The last sentence was directed at Tang Qiqi with sarcasm.
"Get out of the way now, if I beat you up you'll have to go home crying to your parents."
Arrogant and arrogant tone.
Tang Qiqi sneered and slowly stood up.
But before he could stand up straight, another person came running towards him from a distance, with hurried steps and looking back as he ran.
"Brother Huang, hurry up, he's coming!"
"Who?" asked the leader with a frown.
"Qi Yan."
"Fuck? That lunatic?!"
When they heard the name, their faces changed.
Social thugs and high school students, it sounds like the latter are the ones who will be oppressed and beaten.
But anyone in this area who hears this name will stay away from it.
No one can escape unscathed if they mess with that madman.
The man who said he would beat Tang Qiqi and send her home crying just a second ago waved his hand.
Before leaving, he pointed his arrogant index finger at Tang Qiqi, but without saying a word, he left with his group of brothers.
Tang Qiqi had just stood up and had no time to leave when he was surrounded again.
"Where is that guy?" One of the young men with dyed silver hair rushed over and shouted.
"Damn, this grandson runs really fast."
The person who spoke was a man with a shaved head.
The shaved hair on the left side was specially cut into a lighter style.
Tang Qiqi took advantage of the fact that no one's attention was on him and slipped out from the side.
Before he had taken a few steps, a figure appeared in front of him.
At the same time, a strong masculine scent enveloped Tang Qiqi.
When I looked up, I met a pair of cold, glazed eyes.
The young man wore a black baseball cap on his head, and his handsome and delicate facial features beneath the cap revealed a sense of indifference and alienation. His beautiful glass-like eyes were slightly lowered, and Tang Qiqi's appearance was reflected in his eyes.
Tang Qiqi clenched his hands, which were hanging at his sides, into fists nervously. All the excuses he had used to comfort himself yesterday were thrown away.
This face that once appeared in my dream looked a little more calm than two years ago, but its temperament became more cold.
The aura of "stay away from me" all over his body made Tang Qiqi take a few steps back unconsciously when he looked away.
When he was nervous, Tang Qiqi was used to pressing his hat down.
The pulled-down brim of the hat blocked the boy's sight, isolating her guilty conscience as well.
Tang Qiqi went around to the side without thinking.
"Wait a minute." Suddenly, a voice from behind called her.
The boy's voice is clean, deep yet magnetic.
With this sound, all attention was focused on the person with a stiff back.
Tang Qiqi's whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and the emotions he tried to control collapsed in an instant when the young man behind him approached.
I even started thinking about how to start the conversation so as not to be too embarrassed after being recognized.
But it turned out that all her worries were unnecessary.
"Your clothes." A hand with distinct joints was holding the bag containing the school uniform.
I just picked up her school uniform out of kindness.
Tang Qiqi let out a breath imperceptibly.
That's right, with her current outfit, the people the old man sent to capture her might not be able to recognize her.
She is just being sensitive.
After taking it, Tang Qiqi said "thank you" and left without looking back.
Behind me, that gaze has been following me.
Until it completely disappeared around the corner.
"Are you still alive?" The guy with a crew cut kicked the person lying on the ground.
The person on the ground sat up and nodded.
"Oh, it's okay. You're lucky to be alive even though you fell into the hands of the yellow dog." The silver-haired man leaned lazily against the wall and smiled.
Thinking of the strange feeling in his chest at the moment of collision, the person on the ground stood up, patted the dust off his body, and shook his head to explain, "It's not luck. If it weren't for that woman..."
He didn't have time to finish his words.
A figure rushed over.
The next second, his chin was pinched tightly.
The hand on the chin was still exerting force, and the frightened man opened his eyes in horror.
Before everyone could react.
Qi Yan leaned forward slightly and whispered in the man's ear.
The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but every word was as cold as ice shards:
"Tell me, and I'll kill you."
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