My lover is this organization

What's more, she explained the steps of installing the bomb in a very clear and logical way, but that was only her way of thinking. Who knows what kind of magical train of thought those members of the Mud Gang would have.

It would be very embarrassing if you couldn't find it after searching for it for a long time.

"Here."

As a dog paw stretched out, a bowl of steaming oden suddenly appeared in front of the silver-haired beauty.

"Ok?"

When she raised her eyes, she saw Qin Wuque looking at her with a relaxed expression and a beaming smile on his face.

"If you ask me, Captain Qin, you should just relax and eat and drink. It's useless to worry about it now. At least the people from the Nican Society are definitely not capable of planting a bomb in this banquet hall."

He paused here and shrugged.

"But even if something really happens, I will protect you~"

"..."

Hearing this, the silver-haired beauty was silent for a while, then took the bowl of oden and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

"Wow, I found it. Brother Qin, you are here——"

A familiar voice came, and Qin Wuque and the silver-haired beauty turned around subconsciously, and saw Miss Yuanzi, who was wearing a light pink party dress, poking her head out from behind the crowd and waving at them.

The light pink color paired with a slim-fitting long skirt perfectly sets off the girl's beautiful figure and fair skin.

Yuanzi came over and saw that the captain Qin was also there. She couldn't help but shrink her neck slightly, feeling a little timid, and could only quickly move her eyes away -

Then she saw the plate of golden crispy roast duck in Qin Wuque's hand, which had a calorie content that was almost doubled.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

"This...Brother Qin, isn't this a bit too greasy?"

She looked at the fruit salad on her plate, and the sense of disappointment suddenly came to her.

"No way~"

Qin Wuque acted nonchalant.

“I can’t gain weight.”

"Excessive!"

Miss Sonoko said indignantly.

"You know, I weighed myself a couple of days ago and found that I seem to have gained a whole pound! I want to lose weight!"

"emmmm..."

Doghead silently watched the girl put her hands on her waist and touched it here and there to confirm. He couldn't help but start to wonder if girls nowadays are so sensitive about their weight that they don't even take into account the variables of the food they eat and the excrement in their body.

Deng!

Without any warning, suddenly, the lights in the entire banquet hall went out.

The only beam of light in the entire venue shone on the stage. The banquet host, holding a microphone, stood on the stage, bathed in the light, which also illuminated the crimson curtain behind him.

The host smiled and slightly built up his emotions.

The next second, a standard baritone voice filled the entire venue.

"Mr. Kisaragi Minemizu is a master of Chinese painting. He has spent decades depicting the scenery of Mount Fuji from all angles. Today, to celebrate the opening of the Tokiwa Group's twin towers, Mr. Kisaragi Minemizu has specially painted a new picture of Mount Fuji. Please enjoy it!"

Huh? Ruyuefengshui? Who is Ruyuefengshui?

Qin Wuque looked bewildered, and the crimson curtain behind the host on the stage had already been pulled open to both sides——

The true face of the magnificent and beautiful Mount Fuji paintings that followed was revealed.

And, Mio Tokiwa, who seemed to be hung up by something around her neck, was struggling madly and in pain in mid-air.

Qin Wuque spat out a mouthful of roast duck on the spot.

What the hell!

Chapter 429 No one is allowed to move!

The picture is so beautiful.

Qin Wuque didn't dare to look at it.

Especially at this moment, all eyes in the entire venue were focused on the stage.

The bright spotlights descended from the top of the stage, illuminating the magnificent painting of Mount Fuji, while also illuminating Mio Tokiwa who was hanging in the air and struggling frantically.

The female president of the Tokiwa Group, who was wearing a slim long dress, was hanging in the air, scratching her neck in pain. Her originally intellectual and beautiful face was flushed red due to lack of oxygen and blood clots. Her feet wrapped in crystal high heels under the long dress were kicking desperately in the air.

Behind her and above her head, a very thin silver piano wire was flashing coldly under the light.

If an ordinary person had a piano wire strangled his neck, he would probably be pulled by his own weight until his neck was completely cut off by the sharp piano wire.

But Tokiwa Mio was different. She was wearing a pearl necklace around her neck. The piano wire seemed to be just connected to the necklace to hang her up. The round pearls arranged on the necklace greatly reduced the pressure on the neck skin per unit area.

But what is this, performance art?

Qin Wuque complained in his mind with his mouth wide open, biting half a roast duck leg.

The scene was so shocking that the entire banquet fell into silence for two or three seconds.

After the dead silence, a sudden burst of screams almost blew the roof of the Tokiwa Building off of its roof.

"Chairman Tokiwa!"

"Why is the chairman there?!"

"Put the chairman down!"

"Help! Quick!"

Voices calling for help came one after another. The host standing on the stage did not react at first. But when he looked back, his face suddenly changed and he hurriedly waved to the staff behind the curtain at the right end of the stage.

"Quick! Put the chairman down!"

"Oh, oh okay!"

The staff finally reacted and frantically tried to operate the stage console.

But apparently someone has adopted a faster and more convenient way.

call out--

In the blink of an eye, a slight sound of breaking air was heard in the venue, and a shattered porcelain-white fragment cut through the air, crossing a distance of thirty or forty meters from the back of the venue at a speed comparable to a pistol bullet, and accurately hit the picture of Mount Fuji hanging above the stage, and incidentally cut off the fatal piano wire.

Boom!

Without the support of the piano strings, Mio Tokiwa fell to the ground.

She was wearing high heels, and it was impossible for her to land steadily like a cat after falling from such a height. Her legs went weak and she fell to the ground immediately.

But she had no time to care about the pain from the fall. She collapsed to the ground, holding her neck, gasping and coughing, almost coughing out her lungs. The blood suddenly flowed on her red face, and the bulging blue veins also subsided little by little.

Qin Wuque had already appeared on the stage, holding a white ceramic plate full of roast duck but with a small piece missing for unknown reason.

Because the piece of porcelain plate that just cut the piano wire was broken off from the plate he had in hand.

There is no other way. I don’t have the right tools at hand, so I have to keep things simple.

He couldn't just take out a pistol from Captain Qin and shoot him in public, right?

Not to mention that at a banquet like this, Captain Qin would definitely not carry a gun on him in the normal way, even if he knew where Captain Qin would hide the gun, he could not do so.

It's hidden under the southern hemisphere... (whispering)

Well, in short, it doesn’t matter where the gun comes from, the important thing is not to shoot in public!

It's time to wake up.

"Everyone stand still and don't move. I'll blow anyone's head off if they dare to move!"

As soon as Qin Wuque stepped onto the stage, he skillfully used a crowd control trick.

I saw this bastard waving a eaten duck leg bone in his hand, pointing it at everyone on the stage as a warning.

It was as if it was not a shiny duck leg bone, but the machete in Huaqiang's hand.

Actually, to be honest, there is nothing wrong with the first half of his sentence. At a crime scene of an attempted murder like this, any policeman would ask everyone to stand still after rescuing the victim. This is very reasonable.

But the second half of the sentence sounds like robbing a bank...

"You, who are you?" The host was stunned.

Qin Wuque raised a finger.

"First, I'm not calling you 'you'."

He used two fingers to push away the host who was blocking half of the road.

"Second, the judgment was absolutely fair and beautiful."

Qin Wuque walked past the host and came to Tokiwa Mio, who was still lying on the ground gasping for breath in fear. He squatted down and raised his third finger.

"Third, on the stab at grandpa's name, come and tell me what just happened."

"I……"

Tokiwa Mio hadn't fully recovered yet and continued to breathe heavily, her voice was severely hoarse and she couldn't speak.

At this time, Secretary Sawaguchi, who had previously led Qin Wuque and others, rushed out hurriedly from behind the stage. Seeing that his chairman was still breathing, he was immediately relieved.

"Chairman, are you okay? I'll go get you a glass of water!"

Having said that, he hurried off the stage again.

After a while, after drinking the water brought by the secretary, Tokiwa Mio's complexion finally improved a little. Although her voice was still hoarse, she could at least speak.

"I... I don't know. Just now the stage was completely dark, and then I was strangled and hung up..."

"By the way, I remember my necklace fell off," she added.

"necklace?"

Qin Wuque glanced at Tokiwa Mio's neck, nodded, and pointed with the duck leg bone in his hand.

"Isn't your necklace around your own neck?"

"this is--"

After experiencing extreme hypoxia, Mio Tokiwa's brain was still a little unclear. She thought hard for a while before speaking.

"My necklace did fall off, and it was Teacher Kisaragi Minemizu who helped me fix it..."

"Who is Ruyue Fengshui?" Qin Wuque looked up and around.

His eyes fell on the person closest to Tokiwa Mio.

He is a slightly tall man with a middle-parted hair and looks like a technical person.

Qin Wuque remembered that the other party was standing on the left side of Tokiwa Mio when the curtain opened.

"It's not me. My name is Kazama Hidehiko, and I'm the designer of this building." The man waved his hands quickly, "Teacher Kisaragi is... Hey, where is Teacher Kisaragi? Where are you going, Teacher Kisaragi?"

Fengjian Yingyan stretched his neck and spoke loudly behind Qin Wuque.

Qin Wuque turned his head and looked in the direction he was looking.

I saw a skinny old man in a black kimono, leaning on a cane and walking stealthily towards the stage. When he heard the shouting behind him, he not only did not stop, but walked even faster.

"Old man, you still want to run away?"

Qin Wuque's temper flared up all of a sudden.

He picked up the duck bone that he had gnawed clean in his hand and threw it with great force.

The distance of just a few meters passed in a flash, and with a thud, the flying duck bone left an exceptionally shiny mark on the originally hairless and shiny forehead of a certain Chinese painting master.

The old man fell to the ground.