[Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Being sold to the Golden Triangle: The sadistic story of Bai Yueguang (34)]
I lowered the car window a little bit so I could just hear the footsteps getting closer.
On the reclining chair, a charming woman was pinned down by a handsome man.
The man's shirt buttons were undone, revealing a large area of his white chest.
The ambiguity that caught the eye did not warm up the cramped space, but instead exuded a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
"Have you thought it over, young master?" Yan Qing pressed Rossier towards him, and the blade of his right hand left a small wound on his chest.
A drop of blood oozed out of the tip of the red jade and dripped onto her heart as his chest pressed closer.
Rosier's eyebrows were shrouded in gloom, he pursed his lips grimly, and snorted softly: "I hope you are lucky enough."
"It's definitely harder than the young master's gun." Yan Qing bent his knees and put them close to his lower body, his eyes full of teasing.
With a coquettish smile, she forcefully pressed the back of the man's head again, her thin lips brushing across the side of his face. She looked lazy and relaxed, as if she was not a deserter who was being hunted.
Rosier grabbed her wrist that was holding the butterfly knife, bent down and bit her neck fiercely.
Like a wild beast that wanted to bite off her neck.
Yan Qing pushed her knees forward, and the man’s most vulnerable part was almost destroyed in her hands.
If you want her to suffer a loss, you have to ask for some interest from him.
Rosier's groan of pain was drowned out by the noisy banging on the windows outside.
"Whoever's inside, come out quickly for inspection!" the person guarding the car door shouted impatiently.
Roxelle gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Qing gloomily. He freed his right hand that was pressing on her shoulder, and manipulated the glass up and down to clamp the hand of the person who was banging on the window.
Rolling down the car window, he said coldly: "Get lost!"
The people outside who were furious and were about to drag him out of the car turned pale with fear when they saw who he was.
"Who is so spoiling the fun?" Yan Qing asked in a delicate voice in Chinese.
People outside could guess what the two were doing by the sound.
"No, don't disturb the Major General."
The man who had been so arrogant just now immediately stammered and apologized, not even daring to look inside for another second, and hurriedly left with his people.
The nickname of the young master of the general's mansion had long spread throughout the Golden Triangle. How could they dare to offend such a distinguished guest?
If they really offend the General's Mansion, they will be severely punished in the court.
Unfortunately, the men didn't get far before they were shot dead at the other end of the alley.
Under the cover of the silencer, the sound of the gunfire was infinitely reduced and did not alarm other people in the Thunder Eagle Hall.
After the crisis was resolved, Yan Qing pushed the man onto the steering wheel and wiped his chest muscles with the butterfly knife in his hand.
"I can't repay you for saving my life, so I'll use this knife to repay you."
Putting the butterfly knife into the man's hand, she quickly passed it across his waist.
Rossier, who thought she was going to grab the gun, attacked her quickly. Yan Qing quickly dodged by turning her head to the side and took the opportunity to pinch his buttocks.
The car door swung open, she rolled down, blew a hooligan whistle, and praised generously, "Young Master, you have a nice butt."
Without even glancing at the man's dark face, she quickly disappeared into the dark alley at night.
In the car, Rosier clenched the butterfly knife she left behind and punched the steering wheel. His shirt with the buttons torn off could not cover his thin, sexy chest.
The bright red dogwood was still oozing blood.
At this moment, he looked like he had been ravaged.
He tilted his head to look at his left hand. The wound on his wrist, which was bleeding a lot, looked serious, but it was actually not deep.
But if the sharp tip of the knife had moved a little further forward, it would have easily cut his tendons.
Yan Qing's oriental beauty reminded Luo Xier of their first meeting.
At that time, I just took a quick glance and didn't pay much attention to it.
The woman's frivolous teasing before leaving made Rossier's handsome face even more gloomy.
He straightened his clothes a little, sat in the driver's seat, and tapped slowly with his fingers on the steering wheel.
The slightly closed eyes seem to be dozing, or thinking.
"Master." An inconspicuous face appeared outside the car window, "We've lost the person."
The big man in the black suit was filled with murderous aura, and was like a secret guard beside Rossier.
He lowered his head and waited for punishment.
Rosier opened his eyes and glanced at his bleeding ear, frowning: "Got it."
"Do you need to investigate her background, and then--"
The man thought of the previous confrontation, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Luo Xier played with the butterfly knife left by Yan Qing for a while before speaking: "No need, I will handle it myself."
How could he bear to let the person who brought him such a great humiliation die in the hands of others?
The young man, whose appearance was as stunning as that of a god, had a sick and sinister smile on his face.
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Rosier showed up in the Thunder Eagle Hall territory in the middle of the night, obviously he had some unspeakable secret.
To avoid being silenced, after Yan Qing left his sight, he took advantage of the cover of night and quickly ran into a dark alley.
Not long after, he sensed someone following him.
Relying on cheating in the system map, she dodged the shooting from behind and turned around to shoot the man.
I don't know whether she was hit or not, because she took the opportunity to escape.
During the confrontation in the car, Rosier had the opportunity to kill her.
But the consequence of that would definitely be a lose-lose situation.
The last time we met, he went to Yuanlong Club to hire someone to kill someone, and now that we meet here, he can't be hiring someone to deal with his father for a large sum of money again.
The fact that they could meet here showed that they were destined to be together.
Yan Qing's mind flashed with the young man's handsome face that was not like an ordinary person, and he was looking forward to their next meeting.
It was already the second night when she returned to City B. She walked to the apartment where she used to live in a familiar way and sneaked in without alerting the guards in the courtyard.
Follow Xiaoba's navigation and go to the greenhouse on the southwest side.
It was pitch black everywhere, only here it was as bright as day.
The tall man stood beside her favorite rattan chair, looking at the scorching rose in front of him.
It was planted by Yan Qing himself while he was transferred here from the hospital to recuperate after he blocked the bullet for Mr. Hu.
The Red Patriarch, her favorite breed.
Now it has become a piece of decadent beauty.
Yan Qing did not try to hide his figure, and fired a shot at his side.
Mr. Hu did not hide.
"I'm back." He turned around and looked at Yan Qing, a breeze blowing through his smoky gray eyes, leaving ripples.
With his left hand on the edge of the rattan chair back, he stood quietly in the light, with a sea of red behind him.
His sharp eyes lowered and melted into gentleness, with a faint smile on his lips.
Yan Qing felt that he was a little dazzling at the moment.
"Sir." She took a few steps forward and jumped into the man's arms, hooking her legs around his waist to support her body weight.
Mr. Hu caught her steadily and looked at her face greedily.
Yan Qing hugged his neck tightly, leaned close to his face, and asked seductively: "Do you know Freud's three principles of human body structure?"
The man tilted his head, raised an eyebrow, and waited for her to continue.
Her cheeks dimple slightly, her red lips slightly parted: "It is the self, the ego and--"
"Superego."
The two deliberately emphasized words blended into each other's breath.
The night is quiet, but people are passionate.
The atmosphere was just right.
Yan Qing was gently carried to the rattan chair.
(I caught a cold from the rain, and I have a headache. There is only one chapter today.)
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