Chapter 141 The Akina Mountain Speed King 007 takes matters into his own hands and pries them open one by one...
"Uncle, I'm here to solicit customers too, but I'm worried I won't be able to get any. Can you teach me some tips?"
Jiang Yang was charming, and her voice carried just the right amount of shyness.
Seeing his smiling face, the middle-aged man chuckled and slapped his thigh, saying, "That's great! Now I'll have company here. Those guys over there don't even talk to me." As he spoke, he subconsciously looked to the other side.
The Lock of Desire in 007's hand had already been unfurled. Jiang Yang stepped forward at the opportune moment to block his view, and flattered him with a light touch, saying, "Maybe you're afraid of stealing business. Only you are kind enough to teach me."
“Young man, you have a good way with words and a promising future. Well then, let me teach you.”
The middle-aged man revealed a look of confidence and shared his insights without reservation: "Some of the motorcycle taxi drivers who wear suits and ties don't know how to ride. We have to pick the ones who carry bags, walk in a hurry, and have an accent. They're more likely to be successful."
"What if you don't understand?"
"So what if you don't understand? He knows where he's going. Just deliver it to him."
Jiang Yang kept an eye on 007's situation; the chains had already entangled those dangerous individuals.
A short scream got stuck in his throat, but luckily the uncle was talking to him enthusiastically and didn't notice.
At this moment, the train's bright lights had already pierced the surrounding darkness, and the rails emitted a piercing screeching sound amidst the violent tremors.
"I have a feeling something fell down over there."
To be precise, 007, along with his chain, was thrown off the platform. At the same moment, a locomotive roared in with a gust of wind, and the speeding train, accompanied by a tremendous noise, also covered up the crushed body in the middle of the tracks.
007 retracted the chains, blood dripping from the dark metal surface mixed with bits of flesh, and shook them forcefully.
No, I don't think so.
Jiang Yang replied without changing his expression. Just then, the car door in front opened and a passenger got off with his luggage. He reacted quickly: "Uncle, you're going to work. Which one do you want?"
The middle-aged man's attention was instantly diverted. He squinted at the passengers getting off the bus one after another, and pointed: "That one in the floral shirt, looking around like that, he must be in a hurry and can't find his way."
"Alright, I'm off then."
Jiang Yang naturally wouldn't solicit customers. He pretended to take two steps in that direction, but actually circled around and moved closer to 007.
After such a workout, 007 couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes. Jiang Yang stared straight at him, and he forced himself to ask, "What's wrong, puppy?"
"On the face."
Several bloodstains were splattered on the white mask, but he didn't understand Jiang Yang's meaning and tilted his head in confusion, letting out an "Ah".
His bewildered and clueless look was like that of a silly little dog who went out to play and got himself all dirty without even realizing it.
It was barking like a puppy, so it was hard to tell who the dog was.
Jiang Yang resignedly pinched his sleeve, the fabric rubbing against the mask's surface. He inexplicably had the illusion of touching human skin, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.
Okay.
There was still some red stain on the mask, and Jiang Yang tried to wipe it off for a long time but couldn't get it clean, so she simply gave up.
"Having Yangyang as my boyfriend is so wonderful."
Jiang Yang glanced at him helplessly, her eyes curving into crescents beneath the 007 mask, and said, "Alright, let's go out first."
There was a long staircase leading to the exit. When the two reached the steps, the uncle was leading a chubby boy in a school uniform up the stairs with a big smile.
The blue and white school uniform was faded from washing, but there were several dark brown stains on the pockets and trouser legs, like dried blood.
The most horrifying thing was his neck. The broken ends were jagged, and the bare, white cervical vertebrae swayed in the air as the chubby boy bent over to climb the stairs. Where his head should have been was empty.
"Ji..." Jiang Yang subconsciously turned to the side to search, the name that came to his lips took a turn, and he whispered, "0...0...007..."
007 naturally took his hand, her gaze also fixed on the figure in front of her, her tone serious: "I saw it."
Little Fatty seemed to sense something, stopped on the steps and turned around. Even though he had no eyes, Jiang Yang felt a chilling sense of being seen through.
The middle-aged man, oblivious to what was happening, stopped and turned to greet Jiang Yang, who was just a few steps away, excitedly: "Kid, how's it going on your end? Did you pick him up?"
007 reminds you: "Once he accepts the order and the contract is signed, he has to deliver the person there."
Jiang Yang couldn't bear it: "Isn't there any other way?"
“...Yes,” 007 paused, his tone devoid of emotion: “You deliver it for him.”
Jiang Yang lowered her head, her clenched fists digging her nails into her flesh: "But you don't want me to go, right?"
007 took his hands and broke each hair apart for him: "Go if you want to. I told you, I'll cover for you."
"Ji Yang, I'm sorry."
Jiang Yang gritted her teeth, took two quick steps forward, and complained to the uncle, "Don't even mention it, he messed everything up."
007 watched Jiang Yang's retreating figure, smiled with relief, and chased after her, saying, "Baby, don't be angry, okay? I came to see you secretly to give you a surprise, I didn't mean to disturb your work."
The uncle chuckled twice: "This kid is so handsome, you two are a perfect match."
...It seems that the uncle's perspective is completely different from theirs, but Jiang Yang's original script didn't include this part at all!
Jiang Yang threw a tantrum: "I can't be bothered with you. Go back by yourself. I still have to pick up other jobs. My car is too small to carry you."
"No, please~" 007 whined like a puppy, "I want to be with you, baby~"
Then, she changed the subject and turned her attention directly to the uncle: "Uncle, why don't you take me with you and we'll go with him? I'll pay for your ride."
The middle-aged man looked at the chubby boy with a troubled expression: "It might not work. I have other passengers waiting to leave."
"It's okay, uncle. Let my baby help you pull him. You can pull me too, otherwise I'll be left behind. Please."
007 became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his face looking pitiful, and his mask could hardly cover it anymore.
Perhaps out of consideration for others, the uncle reluctantly agreed.
The older man led the way, and this time, Jiang Yang felt a clear sense of malice emanating from the chubby boy.
Clear, sticky fluid dripped down Little Fatty's neck, and he was as stiff as a marionette. He steeled himself and stepped forward, patting Little Fatty's backpack on the back, and said in a feignedly friendly tone, "Don't worry, I won't overcharge you."
A muffled thud came from under the canvas, as if something had hit the wall inside. The zipper slid open automatically, and then two cloudy eyeballs bulged out from the gap.
Jiang Yang was so startled that he fell half a step back. 007 calmly wrapped his arms around his waist, patted him twice to comfort him, and led him forward.
Those eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, and finally, under 007's watchful gaze, they turned away from inside the backpack.
A head emerged from the backpack, its wet hair sticking out.
007 whispered in Jiang Yang's ear, "Open the observation room, baby."
Jiang Yang did as instructed.
Xiao Pang was going to the Third Middle School of Wutou City, and Jiang Yang didn't understand why he was going to the school in the middle of the night.
The journey was quite long, and the motorcycle had a navigation system. Jiang Yang kept in mind that it would be too tiring, so he chose the shortest route on the navigation.
But they had only gone halfway when the chubby boy in the back seat suddenly started to twist violently, and his backpack ripped with a tearing sound. Jiang Yang looked nervously through the rearview mirror and saw that the boy's head had pushed open the backpack and was sticking out.
He swallowed hard and tried to communicate: "Don't you want to go back to school?"
But the head paid no heed, its hair sticking to the back of Jiang Yang's neck, the icy touch stimulating Jiang Yang's senses and making his teeth chatter.
"You should be able to tell, my boyfriend... is amazing..."
[Akina Mountain Speed King Observation Deck - Jiang Yang's Perspective]
"It feels kind of funny."
"007 must be ecstatic to know you've admitted he's your boyfriend."
"So what exactly did Jiang Yang and her boyfriend do just now?! They kept turning the door on and off! What is it that we can't see?!"
The clanging of chains came from another car not far away. 007 was shaking the chain so hard it was almost sparking, and the silent intimidation made Jiang Yang breathe a slight sigh of relief.
For some reason, Little Fatty didn't seem to give up. He watched as the mouth on his head in the rearview mirror grew larger and larger, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth, and a foul stench wafted into his ear: "Eat...eat..."
“...”
"Uncle! Surpass them! Surpass them!"
007, sitting in the back seat, was so excited he was waving his arms and legs around. The older man shouted along, "Alright, hold on tight!"
The car sped past them, and the chain swung at them, hitting the chubby boy squarely in the face, breaking several of his teeth.
Little Fatty angrily covered his mouth, while 007 coldly threatened, "Sit still and don't move."
I've already said it.
My boyfriend is amazing.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yang safely delivered the little fat boy to the school gate. He took the money from the little fat boy and handed it to the uncle to pay 007's fare.
The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively: "Forget it, forget it. You guys don't earn money easily. Don't quarrel anymore."
Jiang Yang held the two banknotes, remaining unmoved in the gesture of handing over the money. The uncle, however, turned his back, twisted the accelerator, and prepared to leave. Jiang Yang couldn't help but chase after him and ask, "Are you going back to the station? Can't you go home earlier?"
The uncle smiled and said, "It's still early."
"Let's go back, okay?"
Jiang Yang couldn't say anything to comfort her; her eyes were brimming with tears she had been holding back.
The middle-aged man perhaps thought of something and sighed, "Alright, alright, I'm going home now. You guys should go home early too."
"Uh-huh."
The sound of the motorcycle exhaust pipe faded into the distance. Jiang Yang just hoped that he really was going back. Seeing that he was worried, 007 said, "Why don't we go and see him off?"
"This will allow us to see exactly where he came in from."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
