Chapter 182 Solo

The night is deep and the waves are quiet.

After that, several distinguished guests arrived one after another by helicopter. Although none of them could compare with the aura and pomp of the red-haired girl, they displayed the kind of elegance and arrogance that seemed to have been precipitated by ancient history. His temperament can still crush those bosses worth billions.

In Wan Boqian's blood-bound Luo Yanling's induction, these distinguished guests were all mixed races, and the red dragon's blood was boiling in their bodies.

The failure of the operation is a trivial matter, but if it is handled improperly and triggers a dispute between the mixed races, it will be troublesome!

And looking at Chu Zihang's indifferent look, "What does it have to do with Cassel signing the contract with me and the Weeping Angel?" Even if the organizer has something to do with this group of "orthodox", the knives in the hands of these two people are probably the same. Cut it right!

After more than an hour of sailing, the bosses should have finished chatting with each other no matter how many topics they had. They all sat down in unison, seemingly waiting patiently for the organizer to show up and announce the official start of the banquet.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of the waiter pouring red wine into the glass became clearly audible.

C minor broke the silent silence, and the pianist resumed playing after a short break.

Without the noisy discussion just now, the sound of the piano seems to have become more melodious. Everyone is listening to this song quietly as a pastime while waiting for the main drama to come.

"Sounds a bit like Rach..."

Wan Boqian, who comes from a musical family and is only one step away from being a piano player, can't tell which famous artist this tune comes from, but she can still hear the sadness and melancholy in the D minor played by the major chord. With constant variations in the key of D flat major, the theme of the tune changes from personal sadness to an overall melancholy and solemn one.

Writers use the pen in their hands to tell stories, while pianists use the 88 keys on the piano to compose stories.

Unknowingly, Wan Boqian's eyes were full of tears, as if she was infected by the tune.

In the story written by the piano music, Wan Boqian seems to see unyielding souls behind them, protecting the weak and launching a struggle against the boundless darkness. The blood of the great heroes is like flying ashes scattered among the dark stars. In the tune It is an endless heroic epic, a long journey with no end in sight and destined to perish.

Although other people do not have Wan Boqian's high musical quality, and their experience of music is limited to the level of "it sounds good" and "can listen to it several times", the tunes still infect their emotions, and many bosses have He took out the bright red banknotes from his suit pocket and asked the accompanying female companion or waiter to give them to the pianist playing at the front of the hall.

The red-haired girl Chen Motong also held her face and listened carefully, her clear pupils staring at the pianist's face with some curiosity - she was sitting relatively far forward, and her sight could just touch the hall. The Steinway piano in the front corner, and the pianist who used it to write the story.

"I'm sorry to interrupt everyone's listening. I have to remind you that there are several ships approaching you now..."

Fingel's voice sounded in the headset, but before he could finish his words, he was replaced by harsh electric noise.

Chu Zihang frowned and tapped the headset to turn off the communication: "There is a high-power jammer blocking the signal."

Not only were they affected, but also the mobile phones of many business partners who were reading messages, and the private communication devices of the bodyguards of mixed-race distinguished guests were all interfered by the sudden activation of the high-power jammer.

"Coming?"

Wan Boqian quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, and immediately regained her composure and returned to alert state. The palm under the tablecloth had moved to the position where Smith's revolver was fixed on her thigh, ready to draw her gun and shoot to control the situation at any time.

"Maybe."

"What about S-class? Where is he now?"

Chu Zihang didn't answer her, he closed his eyes calmly and began to pray sincerely before the battle.

"Da da da da..."

The loud roar of the engine added a bit of tranquility to the melody of the piano. Several boats that looked like large fishing boats approached the Bailmos, and the wet and dirty planks rested on the luxury yacht. On the deck, if I didn’t know that I couldn’t reach the Caribbean Sea in more than two hours, otherwise this scene would always be reminiscent of the scene of pirates landing and plundering ships.

"There are a lot of people..."

Wan Boqian whispered that there were many people boarding the yacht from the fishing boat. They were of different heights, but the only thing they had in common was the extreme coldness on their faces, which was like knives.

It looks like a dead man crawling out of the dark sea below, which is quite strange.

The low and slow notes played, adding an ellipsis to the tune, as if representing the unknown fate of those unyielding souls.

However, no one thought about the piano music that had just ended. Most of the people present were fascinated by the people and things that were about to appear next.

"I have kept everyone waiting, now the banquet officially begins."

The soft and charming female voice sounded from the radio speaker again.

The glass door was pushed open, and the men pushed three carts covered with red curtains silently along the red carpet to the podium in the hall. Their expressionless and indifferent faces were staring at the push carts with the entrepreneurs present. Che's greedy and fiery eyes formed a sharp contrast.

"Receiving the invitation letter means that you have qualified status and funds. I will not say any more polite words here. Let us go directly to the theme of the banquet, 'Transforming Blood'."

A white woman walked at the back of the men and appeared. Her dark red slim-fitting dress highlighted her crystal white skin and graceful curves. Her long black hair was neatly combed behind her head, and her beautiful face was like The dazzling red lips formed a seductive arc.

The entrepreneurs were stunned by the beauty of European and American women, and their eyes briefly shifted from the things under the cart to the women.

After transporting the trolley to the podium in the hall, the expressionless men dispersed to stand in various locations in the hall, staring straight ahead with their empty eyes.

"I am the organizer of this banquet. You can call me Gloya." The woman's golden eyes like gems glanced at the people below the hall. "Next, I will introduce to you the 'Transformation of Morality' according to the procedure. Blood's efficacy, and actually demonstrate its authenticity to give you confidence in purchasing..."

The white woman named Gloya failed to say the last word "heart". A sharp blade passed through her beautiful head like lightning, and with a strong impact, she was nailed to the milky white hall. on the bulkhead.

The palm of her hand that wanted to uncover the red cloth on the cart fell down weakly, and the pupils on her charming face lost focus and gradually dilated.

The sudden change did not even allow the people present to react, and when they realized that they had witnessed a "murder" taking place, the women let out standard movie-style screams.

The expressions of the entrepreneurs were also a little uncomfortable. One minute, some of them were daydreaming about the beautiful body curves of the organizer, and the next second they turned into a human being whose head was nailed to the wall and still had residual warmth. corpse.

"Holy shit, oh shit, oh shit...why are people dying as soon as they come up?!"

Shao Yifeng covered his mouth with a look of horror on his face.

He also belongs to the "some people" part, and this beautiful European and American big sister is simply not to his liking... However, he almost vomited out the contents of his stomach just now.

Who did it? Do you want to take advantage of the situation and swallow up all the "blood of transformation" here?

It happened so suddenly that they still didn't know who had thrown the deadly blade.

The group of mixed-races looked equally surprised. Only the red-haired girl Chen Motong, who was surrounded by bodyguards, raised a beautiful eyebrow and stared at the pianist who stood up from the Steinway piano.

Holding a slender silver sword blade in his hand, he slowly stepped onto the podium in the hall.