Yoshihide didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the direction of the bus that had already disappeared...
Xiao pursed his lips, as if he felt very sympathetic towards Peng Zhuo, and patted his shoulder heavily.
"Brother is worried that Xingchen will be cyberbullied." At this time, Yikai, who had been silent all the time, spoke up.
"But, the trending search has clearly been removed?" There was a big question mark in Peng Zhuo's little head.
"The trending search has just been removed, and Xia Xingchen's name hasn't been erased from the minds of keyboard warriors yet. If we broadcast it live now, it will only deepen their impression. It's better to wait until they completely forget about it before broadcasting it live again." Ji Zhong explained earnestly.
Although Vic is not a very famous band, it is inevitable that some keyboard warriors will look at their profile. Once they look at the profile, then... Xia Xingchen will be cyber-bullied again.
It was because of this incident that Ji Zhong made up his mind to come to Lidu to find Xia Xingchen!
After hearing Ji Zhong's explanation, Peng Zhuo and Xiao finally felt relieved. They really hadn't thought about it so much. They thought that as long as they found Xia Xingchen, they could play music like before.
For people like them who value music as their life, how can they live without music?!
They smiled at each other, then, with their arms around each other's shoulders, they turned swiftly and began to sing in unison: "Even if you and I get separated in the hustle and bustle, friendship will always be there to help us..."
As they sang, the dusk stretched their figures very far...
On the bus, Xia Xingchen, wearing a Bluetooth headset, called Yi Ke and asked her to immediately remove the hot search on the Internet.
Maybe before, she could not care, but now, no.
She knew that music was the life of Yoshihide and the others. Without music, it would be like losing their breath, so... she couldn't take their lives because of her own problems.
Xia Xingchen returned to the apartment, threw her schoolbag onto the sofa, and lay down on the bed. Not long after, Yi Ke called back, "President Xia, your trending search has been removed. There's not a single piece of unfavorable news about you online."
"When did they withdraw?" Xia Xingchen asked.
Yi Ke on the other end of the phone: "I checked, it's been two days."
At this moment, Xia Xingchen's mind unconsciously flashed with what Gong Bingye said: I didn't release the photos, but I asked the public relations to remove them.
Xia Xingchen frowned, suspicious: "Could it be that he really took down the trending search?"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a bucket of cold water poured on her head, making her immediately reject the idea.
In her opinion, all men are bad, especially Gong Bingye with dyed white hair, who looks even less like a good person.
"President, what did you say?" Yi Ke didn't hear Xia Xingchen's words clearly.
"Nothing much. By the way, please prepare a bowl of bird's nest for me. I'm going to visit my grandma this weekend." After saying this, Xia Xingchen threw his phone casually and pulled a quilt to cover his head.
At the same time, a series of heart-wrenching screams came from a dilapidated abandoned factory building.
There was only one chandelier in the huge factory, and the brightness of the chandelier was very dim, just like the dusk when the sun was setting. The glass of the factory had long been broken, and the wind was blowing outside. You could clearly hear the whistling sound outside. The wind blew in through the window, making the chandelier swing back and forth.
A disheveled man was lying on the ground, his legs bent and stretched, his ten fingers bent and pressed to the ground, but one of his ten fingers was missing. The severed thumb was right next to his hand, with a large patch of bright red.
Perhaps it was because of the pain or the wind blowing in, but he squinted his eyes and could only see the man sitting in front of him through a slit.
"You've already got a lame leg and a missing finger, yet you still refuse to reveal who's behind this?" The man sat elegantly, but his tone of voice sent chills down one's spine.
The injured man endured the severe pain and crawled forward. When he reached his feet, he spoke with difficulty, "Prince, I... I really don't... know who ordered this?"
"Every time he contacted me, he used a different public phone and a voice changer. I... I really don't know who he is... Prince... please forgive me this time..."
"I'm willing to give you all the money he gave me, just spare my life!"
If he had known earlier that the Crown Prince was such a difficult person to deal with, he would not have assassinated him no matter how much money the other party offered him.
A mere ten million is not as important as his life.
Gong Bingye leaned over and propped up his chin with her gloved hand. "Do you think I will believe what you say?"
As he spoke, he kicked the stool behind him away, squatted down, and increased the strength of the hand that was pinching his chin. He said fiercely: "Have you ever tasted the feeling of being torn apart by five horses? My torn apart by five horses is different from the one shown on TV. In TV shows, torn apart by five horses means immediate death, but mine will not kill you. It will only make you live a life worse than death."
The man lying on the ground seemed not to feel the pain of his broken jaw at this moment. He only felt fear in Gong Bingye's cold eyes and fierce tone, a fear more terrifying than facing death.
This is not a human being, this is a devil.
Gong Bingye shook his chin away in disgust, and while leisurely taking off his gloves, he said, "Don't expect your companions to come and rescue you. This place is deserted and there's not even a signal. For people like you, it's like hell on earth. The sooner you speak up, the sooner you can be free."
As soon as the word "take off" came out, the black gloves were thrown in front of the man.
As Gong Bingye left, the man's body twitched in the dim light...
"Did you get the result?" As Gong Bingye came out, a man in front of him, who was leaning against the car with his hands in his pockets, couldn't wait to ask.
Gong Bingye was silent, and the man guessed the answer.
Just after coming out of Xinghai College today, he received a call from his subordinates saying that they had caught a killer who was trying to assassinate him.
The wind was very strong at night, and the man's clothes were wrinkled. When Gong Bingye was about to approach, he opened the car door.
As soon as they got into the car, the man lifted up Gong Bingye's sleeve without any hesitation. The wound on his arm was almost healed, but there was still a shallow scar. Seeing his scar, the corners of the man's lips unconsciously raised in a sneer.
As if she sensed his smile, Gong Bingye turned her head, glanced at him, and then lowered her sleeves.
The man laughed and said, "I never thought that the Gong family's prince would be injured by such a small fry. It's really a loss of status."
"But don't worry. With the help of my magic medicine, the scar on your arm won't remain in a couple of days."
"Really?" Gong Bingye looked at him and smiled gently.
However, when the man saw Gong Bingye's smile, he felt a chill on his back.
My god, the living devil actually smiled at him!
The next second, before the man had even fastened his seat belt, Gong Bingye stepped on the accelerator and disappeared into the windy night.
Gong Bingye, you are a real dog...
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