Vicar squatted down and moved under the long table on the side of the banquet hall where various food and drinks were placed.
He felt that even this was not safe, so he quietly took a silver plate and stuffed it into his clothes.
"Is this useful?" Vera beside him couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Vicar quickly said, "Nokia hasn't produced for a long time. It's better to take this than nothing … Are these guys from the Typica Family crazy?"
Vera stuck her head out to take a look and quickly said, "I don't know if they're crazy or not, but I know that you must be crazy to buy me such a dress. Do you know how inconvenient it is?"
"Oh, I will pay attention next time … No, I don't want to have a next time."
Vera frowned at this time. In the chaos, she saw the guy who poured wine on "The Nameless Maiden". At this time … he sat down.
There were already two calm people sitting at the table where he sat. "It's them?"
Vera uttered in astonishment.
Vicar, who didn't dare to look out, said nervously at this time, "What do you mean they are yours?"
Vera pondered for a while, squatted down and took off her high-heeled shoes directly. Then she tore the skirt until it almost reached the bottom of her thigh. She glanced at Vicar, "Where's your weapon?"
"Oh, yes, yes, my weapon," Vicar hurriedly dug out his clothes, "I found it."
He hurriedly took it out, and the thing in his hands was … the remote control.
It seemed that Vicar also found that the thing he took out was a little bad, so he quickly stuffed it back into his clothes. Then he dug again. After a while, he took out a short one, which was even smaller than a palm, from his back.
"How is it? Is this OK?"
Vera sighed. She stretched her hand out of the table and found another iron plate. She handed it to Vicar and blessed him, "The great revolutionary pioneer Vladimir will bless you."
"But I have never been to Lenin Square to mourn him, Vera, Vera …"
But Vera had already rolled out of here.
Vicar, who didn't dare to go out and had never been to Lenin Square, felt that even if Vera gave him another iron plate, it was still not safe.
So he took one more plate and continued to stuff it into his clothes. There were three plates in total.
He felt that he was too damn witty.
…
"Why are you interested in these things?" Yuri suddenly looked at him and asked.
The clown mask in front of him had its own smile. Urey couldn't help but think that no matter what the club's boss would say next, it would be a mockery.
"Sitting in a warm place, listening to a cold story, feeling the coldness of winter in front of the fireplace …" Luoqiu said slowly, "This is what you said before, Mr. Yuri. I think it's good."
Was he mocking him? Why did he have to repeat what he said before … But Yuri wasn't dissatisfied at all. Perhaps in his heart, he had already determined that if it weren't for the mockery, he wouldn't have used such a method to fulfill his wish.
"I never knew your name." Yuri shook his head and laughed at himself.
He was also looking at the situation around him. Normal people would be frightened in such a bad and dangerous situation, but he didn't think he was.
He only knew that he didn't have much time left. He also knew that he had already died once. Now, there was nothing to be afraid of in every minute and second that he lived.
But before he could get an answer from the other party, a voice he was familiar with cut into the conversation between him and the club owner.
Yuri felt that his shoulder was pressed by someone, and soon the other party put her arm around his neck and strangled him.
It wasn't too tight, but it wasn't too loose either. It was the kind of tightening that was more threatening.
At the same time, he also felt that his sun was pressed against by something cold.
"Mister, please immediately stop your subordinate's actions … before things get out of hand."
Anna … The person behind Yuri was Anna.
Yuri closed his eyes, trying to erase the smile on the clown mask from his mind. At the same time, he said, "Anna, don't you want to see who I am?"
"Who are you?"
Anna frowned the moment she was called by her name.
Yuri said indifferently, "I've taken off my blindfold. You'll know if you see me."
Yuri stood up, patting Anna's arm around his neck gently, "Relax. You're calm, confident and the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Why do you want to destroy your beauty with this ugliness?"
Anna hesitated for a moment and looked around. She found that ever since she held this guy hostage, those guys in white suits had stopped and were approaching her one by one.
The battle in the banquet hall suddenly fell into a stalemate.
Anna took a deep breath, moving her head from Yuri's sun to the back of his head, saying in a low voice, "You can turn around."
Yuri turned around.
Anna's pupils widened in an instant, and she opened her mouth subconsciously.
Urey slightly raised his hands, whistled, and said softly, "Anna, you see, I even resisted, right? Why, don't you recognize me? Or did you forget what I look like just because I shaved? Didn't you shave for me before? "
"Impossible …"
Anna murmured in horror, but her finger, almost instinctively, squeezed the trigger of her gun.
But at this moment, a sharp pain came from her wrist. A shiny knife had already been stabbed into the back of her hand … It had almost pierced through the back of her hand.
Anna screamed and fell to the ground. A man in a white suit, who was still approaching quietly, directly rushed over and threw Anna to the ground. Then he grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, completely subduing her.
"Boss, what you did just now was too dangerous."
The old butler pulled up his clothes to cover the knife on his waist. Then, he walked to Urey's side and frowned.
Yuri was amazed that this old man had such a flying stunt, but he just shook his head. He walked to Anna, looking at Anna who was looking at him in horror.
He stretched out his hand and stroked her face, saying softly, "I'm back … You said you wouldn't forget me. Can you carve it deeper now?"
Anna shook her head unbelievably … It was really him, Yuri, who used to be a talented painter, but was so poor that he had to live on the street.
He … How could he be a member of the Typica Family?
More importantly, why didn't he die?
"Boss, what should we do with these two guys?"
Suddenly, the voice of a subordinate of the Typica Family came from behind Yuri. He turned around, and saw the club boss who gave him everything was guarded against.
"Be polite, these two are my most important friends." Yuri waved his hand.
Bang bang bang bang bang
Then he took the gun from Edgar's hand, and suddenly hit the ceiling, saying in a shocking tone, "Listen, two days later, I'll hold the shooting of the real 'The Nameless Maiden'. Yuri, the heir of the Typica Family, will give you enough compensation for today's incident and all the fright you've received."
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