The scattered red petals flew away with the car
Yu Zou followed the direction they had left in, but the two had vanished as if into thin air. He had no choice but to return to the hall and look again. There, two bodyguards stood behind the red railings on either side, holding feather fans in black silk gloves, their champagne-colored suits sparkling with fine diamonds, and their eyes looking weak and unfocused beneath elaborate gemstone headdresses.
Yu Zou was even more puzzled and walked over to ask uncertainly, "C8?"
He recognized him too, but only smiled at Yu Zou without replying.
Yu Zou understood and handed over a blue chip. The bodyguard moved the red railing aside and helped C8 off the platform to Yu Zou's side.
C8 gently shook her feather fan, her soft voice as gentle as a feather: "Want to do something together? Want to make a bet? Today's lucky number is 9, and my birthday happens to be in September."
"No need, just give me a room." Yu Zou confirmed that C8 was the other Omega who had just spoken to Fang Bu, and his situation didn't seem as good as Fang Bu's.
C8 immediately fell silent, the feather fan hovering in front of his chin, and he lowered his head.
The bodyguard led the two upstairs, swiped the swipe card to open the door for Yu Zou, and closed it again after they went inside. At that moment, the door to the opposite room opened, and another bodyguard came out. The two exchanged a glance and then walked in different directions. Inside the room, the cashmere carpet was white and soft, far less so than the delicate legs lying on it. The Omega, dressed in a white dress, rested her head gently on the armrest of the leather sofa. Her hand, holding a cigar, rested on her dark head, and even the fine ash falling in front of her could not cause her the slightest ripple.
The man on the sofa crossed one leg, his gray striped suit wrinkled slightly, and he lightly touched a scar under his left eye with his finger. His eyes, surrounded by fine lines, remained intense as he stared intently at a gambling game in the lobby on the first floor.
The neatly arranged gambling tables in the lobby resembled a beehive, with both sides merely worker bees bringing wealth to the building; no one could truly win the sweet taste of money.
Knowing that life is more precious than money, they still can't help but risk their lives for it.
Among the stack of gold coins, none of them are special, but a piece of jade stands out, especially the jade intended for playing Russian roulette.
Du Pianjian loaded three bullets into the revolver, tested it, tied the silk scarf in front of her eyes, and closed the magazine with one hand. Six targets appeared one after another. The first shot hit the bullseye, the second shot hit the bullseye, and Du Pianjian quickly aimed at her temple and fired the third shot. Before anyone could even take a breath, the fourth shot was fired, and both shots missed. The fifth shot hit the bullseye, and Du Pianjian turned to the waiter and slowly fired the sixth shot, pulling off the silk scarf covering her eyes, wrapping the gun around her, and handing it back to her.
Luo Zangqi's hand, which was holding a cigar, slid down, turned the girl's head towards him, and said, "He looks much like you."
The girl remained silent, like a doll.
Luo Zangqi smiled, as if it were a common occurrence. He touched the glands on the back of her neck; there were two long cuts, one above the other, their color much lighter than yesterday, and one day they would be invisible. He then said, like a kind elder, "Wouldn't you look even more like one when you smile, hmm?"
He received the three black chips, which, before they even touched the warmth of the Du Pianjian paper, were casually stuffed into his pocket. Yu Zou opened several gambling games, winning more than he lost, but he found it too slow and left to gamble on fate. However, when he returned, Yu Zou was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey, where are you?" Du Pianjian asked, holding up her phone as she walked toward the restroom.
"I'm on the second floor, about to go exchange my pipa. Could you wait a moment?"
"Yes, I'm not feeling well. I'll wait for you in the car."
Where do you feel unwell?
"Disgusting." Du Pianjian walked out of the hall, still unable to shake off the sticky gaze.
"I'll take care of myself as soon as possible."
Yu Zou put down the phone and looked at C8. He got straight to the point and mentioned Fang Bu's name, but C8 firmly denied it, saying they weren't familiar with each other and were just ordinary colleagues. He didn't have time to waste here. He didn't know how Du Pianjian would behave during his heat, but he couldn't leave him alone outside like this.
“I’m Yu Zou. Fang Bu might have mentioned my name to you. My number hasn’t changed. If he needs money, he can contact me.” Yu Zou stood up and straightened his clothes. “I believe this is a better option than this place.”
C8 was moved and stood up to approach Yu Zou. Yu Zou stepped back, but C8 moved even closer, grabbed his arm, and whispered, his lips almost touching the buttons of Yu Zou's shirt, "Yu Zou, I know you. There are surveillance cameras here, and I can't do anything about it."
Yu Zou pulled him to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on his bracelet, activated the blocking mode, and said, "You can talk about it without worry now."
C8 was still worried, so he turned on the tap. Amidst the rushing water, he said, "Fang Bu borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates to treat his brother's illness. To pay off the debt, he worked everywhere and even resorted to selling pheromones."
Where are they now?
"Fang Bu and I lived in the staff dormitory together, but I've never met his brother. He's probably been detained by loan sharks."
Why are you here?
"I also have debts."
"May I have your name?"
C8 looked up, her eyes slightly moving, her thin skin revealing her ribs below her collarbone, and a smirk played on her lips as she jokingly asked, "Will you help me too? If you can't, it'll be better for you to be a guest and a waiter."
"If I can do it."
"Tong Mu".
The instant the sound of the water stopped, a black hand shot straight for the neck, the movement clean and swift. Du Pianjian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he tilted his head, lowered his shoulder, grabbed the wrist, and threw the man, who was twice his size, onto the toilet floor, the stall door rattling loudly.
Fists tore through the air, blood filled the tiles, and the narrow space became a prison for life-or-death struggle. Du Pianjian won again, and after confirming that his opponent could not move, he dragged a "Under Repair" sign out of the tool shed and placed it at the door.
"Who sent you?" Du Pianjian looked down at him condescendingly.
The man in black had unfocused pupils and breathed heavily like an old air conditioner, but he didn't answer. Du Pianjian already had the answer in her heart: ten years of constant harassment and attempts to silence him, and now he was still able to track her down even after she went abroad, like a poisonous vine she couldn't shake off.
Du Pianjian tore off a piece of toilet paper, glanced at his watch, wrote down the time, and tossed it down. The paper fluttered to his chest, and the pen cap returned to its original position.
The corridor was silent. Before his footsteps had even fully landed, a new killing intent erupted from both sides. Two dark figures, accompanied by a gust of wind, pounced out, their ruthless and precise aim aimed at Du Pianjian from above and below. Du Pianjian neither dodged nor hid, but met the attack head-on. He heard the crisp sound of bones cracking, but not the screams of agony.
In the distance of the corridor, where the battlefield was still lurking, a man calmly raised his hand. In his hand was a silenced pistol, its dark muzzle gleaming coldly in the lamplight. Almost the instant he spotted him, Du Pianjian grabbed the arm of the nearest man and slammed him towards the gunman like a sack of potatoes, his lowered body following closely like a nimble leopard. The opponent, clearly also professionally trained, adjusted his angle slightly before firing a shot.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Du Pianjian had already rushed in front of him, his left hand striking the end of the black glove with a powerful upward parry, while his right shoulder slammed into the man's chest. The man's body arched uncontrollably, his eyes bulging, and cold sweat pouring down his face. In that instant, Du Pianjian snatched the gun, removed the silencer, and fired a shot into the man's leg.
A loud gunshot echoed throughout the corridor, and more people surged out from both sides, constantly rushing forward and falling down. Du Pianjian fought his way through, descending the stairs to the parking lot. A notification popped up on his wristband, and Du Pianjian noticed a knife wound on his left arm. Yu Zou had messaged him saying he was heading towards the parking lot.
The cut wasn't deep, but it still drew blood.
Du Pianjian made a phone call to Yu Zou to wait for him at the main gate. He took out an alcohol gauze from the emergency kit to wrap the wound, took an inhibitor, and finally checked his appearance in the rearview mirror before driving out of the underground garage.
Yu Zou leaned against the stone pillar at the door, accompanied by a champagne-colored figure. The woman holding the feather fan turned her head and gently tugged at Yu Zou's sleeve. Yu Zou obediently leaned down and listened to her speak.
The car braked suddenly in front of the door, and the window slowly rolled down. Du Pianjian looked over, and Yu Zou immediately got out with a smile, his arm resting on the window, his excitement barely concealed: "We'll receive the pipa when we get home."
Du Pianjian remained expressionless, neither looking at him nor responding, staring straight at the person on the steps. He gathered his feather shawl, smiled and waved at him, his lips parting slightly to utter the two words "Goodbye."
A blatant provocation. Du Pianjian's knuckles protruded from the steering wheel, almost bursting through his thin skin.
"Pianjian! How did you get hurt?" Yu Zou exclaimed in surprise, his outstretched hand stopping restrainedly a centimeter away from the wound.
Blood seeped through the gauze, but Du Pianjian ignored it and told Yu Zou to get in the car first.
The car sped up, and Yu Zou's breathing quickened. He tried to speak several times, but seeing Du Pianjian's reluctance to talk, he chose to remain silent and close his eyes. In a daze, he unconsciously drifted off to sleep, his face growing increasingly flushed, his forehead beaded with sweat, as if he were in his most vulnerable period.
Du Pianjian glanced at Yu Zou, then looked in the rearview mirror. Yu Zou was ultimately affected by his pheromones, and to make matters worse, a black SUV was following closely behind. After calling out twice without a response and confirming that Yu Zou was completely asleep, Du Pianjian shifted gears, accelerated, signaled, and overtook the car in one smooth motion, weaving through the traffic like a fish onto the coastal mountain road.
I tried to shake them off with speed, but I couldn't.
The other party seemed to know Du Pianjian's temperament very well and was certain that he would take such a strategy. Three more cars drove out from the side road, forming a pincer movement, and the five cars in the pursuit drove into the tunnel together.
Gunshots rang out, the rear window shattered, and several more shots followed, the rear side window also piercing through. Du Pianjian jerked the steering wheel, the car roaring as it crashed into the side car, squeezing against the tunnel wall to stop another vehicle. Roses were flung onto the car window, shards of glass cutting the petals, and then flung out of the car in the gale, scattering sparks everywhere.
As the car sped out of the tunnel through the gap, its left rear tire was hit by a bullet and burst. The car instantly went out of control and veered off course, leaving a long S-shaped trail on the road. Finally, by gently pressing the accelerator, the car managed to maintain a strange balance.
The speed dropped sharply, and the pursuers were fast approaching.
There's always a way out; a fork in the road appeared ahead. Du Pianjian immediately accelerated, bringing the car closer to the cliff side before entering the curve. Sparks flew as the wheels rubbed against the ground. In the instant his vision was blocked by the mountain wall and trees, he slammed on the accelerator, quickly shifted gears, and turned off the headlights. Before losing control, the car plunged into the bushes on the outside of the curve, countless branches slicing through the windshield. Once he was sure he was deep enough, he immediately turned off the engine.
Du Pianjian used the light from his phone screen to illuminate the emergency kit, found the inhibitor, and injected it into Yu Zou. Then he pulled out the pistol from his waistband, staring intently at the back of the car. All the sounds around him were amplified, and car lights flashed past his eyes from time to time. The sound of sudden braking was as long as an airplane contrail.
Half an hour passed, and all was quiet.
Du Pianjian got out of the car and, despite knowing that the wheels were severely damaged and the doors were completely deformed, still changed the tire to the spare in preparation for escape.
Calling the police or asking for help were not options in his mind at all.
Du Pianjian leaned against the car body, looked up and glimpsed a sliver of moon through the dense forest, no different from any other moon he had ever seen before. He had been bitten by a mosquito on his neck, and pressed his fingernail to make a crescent-shaped mark. The roses on the back seat of the car had long since become tattered, so he took them out and threw them all away.
Yu Zou's condition inside the car did not improve; his high fever worsened. Du Pianjian opened the car door and leaned against the seat, feeling all of Yu Zou's clothes. There were no documents, no USB drive, no business cards. So why was he standing with C8?
Du Pianjian pulled up the video from the car's dashcam, pressed the button on her phone, and after three beeps, the other end answered, asking with a dazed expression, as if just woken from a dream, "Pianjian?"
Do you remember this person?
A screenshot of C8 supporting Yu Zou was sent over, and the person on the other end remained silent for almost a minute before asking uncertainly, "Did he cheat on me?"
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