Chapter 15 Antique Pawnshop (11) First Update

The sky was obscured by thick clouds, blurring the clear blue. Only the occasional lightning broke through the night sky, making the city seem to be in a trance for a few seconds of daylight.

The port under the gloomy sky was filled with the voices of workers and the noise of machines running, and the echo of the endless tide was left behind.

Two giant ships entered the port. Standing on the bow were several old men in ancient costumes. They were all full of experience but still energetic. At this time, they were looking into the distance.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the dim and smoky conference room.

An old, rustic table was covered with a luxurious animal skin tablecloth. The tabletop was decorated with silver cutlery and served with some dishes that took a lot of time and effort to prepare. They might not be delicious, but if you talked about the production process, you would definitely get praise and envy.

Dozens of wealthy association executives sat loosely, and some of them almost deformed the exquisite cedar chairs. The waiters stood trembling in the back.

No knives and forks were used, and the bottles were tightly closed. It was rare that they were not gathering for pleasure.

"Old Chen, we took the pressure to bring you into the association, and this is how you repay us?" The man sitting at the head seat gestured to pour the wine and asked in a low voice.

"There is no hope for the situation now! We must nip it in the bud before those two guys make the news public." Before Chen Xichao, who was called Lao Chen, could answer his father, someone else spoke excitedly.

"They may not know about the mine!" This person sat next to the first seat.

"Tsk tsk, if he's not here for the minerals, why would a silver-haired nobleman do

something for a commoner? Do you really believe he's doing it to help a friend?" "Humph! Anyway, I've already sent out two teams of gifted people. If we can get rid of them, everything will be fine. Even if the silver-haired nobles get rid of those gifted people and want to negotiate terms, at most I'll give him a little more of my share."

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's not bad." The man who just said he had sent someone asked back in a tough tone

. "It seems like we're being too direct. In the past, we would talk about selling it and then... take action." The man holding the wine glass drank the wine awkwardly at this moment. He obviously realized that his words were a little inappropriate and soon stopped talking.

"Different paths lead to the same destination. If that's the case, let's do it this way." The first person made the decision, and the others stopped questioning and turned to drink.

"Zhou Ye really didn't know..." Chen Xichao, who was sitting at the end, couldn't help but retort. Although he had the name of vice president, it was actually his first time to participate in such a meeting.

"What's the difference between yes and no?" His father, who was sitting next to him, sneered, "He is a civilian, and this is a damn reason."

"You have killed more than one or two civilians for fun."

"I..." Chen Xichao instinctively wanted to retort, but unfortunately, the only person who flashed in his mind was Zhou Ye. To this day, there was only one civilian who was still alive that he was interested in.

He couldn't refute.

"We have more important things to focus on, such as how to entangle the silver-haired noble after killing the black-haired man."

"Your next task is to make friends with him. Don't feel ashamed. He is superior to you. It's best to treat him to a few drinks, even if he wants to make a fool of you." "

Why? I'm also a noble," Chen Xichao clenched his hands, "Those who want to curry favor with others and climb up the social ladder will do it voluntarily. I will never do such a despicable thing!"

"In the eyes of the nobles at a higher level, there is no difference between us and ordinary people."

"But he is an innocent civilian. Does he deserve it?"

"Yes, he deserves it." A noble who heard the conversation between father and son interrupted with a smile on his face, as if he had said something funny, and raised his glass to greet Chen's father.

Chen's father hurriedly responded.

Chen Xichao opened and closed his mouth, but did not utter a word. A feeling worse than being crushed into the soil surged into his heart. He wanted to shout, or even catch a few people to kill, but this was not a place for him to be presumptuous, and he had nowhere to vent.

He stood up suddenly and ran towards the direction of Zhou's house, with only one thought in his mind, to save Zhou Ye.

First of all, he was unwilling to humble himself to please the nobles, and secondly, and most importantly, Zhou Ye was really kind.

He said this to himself, and his feet almost stepped up.

"Old Chen, you kid..." The party was still going on behind him, but someone said this with a smile.

"He'll understand in the future."

"I understand!"

The plastic flower fell on the pure white table at this moment, and was looking at a paper map with Zhou Ye.

"So the orange ones are all associations, and the gray ones are civilian areas."

"Really smart." Zhou Ye nodded in approval, reached out to touch the leaves of the plastic flower, and then used a pen to draw an x ​​on the loose orange on the left.

"The orange area is so large, are all the nobles living there?"

"It just means that it belongs to them."

The orange on the right was also crossed out.

"Since it doesn't live here, what's the point of it being theirs?"

Zhou Ye raised his head, which had been lowered, and looked at the plastic flower with an inquiring look, but its face was just painted on, and there was no change. It even looked at Zhou Ye with question mark eyes, curious and puzzled.

After staring at each other for a while, Zhou Ye gave up and stopped thinking about who created this plastic flower and where its thoughts and ideas came from. He just smiled and said, "You are a small flower, and small flowers don't need to care about their meaning."

"Can't you tell me?" The plastic flower heard this and knew that Zhou Ye was perfunctory to it, and felt lost.

Zhou Ye returned to his painting career.

"And here." He muttered to himself as he put down another stroke.

The newly installed doorbell downstairs rang, and it seemed that many people came, one after another, and there was even a knock on the door.

"Oh, there are guests." Zhou Ye put down his pen and just finished marking all the association bases in Xiangshan City.

He took out the wrinkled map, carefully compared the x on it, and nodded.

"I'm so lucky." He covered his face with his hands and laughed softly. "It only took one morning to check all the association bases."

"My conclusion is that every one of them should disappear."

The map full of x's slipped from his palm and turned into powder.

After exiting the pure white space, Zhou Ye pushed his wheelchair to the front door. Through the hollow iron gate, he could see that there were already a dozen strong men gathered outside, all holding weapons.

Seeing him come out, the strong men immediately shouted.

"You dead parents, get out of here! Are you pretending to be dead now because you want to bury your father?!" The leader shouted especially loudly.

"Are you scared of seeing the grandfathers?" With the former taking the lead, the others did not show any weakness.

"Mr. Zhou, take the initiative to open the door, and I will consider letting you die more quickly."

Someone started to chop the door with a knife, banging it loudly.

As they struggled, three beams of light began to gradually take shape, anchored by the Antiques Pawnshop. A thunder dragon suddenly attacked the branch of the association in the center of the street with a roar.

The huge smoke rose up, and the blue lightning swirled and moved. The explosion almost startled everyone, and then screamed continuously.

The dust drifted here, covering Zhou's house, like a giant beast lying in the middle.

In this sky-high fire, Zhou also showed a gentle and bullying smile, and asked the strong man in front of him: "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

As he spoke, the lightning seemed to jump.

The leading strong man who was still shouting just now almost subconsciously took a step back, and then felt that this exposed his courage, so he shouted even louder: "You bastard, the lowest civilian with black hair and black eyes, dare to scare me!"

He kicked open the iron door that had been chopped dozens of times, gritted his teeth and shouted, raised the axe in his hand and chopped at the sickly young man in front of him.

Seeing that the axe was close to the skinny shoulder, it suddenly deviated and chopped on the wheelchair, where a small plastic flower was.

He thought he was seeing things, but in the blink of an eye, the axe was already in the young man's hand.

Zhou Ye's complexion was pale, and the joints of his hands were clearly visible from his sleeves. The axe was as big as a bull's head, and the wooden pole alone was thicker than his two hands put together.

Seeing this scene, the strong man was amused. After all, even if such a thin man took away his weapon, he would not be able to use it at all. He had no time to think - he opened his mouth with a wild laugh, and just a little arc, the disability he laughed at suddenly attacked with an axe, and the sound of breaking through the air fell on his body.

It was the sound of hard bones colliding with the axe, and the strong man saw blood gushing out afterwards. He wanted to cover it with his hands, but the whole person had already fallen down.

They have lived in this backward town for too long and have long forgotten what a gifted person can do. Perhaps seeing Siming lift a person up in the air that day was the limit of their imagination.

This tragic scene instantly shocked everyone. They had seen resistance before, but was this scene reasonable?

A man with paralyzed lower limbs, supporting his body with one hand, and holding a huge axe that was several times larger than his appearance with the other hand, almost constantly chopping at a piece of rotten meat.

They were even unwilling to admit that they had ever known the rotten meat.

Fortunately, the axe in Zhou Ye's hand treated them all equally.

When Chen Xichao rushed over, he saw the bloody scene of rotten meat all over the ground. He could hardly believe his eyes. Is this man covered in blood and flesh his angel?

He had been so kind that he forgave his offense. Thinking of the memory of that day when he was touched, Chen Xichao threw himself to Zhou Ye's side without hesitation and tried his best to pull the hand of the angel in his mind that was doing evil.

"You are not like this, Zhou Ye, do you still remember? You are the angel who saved me, you are the kindest."

"Calm down, I know you didn't mean it, you have to think about your past self, the kind and innocent Zhou Ye."

So noisy.

"The Zhou Ye who would forgive the offender even if he was hurt or misunderstood."

"You are a truly kind angel, who is willing to sacrifice yourself to help others. Do you still remember? Change back, please."

Zhou Ye turned around and chopped down with an axe.

Finally stopped arguing.

Zhou Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands covered with sticky liquid, rubbed his eyes, and opened them again. It seemed that multiple images were superimposed in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly.

Many chaotic and sharp words filled his ears, and the rationality that originally existed in his brain was strained. The pain exploded, and he dropped the axe and covered his ears, and the wheelchair fell to the side.

He closed his eyes tightly and wanted to escape everything, but even with his eyes closed, he still saw a child with black hair and black eyes.

In the flashback, he was patting a scarlet and bloody ball of flesh with an expression of incomparable innocence and happiness.

As the ball was hit, every time it touched the ground, more horrible blood seeped down. Under the attic, the blood bulged, and every time a grain of dirt grew, it uttered a resentful word.

"We can't get out... You led the way."

"It's all your fault!"

"Die, die, evil god!"

And above the attic, as if hearing these extremely painful words, the child actually smiled with joy and satisfaction.

Then, many resentful images that seemed to be chewed up violently attacked, almost dispersing the original memory. Zhou Ye's body went from curled up to completely stiff. He was completely unable to move, sweating profusely, and shivering.

The last picture is not continuous, and it is almost impossible to tell who is there, but in that memory.

Zhou Ye is definitely not kind.