I use physics to subdue demons

Jiang Kele froze in place for a moment.

This woman named Yu Jing was tall and pretty, with a shawl dotted with feathers around her body.

Mr. Huang said that she was the person in charge of the Gu Group.

"Xiao Jiang."

"Xiaojiang!"

Mr. Huang gave him two looks, but he still didn't move, his face was a little uneasy.But in front of the public, not only could he not have an attack, but he had to quickly make up for it: "We, Xiao Jiang, have been working overtime for the past few days and feel a little uncomfortable. I hope Mr. Yu doesn't mind..."

Jiang Kele who was late for half a day this morning: "..."

Now that he came to his senses, he took a step forward and shook hands with the person in charge of the Gu Group.

After shaking hands, he was about to ask about Mr. Gu, but in the blink of an eye, that beautiful Mr. Yu was surrounded by a group of people, without even a gap to squeeze in.

Jiang Kele looked around, the hall was full of men in suits and leather shoes and women in costumes, but Gu Wenzong was not there.

Mr. Huang squeezed into the first line of sycophancy, followed closely beside Yu Jing, and was full of funny words, and he couldn't stop talking, fearing that he had already left his subordinates behind.

Jiang Kele gave up the idea of ​​squeezing into the crowd, and simply slipped to the semi-enclosed balcony—he was a soy saucer for this banquet anyway—he loosened his tie a little, breathing in the fresh air.

It was Gu Wenzong who had been with him for a week, but this Miss Yu Jing didn't expose him.

What about... Gu Wenzong?

He lowered his head and met the sapphire cufflinks on his cuffs.

This was sent by Gu Wenzong, matched with a suit, exquisite and gorgeous, and expensive.

Gently brushing the facet of the sapphire with his fingers, Jiang Kele took out his phone and sent a message to Gu Wenzong.

A series of words had just been typed and hadn't been sent yet, when the balcony door creaked open.

"Master Jiang..."

Jiang Kele turned around and saw a woman in a formal dress walking over in high heels: "Who are you?"

The woman handed over a glass of red wine and said with a smile, "My surname is Chen, thanks to Master Jiang for saving my life."

"So it's Miss Chen." Jiang Kele took the red wine.

After solving the Jinhua cat, Ms. Chen woke up.

After experiencing such a thing, she has never believed in ghosts and gods, and she has become superstitious. She has visited temples several times and participated in many public welfare and charity activities.

"I'm sorry, Master Jiang..." Ms. Chen thanked, "Master Jiang, can you leave a contact information, so I can ask Master Jiang..."

"Add a WeChat account." Jiang Kele added her as friends.

The two talked for a while, and Ms. Chen was called away by her friend.

Jiang Kele leaned against the fence of the balcony and took a sip of the red wine, but after a while of silence, another person walked onto the balcony.

"Jiang Kele, why are you here too?"

The visitor is not good.

Jiang Kele was a little confused: "You are..."

"What are you pretending to be?"

The visitor was dressed in formal attire, with drooping eyelids and a calculating look, and there was a cloud of black air between his brows. It seemed that he didn't practice morals on weekdays and always slandered and slandered others.

Now he has a smile on his face, but he still can't hide the malice in his eyes: "Whose invitation did you mess up with? I didn't say that, even though uncle doesn't care about you, you can't do this... If someone sees , Uncle's face is not good either."

uncle.

Hearing this name, Jiang Kele vaguely remembered it.

This should be the son of Father Jiang's sister, that is, his...cousin?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Bo thought it was an acquiescence, and was even more proud.

Jiang's father is a standard phoenix man. He got out of the small mountain village with the support of his sister in the family. After the company was established later, he naturally repaid his family and arranged all relatives into the company.

But the lack of support, all the relatives regarded the company as a big pie, and prepared to take a bite with all their strength.

Shen Bo is even more ambitious and wants to become the heir of the company. Under such circumstances, of course he is not happy with Jiang Kele.

Shen Bo rolled his eyeballs, intending to embarrass Jiang Kele in public.

"Look at you, what clothes are you wearing..."

Jiang Kele raised his hand, the sapphires on his cuffs overflowed with light, and instantly suppressed Shen Bo's words, racking his brains: "You want..."

Jiang Kele added a sentence for him: "You are going to be unlucky."

Shen Bo: "Huh?"

Jiang Kele was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he gave the hanged ghost who was wandering by the side a look, and walked out directly bypassing Shen Bo.

"You!" Shen Bo hurriedly chased after him, but for some reason, he fell on the ground and landed on his right cheek, making a loud noise, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Not only did Shen Bo feel pain on his face, but the place where everyone was staring at him was even hotter.

The waiter rushed over quickly: "Sir, are you okay?" He stretched out his hand to help him.

Shen Bo struggled to stand up, facing the waiter's concerned gaze, instead of thanking him, he shook off his hand: "Go away!"

Backing away, he bumped into the table next to him again. The wine glasses on the table collided, the red wine spilled all over the floor, and his expensive suit was wet.

Shen Bo noticed that more and more people were watching him, and couldn't help shouting: "What are you looking at!"

Sure enough, everyone didn't look at him anymore, and turned to the center of the hall instead.

Of course it wasn't because of listening to Shen Bo's words, but because someone suddenly fell down there, and everyone was in a mess.

Jiang Kele stood on the second floor, and when he lowered his head, he saw the situation in the middle of the hall.

I saw a middle-aged man fell to the ground, his body was twitching non-stop, his hands were holding his neck, his eyes were turning white, and he couldn't breathe.

"Everyone, please come—"

The manager of the hotel came out in time to stabilize the situation, sending people to call an ambulance while evacuating the crowd.After the crowd dispersed, he squatted next to the middle-aged man and asked, "Sir, are you suffering from asthma? Have you brought any medicine?"

The middle-aged man couldn't answer his question at all, he could only keep rolling on the ground, as if someone was behind him, tightly clasping his neck.

The manager felt around him, but couldn't find the medicine bottle. He was so anxious that he was sweating: "Is the ambulance here?"

Everyone thought the middle-aged man was suffering from asthma, but only Jiang Kele saw a dark man lying on his back, clasping his neck tightly with both hands.

That's why middle-aged men look suffocated.

I'm afraid the ambulance will come to no avail.

Jiang Kele drank the red wine in his mouth and put it on the tray of the waiter next to him. With his arms propped up, he fell off the fence on the second floor and landed firmly in the hall on the first floor.

"Rang Rang—" Jiang Kele walked up quickly, calm and composed, "I know how to give first aid."

When the ambulance didn't come, the hotel manager had no choice but to treat him as a living doctor, and asked the man who appeared suddenly to try it.

Jiang Kele stepped forward and did not take any first aid measures. He just picked up the collar of the middle-aged man and slapped him with his hand. There was a "slap", which everyone in the hall probably heard.

Then he leaned forward, stared at the "person" on the middle-aged man's back, and lowered his voice: "If you don't leave, I'll kill you."