Chapter 171: Little Sister
Although Yin Dong's attack on Qi Zhenlei was truly self-defense, he was afraid that once this matter fermented, the facts would be distorted and it would become a case of the son of an official bullying the weak, and he would not be able to justify himself even if he was right.
The group of people underground didn't express their opinions. Jiang Yuan's worry was written all over her face. She shouted at them, "Are you deaf? I advise you not to offend him. You all know his identity now, right? Simply put, he wants you dead tonight, and you won't live to see tomorrow morning. I kindly advise you not to waste your time on the road to heaven and go to the underworld instead."
When Jiang Yuan spoke, in order to increase his momentum, the expression on his face naturally tried his best to show ferocity.
While she was saying these harsh words, Yin Dong stared at her without blinking until her cheeks flushed.
Jiang Yuan glared at him with anger, and asked him silently with her eyes: Why are you looking at me?
He pressed the tip of his tongue against his chin, trying to hold back a smile, and that hint of mocking smile slowly overflowed from the corners of his narrow eyes. Jiang Yuan's face turned even redder, because she understood the expression on his face. She guessed that he must be cursing her in his heart: a bully who relies on the power of others.
What she didn't know was that the word that suddenly popped up in his mind at this moment was: little gangster.
She looked like she'd been in a lot of fights. Had she always loved fighting? What was wrong with her?
His gaze slowly fell on the vase on the table. He twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at her and asked, "Did you develop this habit of hitting people with weapons at every turn since you were a kid?"
"Um?"
Jiang Yuan's sharp nerves had actually already reached the street downstairs. The sirens stopped, and she guessed that those people had probably gotten out of the car by then.
She glanced at him. He looked at her calmly, still waiting for her to reply. She replied without thinking: "If I had your boxing skills, would I need to rely on external forces?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Want to learn from me?"
Jiang Yuan had never thought about it, but when he mentioned it, her mind really became active.
She didn't say anything, but he easily understood her expression. He said calmly, "I don't accept disciples."
There was a crowd downstairs, and she heard a group of people coming in. Jiang Yuan didn't want to talk to him about this, so she replied hastily: "If you don't want to teach me, then don't teach me."
He is not the only one who knows Kung Fu.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap, his voice low and ambiguous: "It's not that we can't discuss it, it depends on your performance."
Jiang Yuan wants to die.
The group of people on the ground looked dumbfounded, their mouths suddenly dry.
Especially that woman, she stared at Jiang Yuan with eyes as if she was spitting fire. Are all the young men from the courtyards in the north city so good at flirting?
"Dong Dong Dong"
There were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Jiang Yuan judged from the footsteps that there were not many people coming up, and it seemed that there were only two.
She jumped up from Yin Dong's legs, her eyelids drooped, and her expression instantly became gloomy, as if she was changing her face.
Yin Dong glanced at her and slowly raised his eyes to look at the stairs.
As expected, there were only two people. Jiang Yuan recognized that one of them was Qi Fushan, who was wearing a modified Zhongshan suit, had a slicked-back hair, and a ring on his hand. She did not recognize the other middle-aged man who was wearing an executive jacket.
As soon as Qi Fushan came up, he quickly scanned the situation in front of him. His eyes fell on Qi Zhenlei, but he only lingered for a moment before looking away.
Qi Zhenlei was still kneeling on the ground, clutching his knees, and yelled in frustration, "Dad!"
Although he was not sure if his father's coming would be of any use, he had never suffered such humiliation before. His own son was beaten like this on his own turf, so his father had to vent his anger on him, right?
His face was covered in blood from forehead to nose to chin, which looked horrifying. He licked his face and looked at his father.
Unfortunately, Qi Fushan didn't even look at him, as if he hadn't heard him at all. He took two steps to Yin Dong, leaned forward slightly, and greeted him with a respectful smile: "Mr. Yin, I'm so sorry. I was just at the police station, and I was delayed there by an emergency. I just rushed here now. Did you come all the way from North City? You didn't even say hello. A guest is a guest, and I'm really sorry for not welcoming you."
Jiang Yuan guessed that during the time that Qi Fushan, the old fox, was "detained", he must have gone to verify Yin Dong's identity, and he must have come prepared.
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