C97 Forget
C97 Forget
After a bit of downhill, Guan Yang was finally willing to increase his speed. When the car started up, a Lamborghini suddenly came out of the crossroad ahead of them. Its tires scraped against the ground for a moment, then stopped in the middle of the road and stopped.
At this moment, Guan Yang was already speeding. He was about to hit the car by the waist. He clicked his tongue and turned the steering wheel to the left, then stepped on the brake.
"Creak ~ ~ ~"
The car skidded across the road, stopping just in front of Lamborghini, two cars less than ten centimeters apart.
The window of the Lamborghini was rolled down. The owner of the car inside was surprisingly the cold beauty who had watched them on the side of the road during the motorcycle race.
"Nerve reflex arc length, 30 microseconds. Muscle reflex arc length, 35 microseconds. Un, you are not a human, you are a monster." The cold beauty quickly calculated with her brain that was even more accurate than a computer. At the same time, she ruthlessly revealed her conclusion to Guan Yang.
Guan Yang also lowered the window. Two people, separated by two cars, were actually walking side by side.
Guan Yang shrugged and said, "Thank you for the compliment. If I were a human, you wouldn't be a human now. You are a dead body in a abandoned sports car."
"No worries, I did that on purpose. Even if I die, I won't blame you." The cold beauty shrugged like Guan Yang. Then she stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.
After some distance, she stuck her head out the window and shouted to Guan Yang behind her, "You're very interesting."
Guan Yang: "…"
You're the interesting one, your whole family is.
People like you who take the initiative to seek death, if you don't die soon, you'll be letting the heavens down.
Shaking his head, Guan Yang started the car and left the intersection.
The most eye-catching of them was a limitless Bentley Muzhai. A brawny man in black got off the driver's seat, walked to the back door and respectfully opened it, followed by the stern young man who was watching the motorcycle race, and the girl who had been by his side all this time.
Outside the Rolls-Royce, Guan Yang walked toward them, hands in his pockets, whistling to the best of his cynicism.
Seeing a stranger approach, two bodyguards in black stood in front of Guan Yang. With a height of two meters, they looked down on him from above, clearly not putting this seemingly weak young man in their eyes.
Guan Yang walked between the two of them as if there was no one around. The two muscular men were about to reach out to stop him, but then they suddenly collapsed to the ground.
On the rooftop of the Flying Mansion, Guan Yao was half-squatting at the edge of the rooftop, holding the L96A1 sniper rifle in his hand, aiming at the cold youth's head. As for the two bodyguards, they were merely lecturing him a little, and if not for the young master's strict orders that they could only use tranquilizer bullets, those two unlucky bastards would have already gotten rid of the word 'unlucky' and become real ghosts.
Seeing the two bodyguards fall, the others beside the cold-looking teenager were about to make a move, but he stretched out his hand to stop them. Seeing the approaching Guan Yang, the youth said, "So it's you. I actually didn't recognize you in the southern suburbs just now." A few days ago, someone said that you were back. I knew that you would make a move, I didn't expect you to come alone. "
Guan Yang swept a glance at the group of people around the youth. He shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm brave, it's just that the people from your Crimson Tiger Hall are trash."
"Say that again?!" A very tall and robust member of the Crimson Tiger Hall really couldn't stand Guan Yang's contempt. Coupled with his position in the Crimson Tiger Hall, he wanted to step forward and fix Guan Yang.
At this moment, an even taller and stronger figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a simple punch, as though it was waving away a fly. 'Boom', it actually sent him flying on the spot … Then he landed in one of the cars.
The roof was dented, the lights flashed, and an alarm beeped.
The cold-looking teenager coldly looked at Guan Yang. With a disdainful smile, he said, "No wonder you dare to come. So you have someone protecting you. It seems that I have overestimated you."
Guan Yang tilted his head and dug out his ears, "About this, I'm not here to look for you today. Wei Qingyu, your situation is very easy to resolve. It's just the Scarlet Tiger Hall. You have already decided whether to disappear or be forced to."
"F * ck!" Who the hell are you? How dare he put on airs in front of the pavilion master? Even if the Mad Gate's Guan Yang were to stand here, he would have to respectfully address our Hall Master as big brother! " A new member of the Scarlet Tiger Hall who clearly had never experienced anything shouted arrogantly at Guan Yang.
Suddenly, he felt his neck turn cold, and then he heard a sizzling sound. When he realized where the sound came from, his eyes widened in fear.
It was blood!
His neck was bleeding!
He reached out to cover it, then spread it out and saw that his whole hand was stained red. He swayed on his feet like a drunken man who had drunk too much, and he stared around at his companions, bewildered, like a lost child. In the next second, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground in a daze, like a log that had been sawn.
After he fell, Guan Wu who was originally standing behind him showed up.
Guan Wu swung the dagger downwards, shaking off the bloodstains on it. His eyes were cold as he looked around. He couldn't help but take a step back when he swept his eyes over everything.
The only one who did not retreat was Wei Qingyu.
He looked at Guan Yang and was still calm as he said, "Guan Yang, this is the territory of the Scarlet Tiger Hall. No matter how crazy the Berserker Gate is, it will not be difficult for me to keep you here."
Guan Yang ignored him and walked over to the girl beside him. He lowered his head and said, "Aiyo, it's been three years since we last met. The little girl has grown up. Did she forget about me?"
The girl forcefully shook her head and choked with sobs, "I didn't forget …"
How could he forget?
Three years ago, when Guan Yang had just enrolled, she had been sitting in the stands of the stadium watching him kick a ball. In that match, 90 minutes later, her eyes had rested on him for an hour and a half.
She went to his class to talk to him, but he didn't even bother to ask her his name. He just said goodbye and turned away.
He slept in the pavilion by the lake, and she watched him for an hour from behind the pillars. He woke up and she picked up his cell phone, which he had left on the bench, and as she handed it back, she finally let him know her name.
Wu Wangshu.
Guan Yang patted her head and said with a smile, "Wei Qingyu is your cousin?"
"Big brother." Wu Wangshu sobbed and said with great difficulty, "He said 'Daddy', I said 'Mommy' …"
Guan Yang warmly said, "Be good, your brother and I are men. It has nothing to do with you. It won't look good. Why don't you go home first?" Or at least turn your head away and don't look. "
When the bodyguard fell, Wei Qingyu did not get angry. When Guan Wu killed, Wei Qingyu was not afraid, but when Guan Yang reached out to touch Wu Wangshu's head, the look and aura in Wei Qingyu's eyes changed drastically.
He was wandering on the edge of losing his mind, making Guan Yao on the rooftop of the skyscraper tighten the sniper rifle in his hand. Guan Liu and Guan Wu, who had just killed someone, were also staring at him, ready to take action at any time.
In the end, Wei Qingyu gave up on the idea of solving the problem here. Perhaps the Emperor Group had displayed too terrifying of a strength, or maybe Wu Wangshu's eyes that did not contain any impurities had made him retreat.
Perhaps he wanted to openly take Guan Yang's life in three days in the open.