"You!" Lu Jingyi's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to burst into tears. "I think you are looking for death!"
If Qin Zheyuan hadn't held his arm, Lu Jingyi would have rushed forward and knocked Si Qingcang down.
"Jingyi, don't be impulsive." Qin Zheyuan whispered, his eyes fixed on the woman Ling standing behind Si Qingcang opposite him. This person gave him a feeling that was too dangerous!
Lu Jingyi clenched his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead.
Seeing this, Si Qingcang raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully, "Lu Jingyi, you only know how to talk!"
"Ha!" Lu Jingyi sneered and said domineeringly: "Twelve years ago, this young master could beat you to a pulp, and twelve years later, I can do the same!"
After saying that, he broke free from Qin Zheyuan's hand and rushed forward with his fists clenched.
He is so arrogant in front of Lu Jingyi. I must smash his head today!
"Really?" Si Qingcang smiled mysteriously, and suddenly took out a gun from his arms, pointing the dark muzzle directly at Lu Jingyi's eyebrows.
Lu Jingyi's movements slowed down, and the numbness that started from the back of his head quickly spread throughout his body.
"Jingyi!" Qin Zheyuan's eyes suddenly widened and he subconsciously rushed forward to protect Lu Jingyi.
However, just as the figure moved, there was a bang, and a bullet hit his feet, leaving a hole with smoke.
Qin Zheyuan's body was cold, and his fists were clenched tightly. "You..."
"You want to deal with me. It has nothing to do with Qin Zheyuan. Let him go." Lu Jingyi said in a deep voice.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a deep brotherly love!" A sneer appeared on Si Qingcang's face. What he hated most was this thing about Lu Jingyi. He was obviously a good-for-nothing waste, but he still wanted to show off!
That was how it was twelve years ago, protecting Si Lijue like a madman.
The scene from that year emerged in his mind, and Si Qingcang suddenly felt pain in his ribs, just like when they were broken by Lu Jingyi's kick!
Si Qingcang's eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious, almost to the point of madness.
He waited for more than ten years and finally waited for this moment today!
He must kill Lu Jingyi with his own hands, no, torture him to death with his own hands to vent his anger!
"Since your relationship is so good, why don't you two be companions on the road to the underworld?"
Si Qingcang grinned, raised his thumb slightly, pulled the safety bolt of the gun, and moved the muzzle away from Lu Jingyi's eyebrows, facing Qin Zheyuan.
Lu Jingyi's palms were full of sweat, but his face remained calm. "He is from the Qin family. If you dare to touch him, the Qin family will never let you go!"
Si Qingcang was not afraid at all. "Oh, it's just the Qin family. Once I take control of the MR Group, they will be like ants, dying with just one step. How could I be afraid?"
Peng!
"Zheyuan!"
The gunshots rang out simultaneously with Lu Jingyi's roar.
Lu Jingyi didn't dare look back. He rushed forward and punched Si Qingcang in the face. "Fuck you! Qin Zheyuan is my man. I'll be the only one who can bully him in this life. Who the hell are you to touch him?"
Lu Jingyi was like a madman, putting all his strength into every punch he threw, and one punch made Si Qingcang bleed from the nose.
In extreme sadness, Lu Jingyi lost his mind and burst out with unprecedented powerful strength.
Lu Jingyi's muscles were tensed, his movements were completely mechanical, tears were in his sullen eyes, and ugly curse words came out along with his fists.
If Qin Zheyuan died, if Qin Zheyuan really died, who would argue with him in the future!
What’s strange is that after Lu Jingyi’s punches, Si Qingcang didn’t react at all.
"stop!"
The woman's gentle cry was accompanied by two gunshots, followed by a dense hail of bullets.
But strangely, none of the bullets hit Lu Jingyi.
Qin Zheyuan glanced at the entangled Ling and Yan Mingyu who suddenly appeared, walked forward and put his hand on Lu Jingyi's shoulder, "If you fight again, you will really die."
Qin Zheyuan paused and continued:
"Although his death is not a pity, it is too shameful to dirty one's hands for such a person."
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