"Heh, you said it yourself, I, He Laoliu, never said such a thing," He Laoliu spread his hands innocently.
I flicked the ash, looked at He Laoliu, and wanted to imitate his smirking, worldly demeanor, but my acting skills weren't great, and I couldn't pull it off. I could only grin foolishly, "How about I propose a 'fourth option'?"
"Oh? What else do you have in mind?" He Laoliu asked.
"That is, I'll take the goods, and I'll take the money. As for you, out of respect for Teacher Xie, I won't make things difficult for you. We'll still be friends. Consider these two million as my greeting gift. What do you say?"
He Laoliu immediately slammed the table, "You little brat! You think you can get away with this? Xiao Song, teach him a lesson!"
Before he finished speaking, I heard my bodyguard behind me exclaim, "Ah!" I thought he was gathering momentum to attack me, so I instinctively flinched, raising my hands, ready to block his palm strike from above.
But after a second, he was still "Ah"-ing, and the "Ah ah ah" sounds were getting further away. I lowered my hands, turned around, and saw a furry little creature wrapped around the bodyguard's neck. A small head was viciously biting his face. The bodyguard was clawing at his face, but the creature's fur was too slippery, and he couldn't get a grip on it!
Within seconds, the bodyguard, unbeknownst to what vital point he had been bitten, suddenly stopped yelling. His hands ceased moving, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. The sable climbed off him, flew back to Yaoyao's shoulder, and transformed back into a scarf, coiling around her neck.
I looked at He Laoliu. He was already dumbfounded, his face deathly pale, and he rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Wh-what is that! Xiao Song! Get up, you damn..."
Bodyguard Xiao Song's leg twitched, but he didn't respond. On the light-colored floor beneath his neck, a pool of deep red liquid was spreading outwards.
The two men downstairs, hearing the commotion, rushed up. Boss He, fearing attack from Yaoyao's scarf, quickly hid behind a chair, and at the same time, ordered the two bodyguards, "Damn it! Kill these two brats!"
The two bodyguards glanced at Xiao Song on the ground but showed no fear. Without a word, they split up and charged at Yaoyao and me.
I'm no fighter, and I was afraid of getting splashed with blood. I copied Boss He's move and hid behind a chair. Yaoyao remained seated on the sofa, not even looking up. She simply picked up a small teacup from the tea table and, with a snap, broke it in half with one hand, casually flinging the pieces at the two bodyguards.
They moved too fast. I couldn't even see where the "hidden weapons" hit, and for a moment, I even doubted if they had landed.
Because the two bodyguards were still in their charging posture. But soon, I saw it clearly: half of a teacup was embedded in the center of each bodyguard's forehead. The two men charged to the tea table and, without a sound, collapsed to the ground.
It seems like what's shown in TV dramas is all lies. If it were like the director arranged, shouldn't they have been sent flying backward after being hit by projectiles? The reality was the opposite. Thinking about it, it makes sense; it's more in line with the laws of physics. The weight of two adult men, combined with their momentum, definitely couldn't be stopped by half a teacup.
Believe in science!
With all three bodyguards dealt with, He Laoliu immediately lost his spirit. He plopped down on his knees, clasping his hands together, and begged me, "Boss Wu, forgive my shortsightedness. We've offended you without knowing who you are. So you're also people of the martial world. I know I was wrong. I hope Boss Wu, with your great magnanimity, will overlook my transgressions and spare me!"
"The goods, do you still want them?" I took out the hairpin from my pocket and waved it at He Laoliu.
His eyes clearly lit up, but he quickly understood his situation and frantically waved his hands, "No, no, no. Take the two million as well. Consider it a favor to He, a way to make friends."
"Friends? You think you're worthy?" Yaoyao said coldly.
"Not worthy! Not worthy! I am a lowly person, and you two are noble gentlemen! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spare me!" Hearing Yaoyao speak, He Laoliu was like a startled bird, kowtowing like he was pounding garlic.
"Then I'll gladly accept," I said, picking up the two suitcases. Damn, two million was heavy, like carrying two large barrels of mineral water.
"You two have a good journey! A good journey!" He Laoliu stammered.