Chapter 310 (2/2)

Jun porcelain words micro Dun, and then, word by word said: ”what are you?”

She said this, and the knife was hurled from her hand.

”Bang!”

The blade of the knife flew over he Jiankang's head and inserted directly into the chair behind him.

At that moment, he Jiankang stood on his head. He didn't expect that Junci would start with his hands. His feet trembled with fear and backed back. Just as he was about to scream, Jun porcelain had already whipped the tablecloth on the table like lightning.

Fortunately, there is nothing on it now. The only Candlestick that falls on the carpet floor because the tablecloth is pulled away makes a dull noise, which can not attract the attention of the people outside the door.

Besides, the club is soundproof.

Jun porcelain took out the tablecloth and covered his mouth across his palm.

She wanted to keep her clean hands from touching this greasy, ugly face.

”What are you, he Jiankang? How dare you negotiate with me? ”

The palm of his hand, which looks slender, has a huge explosive force. It covers he Jiankang's mouth and presses his whole head, so that he can only show his eyes. Because he can't breathe, his face becomes more and more red when he struggles subconsciously. One hand can only struggle unconsciously.

”Since you said that all the people who negotiated the terms with you were dead, do you know what will happen to those who negotiated with me?”

He could only see the cold, thin and murderous low alcohol sound, which seemed to infiltrate his bones, which brought a feeling of bone pain to all his limbs.

He Jiankang felt for the first time what is the real death threat.

He had no idea why the teenager would directly attack him.

He was just trying to draw people to threaten him, but he never thought that it would threaten his life.

His nose was completely unable to breathe. Because of suffocation, he Jiankang's face was now covered with a layer of bluish gray, which was white and greasy. At the moment when he Jiankang was about to lose his intuition, a trace of irony flashed in Jun porcelain's eyes, and then he let him go.