After the criminals completely ran away, the talents in the hotel lobby reacted that there was still a problem to be solved.

Onlookers immediately called the police, but no one called the emergency center because the young man was dead and the dead man could be directly handed over to the judicial organ.

"What's going on! What's going on? Which grandson is making trouble in my shop? What do you mean?!"

Just as there was a lot of discussion below, a middle-aged man with a pair of King Kong on his wrist, a Xingyue Bodhi hanging around his neck, a heavenly bead in his hand, and a Jingqiang mouth with a frown on his brow asked.

"Eighth master! Eighth master, you're here. Something's wrong!"

The guy looked happy when he saw the exaggerated shape, like a guy selling hand strings. It seemed that he saw his relatives and hurried forward.

"Something big has happened, eighth master. Someone has turned his back!"

"What?!"

The middle-aged man, known as the eighth master, was still very drag and crazy. However, he was shocked to hear that someone was dead. He quickly reached out to pick up the people in the way and stood in front of the tea table.

Seeing the young man's pale and bloodless body, the eighth master only felt that he almost didn't come up and stuck himself.

"Damn it! It's noon! Play this... Set for me at noon!"

The eight masters, who had slowed down his anger, pointed to the young man's body and said angrily.

"You little girls, let the dead ghost fall like this in my shop? Ah? Throw it out to me quickly! How do you teach you? You've been floating with my spitting stars!"

The eighth master raised his hand and wanted to smoke his man, but he stopped when he saw the heavenly beads in his hand. He was not hurt, but afraid of spoiling the beads.

"Eighth master... This, this is not good!"

The man is a kind-hearted man. He doesn't want to do those immoral things. He turns to advise.

"Sun thief! What you say is still what I say. Throw it out! If you like, put it in your wife's quilt!"

The eighth master's eyes were so horizontal that he said angrily.

The middle-aged man's words were very ugly. Yemo shook his head when he heard them.

Even if people hurried to return to the West and fell a foot in your shop, but it was not intentional. The deceased was large. It was normal to pursue and escape compensation in the later stage, but it was a little too bad to throw out the body at this time!

Ye Mo took a sip of tea, turned his head and looked at the young man. Then he was stunned. He directly raised his hand and buckled the tea cup on the wooden railing on the second floor. Then he jumped with one hand on the railing and jumped directly down!

The foreman manager on the ground was so threatened by the eighth master that he reluctantly went to the tea table and was ready to reach out to carry the young man's body and take it out.

As a result, before his hand touched the ankle of the young man's body, a dark figure in the sky directly fell down and just stood in front of the foreman!

The foreman was originally taboo to touch the body. When he was tangled and nervous, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him in this way, which almost scared him away!

"You can't touch this man!"

It was Ye Mo who fell from the sky. After landing, ye Mo glanced at the eighth master and several other waiters and said.

This way of appearing in the film stunned the eighth master and several waiters for a long time before they reacted.

"Your uncle! Do you think you are Huang Feihong or Chen long? Play for me and fall from the sky?"

The eighth master was also frightened and trembled. When he calmed down, he was even more angry. He pointed to Ye Mo's nose and scolded.

"Who the fuck are you? Dare you meddle in my business?"

"He's not dead. If you throw him out, you kill him, or you're covering for the perpetrator."

Ye Mo's state has not completely recovered. Although his face is not pale, he is also sick and looks listless.

After saying this, the eighth master was startled, but at the sight of Ye Mo's empty appearance, the eighth master immediately became angry and said angrily.

"How dare you order me? He's not dead? Even if he's not dead, if you're still wandering here, you'll be dead!"

The eighth master was not in a good mood at first. He just came to his store to check the accounts and train people to relieve his mood, but who knows that he was in such a bad mood for a moment.

At this time, an inexplicable man flew down from the second floor and warned him like a provocation. At this time, the accumulated anger in his heart broke out completely. He raised his palm and greeted Ye Mo fiercely in his face, regardless of what polluted the Tianzhu.

Facing this slap with strong wind, ye Mo pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint mocking smile.

There was no fight back, no hard resistance.

Yemo took a step back in the direction of the other party's slap.

It doesn't matter if you step back. The eighth master used his best slap and immediately failed because of his huge inertia. In addition, he was "overworked" at night. The old waist was overwhelmed and couldn't stand this torque. He fell to the ground and the heavenly beads on his hands flew out. I didn't know where he flew, and the old stars and moon on his neck burst open, The beads were scattered, ticking and rolling everywhere.

"Oh, Hello! My beads!!!"

These two strings of beads were bought at a high price. One string flew and one string was discarded. The eight masters who fell to the ground were very distressed, howled and beat their chest and feet!

"Grandson tortoise! What are you waiting for? The boss has been beaten. Are you still counting on salary?! give it to me! Kill him!"

The eighth master lay on the ground and didn't know whether he broke his leg or broke his heart. He raised his hand and pointed to Ye Mo, scolding his servant.

"I advise you not to act rashly."

Ye Mo pulls out three silver needles from his cuffs, raises his hand, throws one to the neck of the young man's body, throws the other to the heart, and stabs the last needle in his forearm.

The foreman shouted on the walkie talkie. Within a minute, the position of the back door was in Wuyang, and more than a dozen security guards with big arms and round waist poured in.

The foreman is afraid of the dead, but the living are not so terrible. In order to alleviate the bad impression just accumulated at the boss, the foreman directly ignores Ye Mo's warning and points to Ye Mo with a big hand.

"Come together and beat him up until I can't take care of myself!"

……

"Oh, my God, there was a fight!"

"Go! Go! These security guards are not easy to mess with!"

"Pull, pull, pull!"

The diners and spectators on the earth suddenly scattered into a group.