Chapter 579: Just sick

"What, what?"
Song Yijun looked at the blood in the cup gradually dispersing and slowly fused with the clear water, with an incredible expression on her face, "Do you want me to drip blood in it too?"
"if not?"
Bai Cheng looked at her and smiled naturally, "Don't worry, the moment you cut it, it doesn't hurt."
As a result, Song Yijun took three steps back and forth in fear, with a face full of resistance, "No, I don't want to cut my hands, it must be so painful, I don't want it."
"Don't you?" Baicheng repeated these three words, and the news on his face suddenly stopped, turning into a cold look.
Then his tone was different from the previous one, and he suddenly became fierce, "Miss Song, I can tell you without evasiveness that you can swear to me here today, that is your luck!"
"You can have such luck, and thank your aunt! Because if it weren't for Sister Ruoqing's face, I would never agree with a woman like you to join my organization!"
Listening to these words, Song Yijun was already confused.
What blood swear? What organization?
Why hasn't anyone mentioned these things to her?
What exactly is going on!
Didn't Auntie say that the road has been paved for her?
Wouldn't she come here, she lost her life for no reason!
Thinking of this, Song Yijun was very flustered, and quickly explained to Baicheng in front of him, "I'm sorry Baicheng, I don't know what you mean by these words, can you explain it to me?"
Hearing this, Baicheng fell into silence suddenly.
Then he calmed down, took a weird look at the man next to him, and asked, "Does this woman still know the rules here?"
"Uh, I don't seem to know." The next man shook his head innocently.
"Damn! Why didn't you say it earlier?" Bai Cheng glared at the men next to him.
The subordinates were also helpless, because they didn't even know Song Yijun, let alone tell her the rules here.
Of course, none of the people around me dared to say these protests. They can only think silently in their hearts, and then swallow them back into their stomachs.
At this time, Baicheng gave them a fierce look, and picked one of his closest subordinates, and kicked his fiercely, "What about your brains?"
"I just said that this woman doesn't know the rules here? Wouldn't any of you come out and explain, all of you are all wood!"
"Yes, yes, sorry boss, I was wrong!"
The subordinate who was kicked in the immediately stood up, and then said to Song Yijun tremblingly, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, maybe you just arrived here and don’t know our rules yet, then I’ll explain to you. ."
"There is a rule in our white blood organization, but everyone who joins the organization must go through such a process, that is, swear to the organization!"
"There are three levels of swearing. Primary swearing is the kind of punks who enter the organization. They only need to swear to their respective hall masters."
"Intermediate swearing means organizing ministers from various districts to gather together and swear to the organization with blood."
"The highest level is an oath like you directly with our boss Baicheng. Once the oath is successful, the boss will give you a piece of your own area."
"From then on, you have been under the direct management of the boss. Except for the boss, no one can order you, which is equivalent to saying that under one person, over ten thousand."
After trembling to say such a paragraph, the subordinate immediately shivered back.
But with that said, Song Yijun can be considered to understand what the is going on with this drop of blood.
In fact, it's just putting one's own blood and Baicheng's blood into a cup together to establish a common contract, so that you can join the organization.
Thinking of this, Song Yijun told himself cruelly, huh, cut a hole in his hand? How much can this hurt?
Anyway, even if it hurts any more, it’s no better than when she was put into prison by Tang Nuan’s painting, she had to eat the bread her aunt gave herself. When the drug’s effect came on, it felt like being eaten by countless insects. .
Besides, with just such a drop of blood, she can officially join the organization and become a direct subordinate of Baicheng.
And according to what the subordinate just said, it seems that she can still have a separate area of ​​her own.
Why not take such a good exchange?
After thinking about this in his mind, Song Yijun looked at Baicheng and nodded directly, "Okay, Baicheng, I am willing to swear to you and become a member of the white blood organization."
After finishing speaking, she took the knife in Baicheng's hand without hesitation and slashed her finger severely.
A huge blood drop suddenly appeared from his fingertips. Song Yijun gritted his teeth and dripped the blood drop into the cup just now.
"Papa Papa Papa Papa!"
Seeing the completion of this picture, Baicheng did not know when he put away the exploded state, and then regained his innocent smile and clapped his hands appreciatively, "That's right, I like it. A well-behaved girl like you."
Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Song Yijun's face, then retracted his hand somewhat uncomfortably, and underestimated it softly, "It really is a fake face, I really don't feel comfortable with the real face."
Song Yijun's face suddenly changed.
Then Baicheng changed the subject with a look of indifferent expression, "Don't worry, I will see Sister Ruoqing's face in the future, she will definitely treat you well, if you have any requirements, please tell me, I can satisfy you unconditionally. ."
After speaking with a smile, Bai Cheng suddenly recovered an expressionless face, and then coldly instructed the men beside him, "Go, call me Gu Jun downstairs."
"Yes." The subordinate nodded immediately, and then went downstairs and called someone to go.
Song Yijun looked at Baicheng at this time, and realized clearly in his heart that the speed of this person's face change was almost faster than turning a book!
Don't say that he looks like a sick child, he is a sick child at all, okay?
Of course, Song Yijun only dared to think about it in his heart. After all, starting from today, the sickly man in front of him is his immediate boss.
This also means that Song Yijun, she really can never go back to her previous life.
"Boss, I brought people up."
Just as Song Yijun was thinking about it, the subordinate just called Gu Jun from downstairs.
After seeing Gu Jun, Bai Cheng suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, then stepped forward, reaching out and patting Gu Jun's shoulders that were almost as strong as himself.