The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

The pretty boy took out a gun from his waist and cursed through gritted teeth: "I'll fight them!"

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Yan Chi slapped him on the back of the head, and the pretty boy's forehead suddenly hit his knees, making stars pop out of his eyes. He swore that he wanted to put the muzzle of a gun to Yan Chi's head, but when their eyes met, he was numb. Rush it over.

"Grandpa, take a self-defense weapon and fight out with me!"

Yan Chi's face turned dark, "I'll kill you for whatever reason. What does your matter have to do with me? If you want to fight, go alone. Find me a car. I have to leave."

The pretty boy was dumbfounded, "No, I've been calling grandpa these days for nothing!"

Yan Chi opened his mouth and scolded: "You don't even have a ounce of meat on your arms. You're trying your best. Grandpa doesn't have to die with you. Come here prepared. If you have a developed cerebellum, you will know that the wisest thing to do at this time is to run away."

That's the truth, although it doesn't sound nice.

The pretty boy gritted his teeth and said, "The garage is in front. Going there will expose you. There is a plane in the backyard. I can fly it."

Yan Chi raised his head and said, "Lead the way, and I will lead the way."

Xiao Bai Lian was so moved that he almost cried. However, when Yan Chi came to get the gun, he tightened his grip and refused to give it to him.

"How about I hold it? I'm afraid of death!"

Yan Chi tightened his lips and cursed him with a very dirty word.

He picked up the pretty boy's back collar and went to the backyard, picking up a gun from the ground.

On the road, a pretty boy picked someone up. He stuffed the person into the back seat and jumped into the driver's seat.

Yan Chi also came up. His gun was out of bullets and he threw it away.

After the plane took off, the pretty boy was operating and communicating with his subordinates. No sound leaked out of the headphones. His fair face was rarely serious. His words were short, but every sentence was to the point.

When a cannonball flew up, he quickly adjusted his position to avoid it, and then gave orders in an orderly manner.

Yan Chi looked down.

There was already thick smoke billowing down below.

The pretty boy's men and the casino managers each held a gun. Their positions seemed to be chaotic, but in fact they were all protecting the pretty boy's escape direction. As the plane took off, the crowds became smaller and smaller.

After confirming that he was safe, the pretty boys began to retreat one by one.

Yan Chi lowered his eyebrows calmly.

Ah.

interesting.

A hand was placed on the shoulder.

Onions are white and slender.

The stacked gemstone bracelets on her wrists jingled.

The woman coquettishly said: "Brother, I'm afraid."

Yan Chi glanced back slightly.

He smiled, "Little grandson, you didn't forget to take a woman with you when you ran away?"

The pretty girl said cheerfully, "I can't help it. This is my favorite among all the wives. If the others die, they will die. I have to take this one with me. I love her so much."

At this time, his state slowly relaxed and he returned to his smooth-tongued dandy appearance.

Yan Chi stared at the woman's hand and said calmly: "Take it away."

The woman refused, and tentatively groped her hand in front of his shoulder, her fingertips caressing and pinching him inch by inch with a teasing technique. Through her clothes, her hand was still as slippery as a snake.

"No, I was scared to death. I was taking a shower in my room, and a fight broke out outside. I haven't recovered yet. Brother, I'm really scared."

Yan Chi leaned his shoulders into the seat, curled his lips into a half-smile, "I'll say it again, take your hands away."

The woman paused, her expression as stiff as weather.

She snorted and sat back reluctantly, "Husband, he is cruel to me!"