Chapter 326 Bomb Boy

The quilt was pulled off again, and the hand covering the face was also pulled away forcefully by the white-collar man.

A sneer appeared on the lips of the man in the white shirt, and his voice was as if squeezed out from between his teeth, gloomy and cold, "Long time no see."

The force that was clamping on his wrist became stronger and stronger. He Rui felt as if his wrist was about to be broken. He pursed his lips and endured the pain without struggling at all.

Song Ziming fell to the side and hissed, reaching out to rescue him, "Be gentle, be gentle, you're hurting him."

The man in the white shirt had a gloomy expression on his face and said in a low voice, "Do you know who he is? And you're still helping him?"

He Rui cursed inwardly, gritted his teeth, and awkwardly prepared to use the advantage he least wanted to use. He put on an uneasy expression and looked towards Song Ziming for help, hoping that this guy could be of some use.

However, before he could show his acting skills.

The man holding his white shirt snorted coldly, interrupting his random remarks, and said slowly, "I was thinking, the voice I heard yesterday sounded familiar. From the content, I even wondered if it was you two, haha."

He Rui's face darkened and he said nothing.

The white-collar worker's sharp gaze fell on Song Ziming, and his tone became aggressive, "So the space evolver who saved people was you? Who called you there? Did you know that the person you saved was an enemy of our organization?!"

"Ah?" Song Ziming looked confused and a little dumbfounded.

"Where is that guy now? Did you bring him back? Don't tell me you rescued that bastard." The man in white shirt had cold eyes. He shook off He Rui's hand and prepared to seek revenge.

He Rui's heart sank, thinking it was all over.

It was all his fault for talking too loudly. People who should and shouldn't have heard what he said ended up being guessed almost exactly by this white-collar grandson.

He explained without thinking, "What enemies? If they are not enemies, how did we touch you? Haven't all your people recovered?" He was just guessing. In case there were still evolvers who had not recovered, he might have stepped on the opponent's minefield.

The white-collar worker was furious. He grabbed He Rui by the collar, his narrow eyes filled with anger. "That's easy for you to say! You know, apart from those with dual abilities and physical evolution, most of the rest of us have lost our abilities for a long time! If it weren't for...

Do you know how hard our lives are?

It took nearly two months for my spatial ability to recover!

Do you know what kind of life I went through during this period?! We almost starved to death because of you two bastards! Some of our team members even killed each other and were driven away because of this. It's all your fault!

He Rui was grabbed by the collar by the other party, his face pale, but he was not afraid of angering the other party and continued to argue, trying to attract the enemy's attention: "So what if you don't have the ability? It's not like you will completely lose your ability. Killing each other is their inferior nature forced to be exposed by the environment. What does it have to do with us?"

Besides, you were punished by my brother because you were the ones who started the trouble. A bunch of bandits robbed me and didn't even return the supplies!

You think the world is over after just two months of not having any abilities? The ordinary people you look down on have never had any abilities at all. You look down on ordinary people, but they can survive in this world, but you think the sky is falling because you've lost your abilities? You can't survive?

So, is it possible that you are all trash?"

After He Rui finished his last sentence, the man who was holding his collar and looking at him expressionlessly took off his glasses silently. His face was terribly gloomy and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

The next second, He Rui's neck was strangled by the other party.

He could hear a crackling sound in his neck bones.

He Rui's mind raced, and he felt that he couldn't die yet and had to delay for a while.

He glanced at the man surnamed Song and saw that he seemed to want to help save him, but the man in the white shirt showed no intention of letting go, so He Rui decisively clenched his fists.

He happened to be sitting in this position, while the man in the white shirt was standing.

He Rui then used all his strength to deliver a vicious punch, hitting the opponent's vulnerable and vital part directly.

The man turned pale instantly, looking at his despicable punch in disbelief, loosened his hand that was pinching his neck, gritted his teeth, bent down and squatted to the side.

He Rui took deep breaths and coughed violently. His neck was burning with pain from being pinched, and it felt like there was a piece of steamed bun stuck in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

Although his tactics are despicable, they are effective.

Song Ziming, who was standing next to him, had a strange expression on his face. He gave up the thought of going over to help and took a step back timidly. "You are such a jerk. I feel like I am starting to feel pain again."

Song Ziming turned around and asked the white-collar worker, "Brother Lin, are you okay? How's your egg?"

The man in the white shirt had a gloomy expression on his face, with cold sweat on his forehead. He hadn't recovered yet and growled through gritted teeth, "Shut your stinky mouth."

Song Ziming was inexplicably scolded. He touched his nose and said aggrievedly, "Who did I offend? I'm just concerned about you."

He Rui took the opportunity to retreat, pressing his back against the wall, and pulled out a pistol from his waist bag, loaded it, and aimed at the white-collar man.

The man in white shirt leaned against the wall. Seeing him take out his weapon, he sneered and slowly straightened up.

However, due to physical discomfort, He Rui's hand holding the gun shook uncontrollably, causing the muzzle to shake noticeably.

It seemed that Song Ziming misunderstood that he was afraid, and he said in a caring voice, "Don't be afraid, if you have anything to say, talk it over nicely, little boss. There is no conflict that cannot be mediated."

The man in white shirt was slightly stunned when he heard what this man said.

Surprised, he turned his gaze to Song Ziming, his eyes gleaming with coldness, his words as cold as ice, "What did you call him?

Boss?

Are you being ridiculous? Licking a good-looking man to this extent? You really refresh my understanding..."

Song Ziming felt quite aggrieved and explained, "No, Brother Lin, it's just that his name is Boss. His name is Boss Wang."

“Boss Wang…” the man in the white shirt repeated, frowning and glancing at him coldly, “As for your matter, I’ll come and settle the score with you later.

First, tell me where the person you saved is? Is he with the new guy? Or with Xiao Cheng?

He Rui's heart tightened.

He waved the gun, which had no deterrent effect and was ignored by the two men opposite him, and shouted, "Believe it or not, I will shoot you both!"

"You heartless person, I've been so good to you, yet you still want to shoot me?" Song Ziming said softly.

He Rui ignored him and tried to attract the attention of the man in the white shirt. He saw the glasses that the man in the white shirt had dropped on the ground just two steps away from him.

He stepped forward and crushed him, drawing the man's hatred as he shouted, "Hey, Skinny Bamboo! Do you believe I can shoot you in the head and make crab roe come out of it?!"

"Hahaha." Song Ziming was inexplicably tickled by the funny bone. He laughed, covered his mouth and looked at the people around him, then looked at He Rui with amusement.

The man in the shirt had a cold glint in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, and said coldly, "I think you really want to die."

He ignored He Rui's provocation and continued to ask Song Ziming to confirm his suspicions, "Is the man you rescued very tall? About 1.95 meters?"