Xu Yao followed his gaze and was slightly taken aback.
He then suppressed a laugh and gently touched Qin Yumo's arm.
Qin Yumo turned her head in confusion, following their gaze—
Not far away, behind a flower bed by the roadside, a familiar figure was furtively peeking out, craning its neck to look in their direction.
Who else could it be but Du Zhe, who was "coaxed" away?!
That guy thought he was hiding well, but little did he know that under the bright streetlights, his slicked-back hair reflected the light, making him as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.
Zhou Yang, Xu Yao, and Qin Yumo all stopped in their tracks, their faces showing utter speechlessness, and they all shook their heads.
Qin Yumo felt her face burning, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
Du! Zhe! You persistent, idiot! Are you some kind of clingy pest?! You're utterly disgraceful!
Just as Qin Yumo was about to perform a "stone-crushing" act to vent her frustration, Zhou Yang's expression suddenly changed!
It was an almost beast-like intuition. After he acquired the "pluck leaves and fly flowers" skill, not only his eyesight but also his perception of the surrounding environment became incredibly sharp.
At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, clearly capturing the spot directly above Du Zhe's slicked-back hair.
A dark shape was falling at an alarming speed—it was a ceramic flowerpot the size of a bowl.
Holy crap, is this murder?!
The thought flashed through Zhou Yang's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it in detail.
The flowerpot fell at an incredible speed, accompanied by the sound of the wind, and was about to have a "close encounter" with Du Zhe's head!
In a flash, Zhou Yang's gaze sharpened, and almost instinctively, his right hand swept across the bushes in the roadside green belt, and a bright green leaf was already caught between his fingers.
With a barely perceptible flick of his wrist, the seemingly delicate leaf produced a sharp, piercing sound as it shot out like a streak of emerald lightning with a "whoosh!"
"Snap!"
A crisp, teeth-grinding popping sound rang out!
The shooting leaves, like bullets fired from a gun, struck the rapidly falling flowerpot with incredible precision!
The sturdy ceramic flowerpot shattered instantly, exploding into countless fragments!
"Splash—"
The soil in the flowerpot, along with a poor succulent plant, mixed with ceramic shards, poured over Du Zhe like a "mud rain"!
"Holy shit!"
Du Zhe felt a sudden heaviness on his head, followed by darkness before his eyes, and then his head and face were covered in a cold, wet sensation, accompanied by the pungent smell of earth.
He was so startled by the sudden "attack" that he stumbled and instinctively covered his head, looking utterly disheveled, like a drowned rat just pulled from a mud pit.
Fortunately, apart from the damage to his appearance, he did not suffer any physical harm.
This sudden scene stunned everyone present!
Xu Yao's mouth opened into an "O" shape, her beautiful eyes wide open, almost unable to believe her eyes.
Qin Yumo was completely dumbfounded. She vaguely caught Zhou Yang raising his hand, but the speed was so fast that she thought she was seeing things.
But now, looking at Du Zhe's "appalling" state, and recalling that crisp sound just now...
Could it be... him?
A flowerpot was broken by a single leaf?! How is that possible?!
Du Zhe, covered in mud and succulent remains, looked up in a daze, his head spinning.
Apart from a few wires, there wasn't a single thing.
But the wet, heavy feeling on his head and body, and the earthy smell in the air, all reminded him that what had just happened was not a dream!
"Ah—! Which bastard threw something from a high-rise building?! Trying to kill me?!"
Du Zhe snapped out of his daze and angrily jumped up and down, cursing loudly.
Qin Yumo's pretty face instantly darkened, turning icy cold.
Although she despised Du Zhe, that idiot, to the extreme and even wished he would disappear from her sight as soon as possible.
But seeing him nearly killed by a falling object, her anger flared up instantly!
This is no longer a simple prank, but a blatant attempted murder!
"Security! Where are the security guards?! Where did they all go?!"
Qin Yumo shouted sharply, her voice shrill with anger.
"Investigate immediately! Find out exactly where this flowerpot fell from! If I find out who did it, I'll make sure they pay!"
Several mall security guards who were patrolling nearby heard the noise and came running over.
It turned out to be an object thrown from a high-rise building, and the victim was none other than Du Zhe, the eldest son of the famous Du family.
Several security guards were so frightened that they almost performed a "soul-stirring, ascension" act on the spot.
"President Qin! Young Master Du! Don't worry! We'll investigate immediately!"
The head security captain bowed and scraped, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
"We will! We will definitely find that lawless murderer!"
After saying that, he led his men and rushed to the office building next door.
Qin Yumo snorted inwardly, her expression softening slightly.
However, at that moment, the style of the story suddenly changed.
The victim, Du Zhe, stared wide-eyed at Zhou Yang.
Where was the resentment and provocation from before in those eyes? In their place was an almost fanatical worship and... sparkling excitement.
"Holy crap, man! You...you...you...what was that just now?! That was awesome! Absolutely stunning!"
Du Zhe didn't even bother to wipe the mud off his face. He rushed over to Zhou Yang in a few steps, so excited that he was incoherent and drooling.
"Did you see that? That leaf, with a 'whoosh,' shattered the flowerpot! It's even more incredible than those martial arts movies I've seen! Could... could you show me that trick again?"
Zhou Yang was a little stunned by his sudden enthusiasm, and his lips twitched slightly.
He took a half step back, dodging the barrage of spittle, and uttered two words expressionlessly: "No."
This idiot's thought process is truly extraordinary.
He almost got his head smashed open, but now he's not thinking about finding the culprit. Instead, he's become interested in his savior's "kung fu".
You're insane!
"No! Boss!"
Upon hearing this, Du Zhe was not discouraged at all; instead, he became even more enthusiastic.
His face, covered in mud, smiled like a blooming trumpet flower, and his tone carried an undeniable domineering air.
"Yes, absolutely! Show me another trick, and I'll give you ten million! How about it?!"
Seeing that Zhou Yang remained unmoved, he seemed to think that the price was an insult to "divine methods".
He gritted his teeth, held up two fingers, and announced with great pride.
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