◇ 【094】 Death is not the most terrible thing
Even though all eight of them were wearing black hoods that only revealed their eyes, Gu Juan still recognized the man at the back as Xia Zhili. He had never forgotten that Xia Zhili had tried to kill the old man.
"What do you want to do?" Zhang Muheng shouted coldly. Being hunted down by Xia Zhili's men once was one thing, but today, someone actually dared to brazenly come and kill them with iron rods. Did they really think the four great families were just decorations?
Han Lin and Li Ruicheng signaled Liu Hui, Zhang Cong and Liu Guang to move back.
The masked man ignored Zhang Muheng and waved his hand, saying, "Quick battle, quick decision!"
"Damn it! You're looking for death! Do you know who I am?" Li Ruicheng was furious and took off his coat and threw it on the ground.
"No matter whose mother you are, come on!" A cold and arrogant voice sounded.
"Okay, you have guts!" Li Ruicheng rushed over in anger.
Xi Lang stopped him and said, "You guys just drank quite a bit of wine. Xiaojuan and I will come and record the video." These eight people were all ancient martial artists, and Li Ruicheng and the others were no match for them.
Zhang Muheng and Han Lin looked at each other, had a vague guess in their minds, and quickly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
"Old man, Xia Zhili is a disaster and can't be kept here any longer!" While Gu Juan was transmitting the message, he had already jumped in front of the masked man and kicked him hard with his right foot.
The masked man in the front screamed, covered his abdomen and flew backwards seven or eight meters, landing on a black car parked on the side of the road with a "bang" sound.
"Wow!" Li Ruicheng exclaimed with his mouth wide open.
Zhang Muheng and Han Lin were as stunned as he was, and felt pain for the masked man.
"Xiaojuan, death is not the most terrible thing." He said, "Leave it to me." Xi Lang looked at Gu Juan suggestively.
The two nodded to each other and separated tacitly. Gu Juan dealt with the four masked men in front, while Xi Lang dealt with the four slightly behind.
Gu Juan knocked down two men in quick succession with a sweeping kick. His terrifying power and speed flustered the masked man. The owner of the arrogant voice glanced at Xia Zhili, then turned around and shouted, "Big Dipper Formation!"
Liu Hui and Zhang Cong looked at each other in bewilderment. The Big Dipper? Why did it have to be like something out of a martial arts drama? Had they not traveled through time?
"You don't know your own limitations." Gu Juan flashed and moved behind the man, and his palm hit his back as fast as the wind.
The man groaned and fell to the ground without saying a word, motionless.
Xi Lang turned around and got behind the masked man who was about to attack him from behind. He swept his long arm in the air, and the man's iron stick fell into his hand, hitting the three of them horizontally.
Xia Zhili narrowed his eyes, picked up an iron rod on the ground, held the rod in both hands, and attacked Xi Lang.
Xi Lang casually swung the iron rod in his hand to block his two iron rods.
Xia Zhili was so shocked that his palms went numb and he almost let go.
Xi Lang swung the iron rod again, and Xia Zhili's two iron rods flew out of his hands. He grabbed Xia Zhili's right wrist with his left hand, locked his right palm on Xia Zhili's dantian, and pushed out without hesitation.
"How dare you!" Xia Zhili screamed in horror, "I am——"
Xi Lang didn't give him a chance to reveal his identity and slapped him in the dantian.
Instantly, Xia Zhili felt as if his dantian was on fire. He clearly felt the loss of his internal energy. He subconsciously grabbed Xi Lang's right arm and said in fear, "No, you..."
Xi Lang smiled faintly and did not retract the strength in his hand.
Xia Zhili screamed and fainted.
Xi Lang looked back and saw that all the masked men had fainted.
"Rui Cheng, call the police."
"Alright!" Li Ruicheng secretly exclaimed in satisfaction, and quickly took out his cell phone to call the police, "Hello, is this the police station? This is..."
Zhang Muheng saved the video, walked over to Gu Juan and Xi Lang, and said excitedly, "Xi Lang, we've known for a long time that little Gu is very skilled. When did you become so skilled?"
Xi Lang and Gu Juan looked at each other.
"Could it be that Xiao Gu taught you that?" Han Lin teased.
Gu Juan and Xi Lang smiled but said nothing.
Zhang Muheng changed the subject thoughtfully.
When the police arrived, they saw this scene: eight hapless masked men were lying on the ground motionless, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. Next to them were eight people with outstanding temperaments leaning against a car and chatting calmly. There were dozens of onlookers a few meters away, taking a photo from time to time.
Zhang Zhidong recognized Shi Lang, Zhang Muheng and the other three, wiped his sweat secretly, and then walked over with his men.
"Third Young Master Xi, Young Master Zhang, Young Master Han, Second Young Master Li, this...they..."
Xi Lang nodded towards Han Lin.
"Don't worry, they're not dead, they just fainted. They'll wake up if you pinch their Ren Zhong point." Han Lin stepped forward and patted Zhang Zhidong on the shoulder. "Deputy Director Zhang, when did the security in this imperial capital get so bad? In this capital, who doesn't know Young Master Xi, who doesn't know me, Han Lin? And yet, in broad daylight, there are people who dare to block our way and kill us! This makes me wonder if they have some powerful backers. However, even if they have backers, they can't ignore the law and kill people and set fires! We have recorded what happened today with our mobile phones. We have video evidence to prove who is right and who is wrong. No matter who they are, no one can protect them!"
Zhang Zhidong's heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare interfere in the affairs of that circle. He was thankful that he was only a deputy director. If he couldn't make the decision, his superiors would step in. "Don't worry, Mr. Han. I will report this to the director immediately and ensure that this matter is thoroughly investigated. However, we would like to trouble you to come with us and take a statement so that we can quickly ascertain the truth."
Han Lin smiled and nodded, "No problem, we are all good citizens, of course we will cooperate with your work. We all drove here by ourselves, you lead the way, and we will follow."
Zhang Zhidong breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, please." He waved his hands repeatedly, signaling his men to quickly carry the unconscious people into the car.
While Xi Lang was driving, Gu Juan called Han Lin and said, "Brother Han, the old man and I won't be going to the police station. You, Brother Zhang, and Brother Li should take care of it. Call me and the old man if you have any questions."
"Well, you guys go back and leave this to us," Han Lin said. Today was Xi Lang and Gu Juan's wedding day, and going to the police station was not a good sign.
At the intersection, the convoy split into two groups. Gu Juan and Xi Lang's car headed towards the suburbs.
Xi Lang sped up the car, held Gu Juan's hand, and interlocked their fingers.
Gu Juan leaned over and pecked him on the face.
Xia Zhili's martial arts were abolished by them, which was not without consequences, but neither of them wanted to mention something that would spoil the fun.
When they returned home, the villa was quiet. Everyone else had gone to bed and left the lights on for them.
Xi Lang pushed Gu Juan against the wall and leaned over to kiss her.
Even through the clothes, Gu Juan could feel his scorching body temperature and was a little eager to move. She reached out and pushed him away, "What's the hurry? You haven't showered yet. Go back to your room first."
"Xiaojuan, I've been holding it in for a long time." Xi Lang didn't move. He held his face and kissed him fiercely on the lips. His tongue moved back and forth in his mouth several times before he eased his desire a little. "Let's go back to the room."
After returning to the room, Gu Juan found her pajamas and went into the bathroom. Before she could close the door, someone squeezed in.
"Let's take a shower together." Xi Lang took off his clothes and looked at him calmly.
Gu Juan picked up the shower head, turned on the water valve, and sprayed him in the face, "Hehehe..."
Xi Lang put the shower head back in place, adjusted the water temperature, and pushed him to stand under the shower head.
In the hazy mist, two slender figures were tightly entangled...
Gu Juan was awakened by the pain in his waist. Thinking back to last night's passion, his face burned hot enough to cook an egg. Last night, he realized his husband was a reserved and flirtatious person. Not only did he flirt with her without asking for money, he even used the cheesy term "wife" and resorted to extreme means to force him to call him "husband"...
Dispelling the memories from his mind, he tilted his head to look. The old man was still asleep, lying on his side facing him, a smile on his lips. He wondered if he had a sweet dream. One arm was wrapped around his waist, and one leg was pressed against his thigh.
He stretched out his finger and gently poked the corner of the old man's mouth.
Xi Lang still didn't wake up, but subconsciously tightened his embrace and said drowsily, "Juanbao, sleep a little longer..."
"Juan Bao?" This was a name that hadn't even appeared last night, when the two of them were at their most excited. Gu Juan's ears burned, and his heart beat like a drum. He moved his head closer to the old man, took his lips in his, and bit them gently.
Xi Lang slowly opened his eyes. Even though his lover quickly moved away, he still caught the love in his eyes.
"It's almost noon, why aren't you getting up yet?" Gu Juan pushed him.
"One more time." Xi Lang let go of him slightly, not giving him a chance to refuse, and turned over to press on him...
In the restaurant downstairs, a sumptuous meal has been placed on the table.
Mrs. Xi looked at the two empty chairs and waved her hand, "Come on, let's not wait for them. Let's eat first."
…
After the passion, Gu Juan struggled to crawl out from under Xi Lang, grabbed the electronic clock on the bedside table, and stared with wide eyes.
“14:21!”
Xi Lang leaned lazily on the pillow, a look of satisfaction on his face. He pulled him back into his arms, pecking his lips from time to time. "Since it's already past noon, it doesn't make any difference whether it's 2:21 PM or 6:21 PM."
Gu Juan kicked him speechlessly.
Xi Lang grabbed his legs through the thin blanket and asked, "Is your waist no longer sore?"
"How many times have I said 'stop'? You said it yourself!" Gu Juan wanted to settle the score with him.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Xi Lang reached under the thin blanket, moved the man to lie on top of him, rested his head on his chest, and gently massaged his waist.
Gu Juan relaxed on his firm chest, hugged his waist with her arms, and felt at peace and fulfilled in her heart.
"Little family."
"Hmm?" Gu Juan lay lazily without looking up.
"I love you."
Gu Juan was slightly startled, hummed, and kissed his chest closest to his heart.
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