C3

Just as the black coloured Volkswagen in front of him stopped, Gao Yang stepped on the throttle of the car and sped up.

This was just the beginning.

After 15 minutes, Gao Yang and Zheng Yiyi walked into an underground parking lot. They pulled open the iron door and got out of the highway competition, the 600CC big guy had a domineering aura, as if he was looking down at the world.

The man's unique aura and the powerful muscles of his waist struck against Zheng Yiyi's senses.

Zheng Yiyi's heart suddenly started beating happily.

She subconsciously clamped her legs together and quickly reacted. An indescribable feeling of shame spread from the bottom of her heart.

How long have I known this black car driver? How could he let his imagination run wild?

The motorcycle finally stopped in front of a remote factory on the outskirts of the East China Sea.

Pulling open the iron door, Zheng Yiyi's eyes lit up. It was the complete opposite of the dilapidated factory's exterior, the inner workings.

Until Zheng Yiyi sat down on the soft sofa in the Brutus living room, her eyes had been wandering and she had not yet recovered from the rhythm of her gaze.

"Coffee or tea?" Gao Yang changed into slippers, threw his jacket against the wall and hung it on the hook just in time.

"Coffee, thank you." Zheng Yiyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he said as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Not long after, Gao Yang sat down beside her and handed over a cup of fragrant coffee. He laughed: "First, drink a mouthful to calm yourself down, and then make up a few words, and see if you can deceive me!"

An indescribable silence.

After three minutes.

Gao Yang spread out his hands: "You have to account for what you have to say, I don't have any obligation to cover for you."

These words were said in a relaxed and joyful manner, Zheng Yiyi was unable to see a trace of change in Gao Yang's expression.

In actuality, Gao Yang wasn't dissatisfied in the slightest.

He could only say that today was a coincidence, and he just so happened to encounter such a situation. However, driving a black car was rather boring as well. Occasionally, he would change his taste and think back to the feeling he had during the bloodbath back then. It felt pretty good too.

As for the pursuers? Gao Yang had never considered this.

At most, it would just be one word — fuck!

The unease and panic on Zheng Yiyi's face had completely disappeared at this moment, and replacing it was a calm and indifferent expression.

Gao Yang stared at her intently, sizing her up for the first time in his life. After a moment, he could not help but marvel at the wonders of nature that had created such an exquisite woman.

This was Gao Yang's first evaluation of Zheng Yiyi.

"When did you find out?" Zheng Yiyi crossed his legs and drank a mouthful of coffee.

"When you were sitting in the back of the motorcycle, apart from seven or eight seconds of abnormal heartbeat, you had a heart rate of around 80 for the rest of the time." Gao Yang analyzed.

"So what?" Zheng Yiyi's face flashed with a trace of bright red. She naturally knew what those abnormal seven or eight seconds were.

"Beautiful girl, please! There's a guy with a gun chasing behind us, yet a little girl like you is so calm and collected. Have I reached the point where I can be insulted at will?" Gao Yang shrugged his shoulders, his face full of disdain.

"Could it be that a famous celebrity is filming a reality show?" Gao Yang's eyes showed amusement.

"I … I have my own difficulties." Zheng Yiyi lowered his head.

He looked at his watch and said flatly, "It's your freedom whether you want to say it or not!"

Seeing that Zheng Yiyi was still conflicted, Gao Yang turned around and took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders, wanting to walk out.

"You don't want this place?" Zheng Yiyi asked.

"Does the rabbit even know how to dig three holes? Am I not better than an animal? " Gao Yang glanced at it, then continued to walk out. This abandoned factory was merely one of Gao Yang's temporary stops. It had been a habit for many years.

However, if someone treated this place as just a normal place to stay, then he would definitely regret it.

"Please help me!" Zheng Yiyi said loudly, "The longer the better!"

"Why?" Gao Yang asked. You want him to work so hard for no reason at all? Does he feel too good about himself?

"There are still eight minutes, speak quickly!" Gao Yang's tone turned cold.

Zheng Yiyi bit her lips, enunciating word by word, "There is an important skill that absolutely cannot be in his hands."

"Who is he?" Gao Yang asked.

"Han Yukun!"

"Who is it?"

"Han Chuhe's brother!"

"What does it have to do with you?"

"My own uncle!"

"Your uncle?" Gao Yang was startled, "Then you and Han Chuhe are?"

"Han Chuhe is my dad!"

Gao Yang opened his eyes.

The top rich man was actually the father of the young Heavenly Queen of Songs. The noble circle was indeed in chaos. It was no wonder that Zheng Yiyi was able to reach such a stage today.

As he thought about it, the expression in Gao Yang's eyes changed.

It was probably another dog blood drama between the Wealthy Class brothers and sisters, so he didn't even bother to ask.

Zheng Yiyi had clearly misunderstood Gao Yang's thoughts.

"It's not what you think, I'm fighting in the music industry, Lao Han didn't help me at all." Zheng Yiyi raised his head, with a stern look on his face.

Gao Yang did not plan to continue listening. He looked at his watch and said lightly: "I need to start preparing, come with me!"

Under Zheng Yiyi's suspicious gaze, Gao Yang pulled Zheng Yiyi to the depths of the workshop. Pushing open an iron gate, she pushed Zheng Yiyi inside.

"Listen to my voice again!" After Gao Yang finished speaking, he closed the door.

"Hey!" "So dark!" Zheng Yiyi's voice was cut off by the metal door.

However, there was a small square window on the metal door. Zheng Yiyi struggled to pull it open, revealing two eyes.

Gao Yang turned around to take a look, and warned again, "Don't worry about it, don't make a sound!"

"I hate people pointing guns at me the most." Gao Yang laughed wickedly, and turned back to return to the sofa in the distance.

He took a sip of his coffee and took his time.

The roar of the engine came closer, followed by the sound of brakes and the clatter of footsteps.

The door of the factory was pulled open by a dozen men in black. Every pair of black sunglasses covered his face, making him look extremely cool.

The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in gracefully.

"Search!" The middle aged man did not even look at Gao Yang and immediately gave the order.

Gao Yang laughed, without wasting any words, he stepped on the ground with his left foot.

"Ka La!" The tip of his foot caved in, forming a square.

The ground in front of Gao Yang suddenly flipped, and a heavy machine gun with a spinning wheel appeared.

F * ck! Almost at the same time, all the black-clad men made evasive moves.

The golden-rimmed glasses man was scared silly. He opened his mouth wide as he watched Gao Yang holding the gun with both hands.

"Surprise!" Gao Yang laughed and pressed the trigger.

"Da Da Da Da!" The muzzle of the gun trembled and a sound like beans being fried resounded through the spacious factory.

The group of men in black was scared out of their wits.

At this distance, if they were shot by a heavy machine gun, they would definitely die. Their corpses might not even be left alive …

Accompanying the man in black's scream, the "bullets" exploded into balls of colorful smoke.

A man in black suddenly realized that he was fine. He looked at the place where the bullet hit and shouted, "It's a Painball!"

Everyone immediately reacted. The chances of a heavy machine gun appearing in the East China Sea were close to zero. They had been set up by that kid.

Gao Yang released the "Heavy Machine Gun" he had personally made, stood up and shouted: "Let's go together, I'll play with you!"

The black clothed men exchanged glances with each other, then leapt up and rushed towards Gao Yang.

Gao Yang laughed out loud, with a wave of his left hand, a handful of glass marbles scattered all over the ground.

The black-clothed people who had just gotten up were caught off guard. They stepped on their marbles and waved their hands around, desperately trying to keep their balance. Then, he once again fell down in all sorts of exaggerated and uncontrollable poses.

Zheng Yiyi stared outside through the small square window and saw everything. The black clothed man's funny falling posture made her unable to hold back anymore, and "puchi" sounds of laughter came out from her mouth.

At the same time, Zheng Yiyi was also trying to figure out Gao Yang's true identity.

A black car driver? How is this possible!? This fellow was definitely not ordinary.

Others might not know, but Zheng Yiyi was clearer than anyone about Han Yukun's strength. All of his carefully chosen pony s had now all fallen into Gao Yang's hands.

In this instant, Zheng Yiyi suddenly felt a sense of security.