Calling someone to send money? My phone is gone! Are we going to...eat and freeload?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, even he himself felt it was absurd and hopeless.
Ning Xiuyan, had he actually fallen to the point of having to dine and free-dine at a shabby noodle shop?! But right now, it seemed like he had no other choice.
He could only gamble, gamble that these two people didn't know who he was, gamble that they wouldn't dare to do anything to him...
Chen Yanbai had walked to his desk without him noticing, holding a rag in his hand, slowly wiping the table next to him.
Chen Yanbai's enchanting peach blossom eyes fell on his face with a hint of amusement, "Have you finished eating?"
Ning Xiuyan's scalp tingled, and he forced himself to clear his throat, trying to act like a child of an aristocratic family, even though his voice was still trembling slightly. "...Hmm. It tastes good. Um...my wallet..."
"Lost your wallet?" Chen Yanbai said in a light tone, as if to say that the weather was nice today.
He didn't stop wiping the table, but his body leaned forward slightly. His extremely beautiful eyes were fixed on Ning Xiuyan, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was particularly clear under the light.
"Or... Second Young Master Ning thinks the noodles in our little shop are not worth paying for?"
boom!
Ning Xiuyan's mind buzzed! He knew! He actually knew who he was!
A huge panic instantly gripped him! Where did these two seemingly ordinary owners of this small noodle shop come from?!
"I... I'm not..." Ning Xiuyan wanted to explain himself and move out of the Ning family, but when he met Chen Yanbai's bottomless eyes that seemed to see through everything, all the words got stuck in his throat.
"Nothing?" Chen Yanbai chuckled. The laughter was clear and pleasant, but it was also chilling.
He casually threw the rag on the table, stood up straight, and looked down at Ning Xiuyan. The laziness in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a cold, indifferent look, as if he was looking at garbage.
"Free food?"
At this moment, Chen Yanxiu, who had been quietly kneading dough in the kitchen, turned around.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and carefully wiped the lenses with a snow-white handkerchief.
Without the obstruction of the lenses, the eyes were completely exposed - deep, sharp, like black obsidian tempered by ice, without any emotional fluctuations, but with a suffocating sense of oppression.
He didn't say anything, but just looked at Ning Xiuyan calmly. His gaze was like a scalpel, accurately dissecting every inch of his embarrassment and guilt beneath his disguise.
Ning Xiuyan was pinned to the spot by these two gazes, cold sweat dripping down his face.
He stood up suddenly, growling in a timid voice, "How much is it?! I... I'll have someone send it to you later! You know who I am..."
Not finished speaking!
Chen Yanbai moved!
It was so fast that Ning Xiuyan couldn't even see it clearly! He only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes (it was that dazzling silver hair), and then an unimaginable pain came from his abdomen! It was as if he was stabbed by a red-hot iron rod!
"Ah!" Ning Xiuyan let out a short, miserable howl, his body instantly bent like a shrimp, his stomach churning, and he almost vomited out all the noodle soup he had just eaten!
Chen Yanbai retracted his fist, his movements so clean and neat that it was terrifying, as if he had just dusted off the dust.
But this is just the beginning.
Chen Yanbai's eyes were cold, but his actions were extremely cruel and cunning.
He grabbed Ning Xiuyan's gray-blue hair, which was drooping due to severe pain, forced him to raise his head, and slammed his knee into his jaw like a sledgehammer!
Crack! A bone-breaking sound that makes your teeth ache!
Ning Xiuyan's eyes went dark, his mouth was full of blood, and several of his teeth seemed to be loose.
The severe pain made him burst into tears!
"Brother, he's noisy." Chen Yanbai shook his hand away in disgust, as if it was stained with something dirty, and faced the direction of Chen Yanxiu, with a hint of impatient dependence in his tone.
He picked up a solid wooden rolling pin on the countertop, which was as thick as his wrist and was used to roll noodles.
Chen Yanxiu put on his glasses again, the lenses reflecting the cold white light, obscuring the look in his eyes.
He still didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
Having received tacit approval, Chen Yanbai raised the corner of his mouth in an almost cruel arc, his eyes flashing with crazy excitement.
He swung the heavy rolling pin and mercilessly smashed it at Ning Xiuyan's shoulder blades, arm joints, and outer thighs!
Each blow lands precisely on the most painful and vulnerable nerve plexuses and bones in the human body.
The dull sound of blows, accompanied by Ning Xiuyan's shrill screams that were not human, echoed in the small shop.
“Ugh——!! Ah!! Stop…stop hitting me!! Have mercy…have mercy!” Ning Xiuyan rolled on the ground and wailed like a dying dog. His expensive suit was stained with oil and dust from the ground, his carefully styled hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in tears and blood.
He felt like every bone in his body was about to break, and every inch of his flesh was screaming. Shen Yanbai's strength was astonishing, and his skills were even more vicious. He targeted the most painful parts, as if he was using him as a human sandbag to vent his anger.
"Enough." Chen Yanxiu finally spoke, his voice still calm, but as if the pause button had been pressed.
Chen Yanbai stopped immediately, as obedient as a leopard with its claws retracted.
He casually threw the dusty rolling pin back onto the counter without even looking at Ning Xiuyan, who was curled up on the ground, twitching and groaning.
Chen Yanxiu walked over slowly, and his shiny leather shoes stopped in front of Ning Xiuyan.
He squatted down, his movements as graceful as if he was admiring an object.
Ning Xiuyan looked up in horror, and met the pair of cold eyes behind the lenses. He was so frightened that he almost lost control of his bladder for the second time.
Chen Yanxiu reached out his hand, but not to hit him. He precisely grasped Ning Xiuyan's dislocated jaw, and with his other hand, he quickly pressed several times on his carotid artery and several acupuncture points.
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