking at Si Sheng again, he was still standing there, raised his hand and patted his sleeves, which seemed to be effortless.

Wang Qinghuan stuttered, a familiar panic, and a palpitations sensation hit her heart again, her legs and kneecaps became weak, as if she could not bear the weight of her upper body.

Si Sheng raised his eyes and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Ling Xize's reminder from behind--

"careful--"

The moment he made a sound, Si Sheng noticed a sense of crisis. The stick swung across the air, causing waves. She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she heard a muffled knock from behind.

She suddenly looked back and saw Ling Xize standing behind her, raising her hand to block a wooden stick that a bodyguard attacked.

Si Sheng was stunned.

The next moment, she saw Ling Xize lifting the wooden stick, and when the bodyguard staggered back, she stepped on the bodyguard's abdomen and kicked the person to the ground.

The crisis is lifted.

Si Sheng's gaze calmly looked at Ling Xize's elbow that caught the wooden stick for a few seconds. After seeing that he put his hand in his pocket as if nothing had happened, he turned his gaze away.

"I can avoid it." Si Sheng whispered.

Ling Xize glanced at her faintly and said, "Conditioned Reflex."

“…”

OK, let his hero save the beauty once.

Without fighting with him, Si Sheng raised his eyes, his eyes became a little cold, and his cold smile swept across everyone present one by one.

Now, everyone could feel the murderous aura lingering on her body, and the temperature in the store suddenly dropped.

"Relying on the large number of people, right?"

Si Sheng pulled the corner of his lips, smiling a little lightly, and his voice was as lazy as ever.

"I'm still full of people!" Wang Qinghuan stood behind the bodyguard, used hypnosis to enhance his confidence, and said directly, "No matter what you hit or not, if you don't hand over the golden cicada today, I will not only hit your people, but also smash this store!"

Their vast group of people attracted many passers-by and neighbors to watch, but because they were fierce and aggressive, they were just here to find trouble, so even those who were watching the show were far away.

If three people were not kicked out in a row, someone would have started calling the police at this time.

Si Sheng didn't show any timidity, looked at them with a faint smile, and nodded, "Okay, there are so many people, right?"

"Yes, you have the ability..."

Wang Qinghuan wanted to continue to speak harshly.

However, it was interrupted by a crisp and loud whistle.

"Oh, is the business so booming?"

A teasing sound came from outside the door, which was a bit dumb.

What followed was the chaotic footsteps, uneven and very eye-catching.

So, a group of people facing Si Sheng at the entrance of the store looked out the door in unison.

The first thing I saw was a young man in his twenties.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker with his collar open and he flew freely in the cold wind. He looked handsome, with a red earring on his left ear, and several chains of varying lengths hung in front of him. The vulgar atmosphere of heavy metal complemented him, not only did not reduce the style brought by his temperament and appearance, but instead made the person look coquettish and erotic, with a bit of casual and free and easy meaning.

The only thing that feels incongruity is the two insulation buckets he is holding.

If he was the only one, he might think he was passing by.

But—

Following him were dozens of people, all of whom were burly and burly, with a burly figure and no uniform clothing. However, the uneven combinations gave people a sense of déjà vu.

Passers-by made a move away from each other, and the group of people rushed over. In a blink of an eye, Wang Qinghuan and all the bodyguards surrounded him.

The bodyguards who had been "many and powerful" in an instant were like chickens thrown into a wolf's den, picking up one at a time, and the contrast was extremely distinct.

"Sister Sheng!"

After standing firmly, all the strong men suddenly pointed at Si Sheng and shouted like this.

The voices were heard in unison, and the sound surged into the sky, deafening.

If the venue is bigger, they might even bow to Si Sheng.

Passerby: "..."

Bodyguards: "…"

Wang Qinghuan: “…”

In broad daylight, what is the operation of trampling on horseback?!

Wang Qinghuan had a look of pride and turned pale in just a few seconds.

She suddenly realized that it would be more useful than bringing a group of people to find a place.

"You just said-"

Si Sheng said lazily, approached Wang Qinghuan, raised his slender fingers, and rubbed his ears.

She asked, "Why do you have the ability?"

“…”

Wang Qinghuan widened his eyes and breathed rapidly, but he didn't hold up a word for a while.

"Sister Sheng, Sister Sheng, speak well and don't scare people."

The young man walked in leisurely from the outside, and while smiling, he placed the insulation bucket on the front desk.

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows at him.

Ling Xize glanced at the delicate tattoo shop's signature sign. He was older than Si Sheng, but he called "Sister Sheng" so flatteringly that he was speechless.

At first glance, he was unprincipled and could only flatter Si Sheng, a slanderous minister.
To be continued...