The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Everyone in Litangyuan hid in the dark and held their breath, as if there would be no tomorrow if there was a slight mistake, both eyes were fixed on the long-haired man standing in the middle of the lobby.

Shen Moyan's voice had not yet recovered, and he spoke in a thick hoarse voice. He raised his head and looked at the several strong men who surrounded him heavily, his complexion was so pale that no color could be seen.

"What's the matter, Boss Shen, have you thought it over yet?" The middle-aged man sitting in the VIP seat has a big belly and a slightly greasy hair. With his eyes, he stripped off his clothes one by one, and his words were very explicit.

"Take off your clothes obediently. Master, I have to appreciate your flamboyant skin today. Let's see if the one that Young Master Xue has played with is really different, hahahahahaha."

"Tang Sanbai, don't bully people too much." Shen Moyan clenched his fists, and even his sharp nails sank into his flesh. His whole body was trembling with anger, and he pointed at the man and scolded: "The sky is bright, the sky has eyes, you In this way, you will not be afraid of being struck by lightning and getting retribution!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," the middle-aged man plucked his ears out of boredom, and waved to his subordinates. Those big men immediately nodded in understanding, picked up their sticks, walked to the rows of tables and chairs, and held them up without saying a word. The stick was smashed, and the other two big men went to grab Lao Qi who was hiding in the corner, and kicked the ground hard to make a gesture to drop the stick on him.

"Stop! Everyone stop!" Shen Moyan was really in a hurry, and ran to block the two strong men from hurting Lao Qi, but another strong man with quick eyesight and quick hands had already stood behind him in advance, holding him tightly.

"Hit me, hit harder, until Boss Shen is willing to let go." Tang Sanbai smiled, as if he wasn't angry at all, and sat on the chair shaking his head and gave the order.

Lao Qi had always been timid and thin. The big man swung his stick and killed him. He only heard the child say "ah", and the blood on his back stained his clothes.

"Don't hit, don't hit!" Everyone in Litangyuan had just experienced the boss being beaten to death. How could they bear seeing the seventh being tortured to death again? He caused trouble, but at this time he also stood up and shouted.

"Please don't fight! Don't fight!" He rushed over and hugged Lao Qi, gnashing his teeth and begging Tang Sanbai: "Master Tang, I kowtow to you, please let us go! Please!"

"Boss Shen, what do you think?" Tang Sanbai turned around to look at Shen Moyan with some embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Your subordinates begged me so much, how can Tang Mou bear it?"

"Bah! Beast!" Shen Moyan's eyes were scarlet, and he shouted at the sixth child: "Take the seventh child away quickly! Take it to the backyard! You all get out! Don't care about your business!"

Lao Liu nodded numbly, and stretched out his hand to drag Lao Qi into the inner room, but as soon as he moved, the strong man raised the stick and dropped it on his left face. Before Lao Liu could react, he was directly lifted to the ground, mouth Li spit out blood with a "poof".

"Old Six!" Shen Moyan wanted to rush over to check, but his hands and feet were bound by the strong man, and he couldn't move at all. He shouted to Tang Sanbai in horror: "Why are you coming at me! Why hurt them! Why did you hurt them!"

"I just don't want to hurt Boss Shen." The middle-aged man smiled lewdly and said, "Who told me that Master has a heart of pity for flowers and jade?"

"Old eight..." Old six was still bleeding from his mouth, his cheeks were black and blue, and he was still slurring his words. He struggled to sit up from the ground. Tang Sanbai looked at him instead, looking straight at him with unclear emotions in his eyes.

"You sing..."

"What?" Shen Moyan thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and subconsciously said: "Lao Liu, what are you talking about?"

"I said..." Lao Liu seldom interacts with him on weekdays, but his expressionless face is now full of grief...and hatred...should not have happened to him hate...

"You sing...go to the stage and sing a fan opera..."

"Old Six...why...why..." Shen Moyan shook his head in disbelief, and subconsciously went to look at the group of people hiding behind the curtain, as if he wanted to gain a sense of approval, but Everywhere they looked was closing him.

"Why are you hiding from me? Sixth? Why do you say that?" He asked inexplicably, forgetting that they were in deep chaos at this moment, and only felt that this scene was too ridiculous.

"Because you are a villain!"

When Lao Liu, who was injured in his articulation, said this sentence, he didn't pause or hesitate at all, as if he had already planned it in his heart all these years ago, so he said it very smoothly and clearly at this moment.

Shen Moyan forgot to open his mouth to speak, and looked at Lao Liu who was still lying on the ground, his face was indifferent and full of disgust, as if he was just stating a fact.

"You are an evil spirit! Master was driven out of the city by you, and the boss was also killed by you, and now we are also caused by you to be inhuman and ghost! Now you want to kill us all to be willing?! "

"What do you think you are! But you have only slept with the young master of the Xue family a few times! You really think of yourself as a golden phoenix flying up to the branches! You are just like us! You are a dirty actor! Here It’s only when the place is struggling to survive! Litangyuan has today! Which one is not your fault!”

"You have to have a conscience! Take off your clothes and go up to sing! Is this the first time a chaste woman sells her flesh! Do you think you are not a male whore if you sleep with Xue Shaoqing!"

"No! No!" He subconsciously wanted to refute, struggled with his hands and feet, his eyes widened in fear, and kept shaking his head: "It's not what you said! It's not at all!"

"That's what I said!" Lao Liu staggered up from the ground, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Xue Shaoqing will beat you to death if you don't! Do you know why!"

"No, don't say it, please don't say it anymore!" Shen Moyan wanted to step back and cover his ears, but he couldn't even see who was shouting in front of him.

"It's because you're cheap! You're a good-for-nothing Mr. Rabbit! You thought you set up a chastity archway!"

"Please don't say any more!!" He sternly roared to interrupt Lao Liu's chattering abuse. Shen Moyan raised his head to look at the brothers and servants behind the curtain who were always making noise. Heitong, who seemed about to shed tears, smiled instead.

"You're right." He raised the corners of his mouth and nodded, and in the next second he was already facing Tang Sanbai who was watching the show, his voice was neither humble nor haughty but neither sad nor happy.

He said: "Master Tang, let them all go, Mo Yan will sing for you now."