Chapter 03 Association

Siming suddenly opened the door, and the little guy who kicked the door slipped due to inertia and ate a mouthful of dust in Zhou's living room.

He stood up with his face covered, shouting loudly that he wanted Zhou Ye to be in trouble, but he stopped talking the moment he regained his sight.

"Why are you stopping?" Siming, who was much taller than him, looked like a dragon in his eyes at this moment, but his ordinary look made him step back in fear.

People like them dare to bully honest civilians. They are not afraid of the law enforcement team. They just avoid them when they see them. After all, they will not waste their precious talents on them.

The most feared are the nobles who like fancy clothes, because the lackeys of these nobles can focus on them and beat them until the nobles calm down.

He had personally witnessed a gangster leader who was once powerful in the city being bullied into a pit after offending a noble. If it weren't for the nobles in the local association who saw that the leader was obedient and saved his life, he might have run into him every day when he passed by a certain river.

He looked at the boss who had brought him here, and sure enough, the man had retreated far away. He knelt down with a snap and tentatively grabbed the apron covering the noble's gorgeous clothes.

The apron was small and worn out. It didn't suit the tall silver-haired man in front of him at all, but it made him look more worldly and gave a few people a glimmer of hope.

"I didn't mean to offend you, please spare my life... I'm only a few years old, I really don't know much..."

Siming didn't even look at him, his eyes swept over several people, and finally fell on the leader.

"A bunch of dirty rats who don't know etiquette." His eyes swept over the minions who had already started to kowtow, and fell on the apron that was pulled. Zhou Ye, who was controlling the vest, sighed in his heart and forgot to take off the apron.

The leader understood instantly and kicked the minion away: "Who told you to touch the adults' clothes? Get out of here."

Seeing the noble's expression relieved, he followed him into the hall angrily, making excuses for himself: "We came here once in the morning, but you were not here at that time, so this happened."

Zhou Ye was still sitting there, looking listless at the moment, with more sickness than vitality on his face. When he saw someone coming, he gently patted the sofa to signal Siming to take a seat. The others

were even more frightened by the situation.

"Boss...why don't we run away? Is life more important than this?" the minion asked in a low voice.

"Shut up." The leader was more observant of the situation than him, and knew that the nobles in front of them should talk, otherwise they would not have been allowed in.

"Sit down." Zhou Ye spoke gently, and was calm towards these thugs who had just threatened him. However, he did not need their reminders, as he still remembered the voices of this group of people, and knew that they were just forward sentinels, so he was not very disgusted.

"Thank you." The leader sat down while looking at Siming's face. Seeing that he was not dissatisfied with being overstepped in his duties, he really put his butt on the seat cushion, while the other thugs sat on the floor around the chair, not daring to get close to the sofa.

No one dared to speak at this time, and Zhou Ye drank tea leisurely. He looked at the clock that was still moving. How long had those people shouted before, was it ten minutes or twenty minutes?

The suffocatingly quiet atmosphere was undoubtedly torturing the spirit of every gangster. The human spirit cannot be maintained in extreme tension for too long. Soon, several people sitting on the ground really relaxed, and some began to snap their fingers.

Only the leader was still tense, but he would soon reach the limit. Watching the time turn to the thirty-minute mark, at the moment when the leader quietly took a breath, Siming changed his originally relaxed posture, leaned back, crossed his legs, and his expression coincided with the second-generation rich aristocrats that the group of leaders feared the most.

The leader's face was about to cramp.

"Tell me, who instructed you to harass Zhou?"

"No... no." Before he finished listening to the two words, the leader's pretended sincerity was interrupted.

"Forget it, I don't care." His expression of not taking them seriously at all made them furious, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

As he finished speaking, he gently threw out a card, and the thing slid under the table in a parabola.

Everyone looked at each other immediately, and finally under the stare, the arrogant gangster who had been kicked in the first place lay down, and the whole person was lying on his stomach like a dog and slowly picked up the thing. With his movements, Lushan's true face was revealed. It was an identification card, but it was not any known color. It was a prism-like translucent light white, and it refracted many colors with the movement.

In an instant, the shame and anger just now were covered by the chill rising behind them. They really offended a big shot who could not be touched.

"What is that?" Zhou Ye pretended to be ignorant of the world and asked Siming.

"A discarded card." Siming didn't seem to care and answered casually, "But in this continent, it should be very useful."

He didn't lie. The card was just made by Xiaohua at home. Zhou Ye secretly transferred it to him. Even the association's alchemy could not prove it.

Seeing his casual attitude, Zhou Ye stopped asking questions. Siming touched his hand soothingly, and his fingertips gently moved on the jade ring. In an instant, several spare cards were also transferred to his sleeves.

Holding the card that looked like a death warrant, the leader's survival instinct made him notice the two men's movements. He immediately knelt down and moved in front of Zhou Ye. He didn't dare to touch Siming, but wanted to grab Zhou Ye's legs with his hands and beg for mercy loudly.

Zhou Ye's originally gentle smile froze for a second, and his body retreated backwards.

At the same time, Siming, who had been sitting relaxed, reacted faster and more violently than himself. At the moment when the leader was about to catch him, his left hand grabbed the throat of the extremely vulgar man. The height difference between the two almost made the leader dangling.

As everyone panicked, Siming, with his thin body supported by a wide robe, showed amazing control. He pushed the leader who dared to approach Zhou Ye to the wall, and then punched him continuously with thunderous force, each punch was of the same strength. He was so steady that it was scary.

Even Zhou Ye seemed to be frightened. He gently put his hands on his chest and looked worriedly at the two people who could not be considered a fight, but only a one-sided beating.

Siming's fists seemed to penetrate the flesh pads, and even the walls were shaking when they hit. The leader had no power to resist at all.

"I'm fine." After a long time, when the leader was almost fainting, Zhou Ye whispered this sentence in the hopeful eyes of the gangsters.

Siming only responded to him. After hearing this, he dropped the pig head that was being strangled and beaten.

He stood there, gently smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes with his hands. In just a moment, he restored his polite and noble image.

"You are still too soft-hearted." Siming kicked the pig head on the ground with the tip of his shoe. "Are you still alive?"

"Wuwuwuwuwu..." The leader seemed to answer something, but no one could hear it clearly.

"How about...you guys go back first?" Zhou Ye's worried eyes wandered between Siming and the gangsters. This voice was like redemption. Several gangsters nodded frantically and dragged their boss out of the room, not forgetting to close the door when they reached the door.

The residents hiding nearby saw the Zhou family's door open and immediately retreated back home. Through the cracks in the door, they could only see the gangsters who had come to the house to cause trouble running away like a lost dog. After

several people walked a long way away, the leader who was carried on the back finally realized why the nobles would let him go. Zhou Ye looked gentle and innocent, but he was definitely hiding evil inside. He wanted to follow the clue of his release so that others could use their abilities to find out who was his boss.

Thinking of this, the leader couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. On the surface, the nobles held absolute sovereignty, but in reality, all the results of their words and actions were in the hands of the sickly young man, not to mention how he could find an upper city noble who was willing to sacrifice for him at this juncture.

Holding the hard-earned certification card in his hand, he felt his face hurt even more, and he wanted to spend it immediately. But he knew that he absolutely had no right to use it, so he decided to play along with the other party in the end. He believed that the other party would definitely not be fooled.

"Did the Zhou family kid have this personality when he was a kid? I remember he was very crazy, never mind."

"I almost cried when I heard what he said. I really didn't expect him to help us... On the contrary, the nobles are really bastards, and the association is a bunch of bastards..." The man said this and shut up as if he was afraid of something.

"He is really capable... To be honest, I regret treating him like that before."

Hearing the words of his subordinates, the leader was so angry that he wanted to curse, but his mouth was the most attacked part. Just when he made a sound, it was as painful as if it was torn apart. In the end, he could only swallow his anger and helplessly listen to their praises for Zhou Ye.

At this time, in his own house, the main body was lying on the bed protected by a vest, seemingly sleeping peacefully, but in fact, he looked at the sand table every five minutes in the pure white space.

The amazing product in the form of a certification card was passed between the sandy cities like a red dot mark, and finally stopped at one place.

"It's the association." Zhou Ye touched Siming's soft silver hair and sighed: "I remember that those guys didn't take civilians seriously before."

"Thanks to you," he held Siming's face, and Ma Jiasi closed her eyes without resistance, allowing him to ravage her. "I was not bullied."

"Well."

Siming's face was pinched by the main body and it hurt a little, and he struggled a little.