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

Chapter 1879 Go get a cigarette
Seven or eight off-road vehicles surrounded the city in a semicircle, separated by a distance of two meters. Several people were standing or sitting beside the vehicles, and some were squatting on the hood of the vehicles and smoking.

The white-faced boy was so frightened by this fight that his eyes seemed to be cramped, and he quickly scanned the faces. Suddenly someone smiled at him, and he immediately grabbed Yan Chi's arm and hid behind him.

"That's my father's enemy. It's over! He was found after running so far. What should I do?"

Yan Chi said: "They came half an hour ago, but they didn't move. I thought they were people sent by your father to pick you up."

"How is that possible!" The pretty boy suddenly shouted, and half of his body jumped out from behind Yan Chi. He hurriedly hid back, lowering his voice and gritting his teeth, "My father doesn't care whether I live or die. He still has too much time to take care of himself. How can he? Manpower is available to help me.”

He tightened his grip on Yan Chi's hand and said bitterly, "He has always valued his own life more than mine. I've long been used to it."

Yan Chi moved his eyes back half an inch and stared at the whirlpool above Xiao Bai's head, his black eyes half-squinted, his expression dark and unclear.

Question: "Seriously?"

"real!"

"boom!"

His idea of ​​grabbing someone to use as a human shield was a good idea, but he didn't know who he was messing with.

When he was extremely nervous, he suddenly heard Yan Chi laugh.

While he was talking, the man on the other side opened fire, and one shot caused the rear wheel to break off.

"Ah! Shots were fired, they fired!"

The pretty boy wished he could embed himself between Yan Chi and the car body, so that any bullet flying from anywhere would hit Yan Chi first.

"Just right."

Then, Yan Chi grabbed the pretty boy from behind and threw him out, "Go to hell and don't hurt me."

The pretty boy's eyes widened, "Are you still a human being?" "Others are here to kill you, am I a fool to stand in front of you?"

The pretty boy choked, "Then if I die, you will die too. Keep me here. At least I have an escape route, and we can both survive!"

Yan Chi asked: "What good can I do?"

"I..." The pretty boy hesitated before he spoke. He asked first, "I only have money. Do you love money?"

"Love."

"You love money and you still go in and out of the casino with nothing?"

"My hobby, what's wrong?"

The pretty boy felt bad all over, "Then I'll give you money and you'll protect me. If I survive, you can set whatever price you want, how about that?"

Yan Chi raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

"I knew grandpa cared about me!"

The pretty boy was about to hide behind him with a smile on his face. Yan Chi leaned back slowly, leaning his back against the car. He didn't give him a chance. The pretty boy looked at him and didn't dare to say anything. He grabbed Yan Chi's sleeves. , and pulled it out tentatively.

There was no effort, but Yan Chi kicked him away.

"Go and ask grandpa for a cigarette. I'm addicted to smoking and have no energy to fight."

The pretty boy's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he pointed back at the group of people, "They are just waiting to kill me! You asked me to ask you for cigarettes, are you a human being? You just pushed me to die!"

"Don't worry, you won't die," Yan Chi stepped forward and raised his chin, "If they simply wanted your life, they would have done it to you while you were sleeping like a dead pig, and they haven't even done anything yet. "I'll leave you to negotiate terms with your father. You won't be able to die in a while, so you have to smoke."

The pretty boy had all the curse words on his lips and swallowed them down.