mad dog

How does it feel to lead an artist who doesn't play cards according to common sense?

It's like taking the money from selling cabbage and thinking of selling white powder.Not only does she have to be a manager and an assistant, she also has to play roles such as paparazzi, whistleblower and even thug from time to time.

But quite exciting.

In the dead of night, there was no one on the whole small street, only the unbroken street lamps gave off a faint light. Mencius walked and kicked the stones on the ground a little irritably. At this time, he heard light footsteps behind him. Before I could turn around, I felt my eyes go dark, as if I was trapped by something, and I was about to struggle and shout, but I felt a numbness in the side of my neck, and I couldn't use any strength in my body, let alone shout loudly.

He felt like a broken sack, being dragged for a while, the surroundings were getting darker and darker, and he couldn't feel any light through the plastic bag over his head.He only felt a chill from his heels to the top of his head, and the cold sweat came out all at once, and he didn't feel his teeth chattering: "Okay... good man..."

"Who wants your life?" A deep voice sounded like the villain boss in the movie, "As long as you obediently let me teach the apprentice, I will let you go later. If you dare to shout or call the police, then I promise You can't see the sun tomorrow."

"One... definitely." What the hell?

He felt that the plastic bag he was wearing was lifted a little bit, and a knot was tied on his chin, and then the voice said: "See? The position I'm pinching now is a numb neck, just hold this position, it can make people lose the ability to resist, and a heavier hand will cause fainting. A little further forward is the Adam's apple and trachea..." He felt a gloved hand slowly slipping over his neck, Finally, it stopped at the Adam's apple and exerted a little force: "As long as you use a little force, you will be unable to breathe, but be careful, if your hands are heavy, it may directly kill you. Just like this..."

The man spoke in a gloomy voice, every word was cold and slow, and Mencius felt his hand resting on his throat, and his hair shuddered.

"However, don't hit this position lightly, it is easy to kill people." The man moved his hand away from his neck and tapped on his front shoulder. "This is the Jianjing point, which can make people lose the ability to move their arms. This will not Take your life, come and try."

Meng Zicheng felt a pain in his shoulder, so he endured it and said nothing.

"It's not in the right place," said the man. "Half an inch down, yes."

Meng Zicheng felt a pain in his shoulder, and half of his arm was numb, so he couldn't help but groan.

"The strength is too small," the man said, "breathe in and concentrate all your strength on that point. When it comes time to fight face to face, you only have one chance. Come again."

Meng Zicheng felt a pain in his shoulder, and the whole arm didn't look like his in an instant, so he couldn't help but screamed.

"Don't yell," the man tightened his grip on his neck, "If you yell again, I'll kill you."

Mencius didn't dare to call out for a moment.

The man's hand tapped somewhere on his ribs: "This is the Zhangmen point. It can regulate the functions of the five internal organs. Hitting here will not hurt people and is good for the body, but it is very painful. If you can't reach Jianjing for a while , you can call here. Come and try."

Mencius felt as if his ribs had been split open by an axe, and he curled up in pain.

"Again, the position is off by one point."

"Again, the strength is not enough."

come again and come again...

Mencius's mind was full of "come again, come again", he felt that he had never been in such pain in his life, the pain was so painful that he doubted his life, the pain was so painful that he couldn't think, and then his ears were buzzing, he felt like a broken bird. The sack was kicked and poked, and the most painful places were beaten all over his body, until he felt his crotch was lightly kicked: "If the person opposite is a man If it is inconvenient to hit other places, then kick it here, kick it hard, kick his balls, and ensure that he will completely lose the ability to resist within ten minutes."

Mencius was so frightened that he was out of his wits: "No...don't!"

"No?" The person who heard the voice seemed a little embarrassed, "If you don't try it, what if you don't know how to kick it when you really do it?"

Mencius Cheng and Wei Yu: "..."

Wei Yu was in that state of dumbfounding all night, watching Ye Feilan suppress her voice like a bloodthirsty demon king of the dark department, solemnly using Mencius as a meat target, and liven up the beating she imagined on the spot It turned into a women's self-defense teaching.

Deeply practice what it means to poke where it hurts, and how to beat someone to death without hurting your body.

"Otherwise..." She watched Ye Feilan hesitate for a long time, prolonging the suspense infinitely, and then sighed, and said regretfully, "That's fine. If anything happens, the medicine we took Fees may not be enough."

Wei Yu: "..."

Mencius finally breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat covered his back and face.

"Go to his pocket and see if there is anything to prove his identity," Ye Feilan said, "We can't use someone all night and we don't know who the teaching props are."

The corners of Wei Yu's mouth kept trembling. With gloved hands, he took out a mobile phone and a wallet from Mencius Cheng's pocket, opened the wallet, looked through it, took out a business card from it, and handed it to Ye Feilan.

Ye Feilan glanced at it pretendingly: "Superstar Entertainment...Meng Zicheng?" There was a trace of unaffected surprise in his voice: "The star who is very popular now?"

"That's easy to handle. I'm still worried that if he doesn't know who he is and calls the police, where should we find someone to settle the score. I don't worry about celebrities. You can find them with a random search on Weibo. If he dares to call the police , we just need to take a knife and scratch his face."

The old god Ye Feilan was still saying this, and slashed Mencius Cheng on the back of the neck with a hand knife, knocking him unconscious, then took out a stack of ghost coins picked up from the garbage dump from his pocket, and stuffed it into Mencius's mouth. Cheng Cheng's wallet, then put the mobile phone and wallet back into his pocket, and finally took the garbage bag off his head: "Let's go."

They went out from the alley, found a secluded place, burned the garbage bags, gloves, masks, and hats, threw them into the gutter, and went back through the back door of the hotel.

"I feel pain all over my body," Wei Yu stuck out her tongue, "Miss Ye, have you learned Kung Fu before?"

"No," Ye Feilan smiled sideways, with a youthful spirit she had never seen between her brows, and a little bit of hostility and publicity in her eyes, "The experience of fighting in the past, I was blind on the crew in the afternoon. Googled it, and those nouns are all bluffing.”

"..." Wei Yu couldn't imagine what it would be like for Ye Feilan to fight with people like a young and Dangerous boy, but thinking of his agility in beating people at Boss Huang's house last time, it seemed... conceivable, "How did you think?" Want to teach me self-defense?"

Ye Feilan sighed, and gave a wry smile: "I always feel that I have offended too many people in the past six months, and maybe someone will do something behind my back at any time. It's not safe to be my manager. I hired a bodyguard for you, but People won’t arrive until two days later. Be careful these few days. If something happens, run away if you can. Don’t fight hard. If you can’t escape, remember what I just taught you. Use as much force as you want, if the opponent loses the ability to resist, run to a crowded place, call for help and call the police."

"Understood," Wei Yu's mouth twitched, she always felt that what she was following was not a glamorous entertainer, but a hidden gang boss, "Do you think he will call the police?"

"I don't think he dares, but it doesn't matter even if he reports it, he has no evidence," Ye Feilan said, "Besides, I'm giving him a massage. Have you ever been to a massage parlor? It's full of screams. I haven’t seen any masseuses being arrested.”

"..."

This statement is really fresh and refined, Wei Yu was silent for a long time, speechless.

She had a dream of beating people all night. In the dream, she became a superwoman, who could knock people out of the ground with one punch, sweeping away thousands of troops and invincible.

Ye Feilan had guessed well, the next day Wei Yu received a call from Meng Zicheng's manager, Lu Yi, asking her to have dinner with Ye Feilan, saying that they had something to discuss.

At eleven o'clock that night, Ye Feilan and Wei Yu went to a private room on the second floor of a hotel not far from the studio. When they arrived, Lu Yi had already ordered food and was waiting for them in the private room.

Ye Feilan smiled and nodded to him: "I'm sorry, I'm just going to play."

"It's okay," Lu Yi also smiled happily, "I just arrived too."

While speaking, Lu Yi gave instructions to the waiter. Not long after, all kinds of dishes and drinks were brought up at a glance. After the dishes were served, the waiter thoughtfully closed the door of the box, and Lu Yi poured two glasses of white: "I'll do it first." For your respect, you can do whatever you want."

"Okay."

Ye Feilan said it was casual, but it was really casual, and after touching it, she put her lips on the rim of the glass without touching a drop of wine: "I have a show tomorrow, so just talk about it if you have anything to say." Wei Yu, on the other hand, accompanied Lu Yi. Had a glass.

"Yesterday Zicheng was beaten up on the way back to the hotel," Lu Yi looked into his eyes, "Did you do it?"

"Been beaten?" Ye Feilan paused for a moment with his chopsticks in his hand, and was so stunned that it was just right. Then there was a trace of schadenfreude in his eyes, but he asked with hypocritical concern, "Are you all right?"

"Fortunately, there is no serious problem," Lu Yi stared at him, thinking that Tang Shanhai is an actor who has praised his acting skills, and he couldn't see the slightest clue, "What happened yesterday was indeed Zicheng's fault... ..." Lu Yi poured another glass of wine: "I'm here to apologize to you for him." He took a sip of the liquor and sighed: "You probably have heard that Zicheng is our Boss Meng. Nephew, all these years we can only pamper and hold on. If something goes wrong, hurry up and deal with the aftermath. Tired. But what can I do? I signed a ten-year management contract with Chaoxing Entertainment, and I can’t leave. Speaking of it... To be honest, I have long wanted to find someone to beat him up. If he can develop a memory and stop and stop, we can rest easy. Speaking of which, I have to thank you..."

This is by playing the bitterness card and digging a hole for him to jump.

"Don't..." Ye Feilan interrupted him with a smile, "This matter has nothing to do with me. To be honest, I really wanted to beat him up yesterday, but I'm not stupid. At this juncture , anyone could have guessed that I did it. I'm not that stupid. But this guy who hit people is a formidable man, killing two birds with one stone."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and opened Lu Yi's cell phone that was on the table, and smiled and turned on the screen of the mobile phone that was constantly beating numbers: "Is this the sincerity of Mr. Lu's apology?"