C49

Inside Xiao Qingyun's office, both father and son fell into a long period of silence.

"Father, if this person called Ye Zheng is really so useful, why didn't we hire him?"

Xiao Fuxing asked.

"He won't be bought."

Xiao Qingyun said.

"Anyone has a price tag."

Xiao Fuxing said confidently.

"When I was young, I cut lines in the northern villages. The weather was bitter, the resources were scarce, and I have suffered a lot."

Xiao Qingyun sighed and actually started to recount her past, "One day, I returned to my village from a town ten kilometers away with my daily necessities. After walking for half the distance, the sky turned dark … It was winter then, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. It was bleak, the moon pale, cold as the face of someone who had frozen to death on a hill … "As I was walking over a hillside, I saw two ghostly fires in front of me …"

Xiao Qingyun's expression was hazy, as if she was intoxicated by the past.

Xiao Fuxing looked at his father with a puzzled expression.

"A wolf."

Xiao Qingyun said: "It is sitting in front of me. It has a grey fur and one of its ears is missing. It's smiling at me... "

Hearing his father's tone, Xiao Fuxing felt a chill down his spine.

"It has an expression! "I'm sure that it still has its wisdom and thoughts …"

Xiao Qingyun's expression was grave, as if she was possessed by a devil, and was mumbling, "At that time, looking at its eyes, I was mesmerized … No one told me, I just know, this animal is older than us... I did not speak, but communicated with it spiritually. Behind me, I told it, were my aged parents, the hope of returning to the city, and all the desires of mortals … I beg him to let me go … "

"And then?"

Xiao Fuxing asked softly.

"When I came back to my senses, it was gone."

Xiao Qingyun said indifferently.

"It might have been afraid of humans."

Xiao Fuxing laughed, and his palms were already drenched in cold sweat.

"But I saw that look just now!"

Xiao Qingyun suddenly shouted with a hoarse voice. Her pupils enlarged and she fiercely stood up. "Ye Zheng!"

"Father, you are too sensitive!"

Xiao Fuxing frantically supported his father: "I've met him already, he's just a slightly paranoid mortal."

"He's a wolf."

Xiao Qingyun faintly sighed, and tiredly sat on the sofa: "I'm afraid of him."

Xiao Fuxing had a very complicated look in his eyes.

That night, Ye Zheng sat in the "bunker".

In the bar, drinking unhappily.

This bar was Nanguo City's bar that did not raise its head. Ye Zheng chose this place because he wanted to hide in it.

The name felt more intimate.

Now, he didn't want to go to the high-end bar and clubhouse. Everyone there affectionately called him "Brother Ye".

Great hospitality.

Ye Zheng just wanted to be quiet for a while and think about the current situation.

"Black beer."

Ye Zheng said to the bartender.

The bartender was a thin man in an exquisite suit, with a meticulous hairstyle.

He turned to Ye Zheng and said, "Sir, we have cocktails here, don't you want to try it?"

"Black beer."

Ye Zheng repeated himself.

The bar business was ordinary.

Ye Zheng pondered on Xiao Qingyun and Xiao Fuxing's actions and words in his heart. He faintly felt that the storm had not passed, and he was still shrouded by dense dark clouds.

However, it was impossible to predict when the rain would strike down upon them. It was impossible to guard against it.

At this moment, three young men walked in.

They were not yet twenty, but their looks were striking: unconventional haircuts, exaggerated earrings and lip nails, messy tattoos on their forearms, fancy shirts.

With a single glance, one could tell that these were unskilled hoodlums.

"Brother Hua, our brothers are really mighty today. Look at that group of students, they don't even dare fart!"

One of them was holding a beer and speaking with an air of roguishness.

"Let's hurry up and go back to the school and keep an eye on them. The old security guard just turned a blind eye to us brothers. "

The leader of the hoodlums unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a green tattoo.

Ye Zheng could not help but snort coldly.

He understood that these were several people who were collecting "protection fees" at the school gate.

A hoodlum.

They did not have much courage or ability to bully the weak. They were scum and scum of society.

"Humph my ass!"

A hoodlum stood up and arrogantly shouted at Ye Zheng.

"Oh?"

Ye Zheng raised his head in surprise.

The head of the lackeys glared viciously at Ye Zheng.

He wore a bright red shirt with loose buttons and a green dragon tattooed on his chest.

This Stabbing Body's craftsmanship was very ordinary. The dragon's charm and elegance were all gone.

"You … "Carried fish?"

Ye Zheng grinned.

"What fart are you farting about? "You're courting death!"

The leader of the lackeys stood up, standing in front of Ye Zheng with a baleful look.

The two lackeys followed behind and continuously jeered.

Ye Zheng looked at him, then said indifferently: "You wear a red shirt, very good."

"What does it have to do with you?"

The head hoodlum had a hideous look on his face.

"It's red clothes, I can't see it even if it's stained with blood."

Ye Zheng said.

The head delinquent reached out his hand to grab Ye Zheng's collar, but Ye Zheng's palm pushed towards his nose with lightning speed, "Kacha!"

The lackey leader held his nose and squatted on the ground, screaming out in pain while blood gushed out from his nose like a gushing spring.

The two lackeys were stupefied. Their hands and feet were ice-cold, and they could not move at all.

"You have to talk about quality, don't keep the word fart hanging on your lips."

Ye Zheng merrily suggested.

"Wuu …" "Howl …"

The delinquent leader held his nose as blood flowed out from the gaps of his fingers. He did not dare to speak, but only nodded his head like a chick eating rice.

"Also, wash off the fish you brought with you and honestly find a job. Don't harm the students at the school gate."

Ye Zheng flicked his finger a few times on the top of his head.

"Howl …"

The head delinquent nodded his head a few times before leading his lackeys and running out in a sorry state.

His nose was bleeding all along the way.

Ye Zheng pulled a napkin from the table and carefully wiped his hands.

At this moment, a person sat on each of his left and right sides, tightly holding him in the middle. It was obvious that this person harbored malicious intentions.

"Sit over there."

Ye Zheng sighed.

"Ye Zheng?"

The voice on the left was low and sinister.

Immediately after, Ye Zheng felt something hard pressing against his left and right ribs, it was obviously a sharp weapon.

"It's me."

Ye Zheng nodded, his gaze turning back to the black beer in front of him, as though he was unconcerned about the danger ahead: "How about we fight here?"

"Get out."

The person on the right quickly gave an order to Ye Zheng.

"Hur hur, I'll pay you back later."

Ye Zheng smiled and said to the bartender.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, held Ye Zheng tightly as they walked out of the bar and into a dark and humid alley.

It was very dark here, and only the dim yellow light of the street lamps illuminated the ground.

"This place is very good, you can hunt wolves now."

Ye Zheng stopped in his tracks, and a faint light shot out from his eyes.