"What do I want to talk to you about?" Boss Han sneered, reached out to grab An Qingyu's unfinished plate, and smashed it against the wall next to him!

clang--!!

A crisp buzzing sound echoed in the empty and silent cafeteria. Food splattered all over the floor. Boss Han narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at An Qingyu.

"One-Eye and Scarface, you killed them both, right?" His voice was icy cold.

An Qingyu did not answer his question, nor did he even look at him. His eyes were all on the figure who had just walked into the cafeteria, and he stood up directly from his seat.

As soon as he stood up, the prisoners around him took a half step forward and surrounded him tightly, their eyes full of warnings.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to find someone." An Qingyu frowned slightly.

"Looking for someone? I'm talking to you! Do you look down on me?!" Boss Han roared.

At this moment, the younger brother next to him looked back, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he leaned over to Boss Han's ear and said something.

Boss Han was stunned and looked back, only to see Lin Qiye walking to the window as if no one was around, preparing to get his meal, without even glancing over here.

"Is it that boy?" Boss Han muttered, and glanced at An Qingyu, as if he had thought of something, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is that the boy you are looking for?"

Without waiting for An Qingyu to answer, Boss Han continued, "Well, this is a rare opportunity, so I'll kill both of you together to save you trouble next time."

After saying that, he gave a look to the younger brother next to him, who immediately led a dozen people and walked towards Lin Qiye aggressively.

…

Lin Qiye took the plate and turned around, preparing to find a corner away from Boss Han and others to eat.

As soon as he came in, he saw Boss Han and a group of his followers, seemingly surrounding someone. However, there were too many prisoners blocking that person, so Lin Qiye couldn't see clearly who it was. Anyway, it was none of his business.

You fight yours and I eat mine. If you don't provoke me, I'm too lazy to cause trouble.

However, the next moment, Lin Qiye's idea of ​​having a quiet meal was shattered.

A dozen prisoners fiercely walked up to Lin Qiye and surrounded him. The leader looked at Lin Qiye coldly and said:

"Patient, our boss wants to see you! Come with us!?"

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

He looked past the people in front of him and towards the group of people gathered in the corner of the cafeteria. After the dozen prisoners left, the encirclement was missing a corner. Lin Qiye could also clearly see the young man surrounded in the center, and he was suddenly stunned...

Then the expression suddenly became wonderful!

"What? You're not going?!" The leading prisoner's face turned grim.

"Go." Lin Qiye nodded, "Of course."

Seeing Lin Qiye's expression change so quickly, the prisoner was also stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he brought Lin Qiye to Boss Han.

"Boy, we meet again." Boss Han looked at Lin Qiye with a ferocious smile on his face. "The two night watchmen are not here this time. I want to see who can help you?"

Lin Qiye walked into the encirclement, without even looking at Boss Han, and sat down opposite An Qingyu.

The two young men looked at each other, and a faint smile appeared on their lips at the same time.

"I didn't expect to meet you here... I thought you disappeared along with Cangnan City." Lin Qiye sighed.

"Ten years ago, I happened to be studying in the next city, and I escaped." An Qingyu carefully looked at Lin Qiye for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "You are more normal than I thought, and you don't look like a mental patient."

"I'm not sick in the first place." Lin Qiye shrugged, "Or rather, I'm already well."

"Then why don't you go out?"

"They said I still needed to be observed and wouldn't let me go out."

"How long will you observe?"

"One year."

"A bit long."

"yes……"

The two of them chatted casually, as if they were not in prison surrounded by a group of prisoners, but in an elegant cafe, listening to Beethoven's piano music and chatting and laughing.

Boss Han's face turned green.

Bang--!!

Boss Han punched the dining table, breaking it in the middle. The sharp sound of breaking echoed in the cafeteria, and the conversation between the two came to an abrupt end.

He stared at the two of them and said viciously: "Where do you think this place is? Who do you think I am? A waiter?"

He stepped on the broken half of the table, crushing it to pieces, and said murderously: "Today, none of you will return alive!"

Lin Qiye looked at the broken table calmly and sighed, "How about we deal with them first and then continue?"

An Qingyu nodded, "I agree."

"It's useless to ban the ruins here. How many can you beat?"

"I don't know how to fight." An Qingyu shook his head, drops of blood oozed from his fingertips, and an invisible thread slowly extended out...

"But I can kill people," he said calmly.

Lin Qiye sensed the [Strange Silk], and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. Then he nodded thoughtfully, "Hold back a little. There are so many of them. It would be troublesome to kill them all. Let them remember this lesson."

"As you say."

Seeing the two men still so relaxed, Boss Han was furious. He waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, all of you! Kill them!"

boom--!!

The forty or fifty prisoners surrounding the two men rushed forward, and the deafening roar almost blew off the roof of the cafeteria!

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu moved at the same time!

It was as if Lin Qiye had eyes on his back. He slightly tilted his body and accurately avoided all the punches and kicks. Then, he supported himself on the bench with one hand and kicked backwards like lightning!

An Qingyu's situation was even more bizarre. All the fists that were about to touch his body rose up at the same time, as if an invisible silk thread was hanging up everyone's arms. As An Qingyu suddenly clenched his fist, several bloody cuts appeared out of thin air on the body of every prisoner behind him.

Several prisoners covered their wounds with their hands, wailing and falling backwards.

Lin Qiye tapped his toes on the bench and landed lightly among the crowd. He held a pair of chopsticks in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

His lips parted slightly, and a deep voice echoed in the air:

"A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, and a sword freezes fourteen states."

bite--!!

A crisp sword sound came from his palm, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a pair of chopsticks, but a peerless divine weapon that could kill thousands of troops!

The cold sword energy rolled out!

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