C20 Singing well

Humans were all scum, so it was impossible for them to speak properly. They would only know how to cry if they saw the coffin.

This was the case for Xian Kun, it was hard to imagine a sixty year old little old man sitting on the ground, with tears flowing down his cheeks. But people in the nightclub were lucky to see it today.

"Old thing, can we talk properly?" Li Ren felt a headache. What could he do in the face of such a wretched little old man. If it were not for the fact that he had to do business with him, he would have long ago slashed his sword down to cleanse this world.

Hearing Li Ren's words, Xian Kun shrunk his body and stuck close to the wall with a face full of fear.

"Big brother, what do we do now?" Zhou Jian approached and asked.

Li Ren sighed, who would have thought that in such a situation, the title of Rat King was not given for nothing. The king of the rats was truly worthy of his title.

"Go find paper and a pen." Seeing that Xian Kun was incapable of communicating, Li Ren had no choice but to come up with this plan.

Zhou Jian was deep in thought, and immediately went to borrow a pen and paper.

Li Ren and the other two were either holding long sword s or short blades, and Niu Sanguang quickly borrowed the paper and pen.

Taking the pen and paper, he spread them on the table and began writing. Since Xian Kun could not speak properly, he could only press his hand on the handprint.

He was carefully writing down the terms, completely immune to the gazes on the field. It was quickly completed, and contained a series of details of the collaboration. As for whether Xian Kun would comply with these terms, it was not within Li Ren's consideration.

"Go, give that old bastard some blood," Li Ren said to Niu Sanguang and the other two as he picked up the terms that he had just written.

could not let others bleed, if he was careless and did not control his strength well, with the sharpness of the long sword, he could directly cut off Xian Kun's fingers.

Zhou Jian understood and walked forward to grab Xian Kun's hand. Seeing Zhou Jian walk towards him, Xian Kun shuddered yet again as the turbid liquid started to flow again.

Zhou Jian was not a good person either, the sharp blade cut Xian Kun's thumb with a chi la sound, and fresh blood started gushing out.

Upon seeing his own blood, Xian Kun's eyes rolled over, his legs kicked, and he fainted.

This scene was rather comical. Many people in the nightclub couldn't hold back their laughter, even though the blood in the stadium hadn't cooled down yet. They had not come here for nothing today, as this matter could be discussed later.

Looking at the bloody fingerprint on the paper, Li Ren nodded his head and kept the long sword back into the sword sheath.

He picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip, walking up to the female lead singer with a slight smile. "Miss Sheng sings very well, and she's also very beautiful. Can you sing a song for me when you have time?"

Sheng Xiang did not speak, but she was not afraid. She looked at Li Ren in curiosity.

Li Ren didn't wait for her reply and directly walked towards the main door. The three lackeys stared at their boss's back in shock. They didn't expect the cold Li Ren to have such a side to him.

Just as Li Ren was about to step out of the door, an ethereal voice came from behind.

"Alright!"

Sheng Xiang spat out one word, a slight blush appearing on his snow-white skin.

Li Ren did not turn back. He was just excited a moment ago, he was no longer in a good mood.

Zhou Jian and the other two quickly ran up and followed behind Li Ren.

"Young man, you've caused trouble on my territory, isn't it a bit impolite to leave without saying goodbye?"

After the incense was served, someone else spoke up.

The elderly voice was filled with vigor, and carried the tone of someone in a position of power; Li Ren had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

When the old man appeared, the nightclub fell silent.