He thought to himself, "He's actually 20,000 years older than Wei Yuan. If they insist on comparing him to an old man and a young woman, then he's the real old man..."
As she laughed, Yu Tang suddenly felt her vision blurring.
Then warm liquid flowed from his nose. He reached out and touched it, and felt blood.
I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped a few times, and the bleeding stopped. I thought it was just from a sore throat and didn't pay much attention.
At the same time, Xiao Jin's voice suddenly came over.
"Master, a car is following you."
He said, "It might be one of Lu Ming's people."
Cheng Luo clearly noticed the situation behind him, and his eyes darkened.
"Tangtang, I'm going to stop the car and deal with some unclean things in a bit. Stay in the car and don't show your face."
The rain poured down.
The car came to a stop on the highway.
Cheng Luo got off the bus.
He walked to the back of the car, stretched his wrists a couple of times, and looked at the sedan speeding towards him and Yu Tang's car.
At the same time, the car window opened, and a dark gun barrel was pointed at Cheng Luo.
They were mercenaries from Country T hired by Lu Ming, and their business was killing people for money.
Naturally, he brought all his weapons and adopted the fiercest stance, intending to send this "unarmed" "boy" to his death.
The thought that they could obtain enough wealth and luxury to enjoy for a lifetime by killing this "boy" made their smiles even more arrogant!
But just as they pulled the trigger and fired the bullets, the hood of the car suddenly exploded with a loud bang.
Immediately following was the ear-piercing screech of my companions slamming on the brakes in terror, accompanied by a terrifying jolt and a sliding motion.
It nearly made him throw the machine gun he was holding.
When the car finally crashed into the guardrail and came to a stop, the mercenary opened his eyes and looked at the "frail-looking boy" in his eyes. The boy was now squatting on the dented hood of his car, knocking on his window. Rainwater slid down his black hair. The boy's smile was kind and beautiful, just like an angel who had fallen to earth.
At that moment, the angel asked them a question: "Did Lu Ming send you?"
The mercenary was breathing rapidly, his fingers trembling violently.
Because he didn't even see how Cheng Luo appeared in front of him!
He remembered that the other person had just gotten off the bus!
Did it fall from the sky?
Then he stomped on and smashed his car hood?
That's a modified semi-armored vehicle!
"Aaaaah! Die!" The mercenary was still lost in thought when his companions beside and behind him had already raised their guns and pointed them at Cheng Luo.
But before they could fire, the barrel was bent, the bullet got stuck inside and couldn't get out, so it exploded from the back, causing the men's hands to bleed and their screams to fill the air.
Then, Cheng Luo turned his gaze back to the stunned mercenary in the co-pilot's seat and called out, "You answer me."
"Yes, yes, he is our employer!" The mercenaries were terrified. The mission Lu Ming had given them was to kill a young man in his early twenties. It wasn't difficult, so they accepted the task.
But now, the person in front of me looks even more formidable than an international assassin!
They came here to die!
"Okay, I understand." Cheng Luo glanced at the car behind him where Yu Tang was.
He shook his head, abandoning the idea of killing these mercenaries.
"Things don't happen more than three times," he said. "Tell Lu Ming that I originally only intended for him to lose money to avoid further trouble, but now, that's out of the question."
“You’ve ruined my dates time and time again.” Cheng Luo stood up, kicked the bulletproof glass of the car in frustration, and said under the terrified gazes of all the mercenaries, “If I don’t kill him, I’m not Cheng Luo.”
Chapter 21
The villain is resurrected for the third time (21)
After saying that, he jumped out of the car and walked towards Yutang.
His leisurely demeanor sent chills down the spines of the mercenaries behind him.
One of them, whether out of madness or sheer defiance, shouted, "What are you afraid of him for?! If we kill him, we can get all that money and never have to worry about anything again!"
As he spoke, he pulled several grenades from his bag, tossed them to the people next to him, and urged, "Throw them! Throw them at him! I don't believe we can't blow him up!"
His companions also came to their senses. Seeing Cheng Luo walk away, the oppressive feeling of being shrouded in death dissipated considerably. Thinking of the money Lu Ming had promised, they gritted their teeth, grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it at Cheng Luo!
Sensing the movement behind him, Cheng Luo sighed inwardly.
It seems impossible to rely on these people to deliver a message to Lu Ming...
With that thought, he turned and delivered a precise side kick, sending the five or six grenades they had thrown flying back to their vehicle as if they were playing soccer, right before the mercenaries' incredulous eyes…
boom--
A series of explosions rang out.
The semi-armored vehicle was blown to pieces.
Cheng Luo stared at him coldly for two seconds before turning around and getting back into the car.
He started the car, not daring to look at Yu Tang through the rearview mirror, and drove straight ahead, saying in a muffled voice, "Tangtang, did I scare you just now?"
“No…” Yu Tang leaned over and wiped Cheng Luo’s still dripping hair.
"People die for money, birds die for food. They can kill others for money, so sooner or later they will also lose their lives for money. They deserve it."
Cheng Luo pursed her lips and smiled.
"Tangtang is right."
"They deserve it."
After saying that, he suddenly paused, his voice becoming hoarse, and reminded her, "Tangtang, your blanket fell."
Yu Tang froze as he dried Cheng Luo's hair, then quickly picked up a blanket and wrapped himself in it. He coughed awkwardly and changed the subject: "I wonder how those two lads, Zhiyun and Han Shao, are doing now?"
Opening the door to the hotel room, Han Shao carried Zhang Zhiyun to the bathroom: "Take a hot shower first to get rid of the cold."
He put Zhang Zhiyun down and said, "You have a weak constitution and are prone to illness. I'll go boil some water for you to drink."
All the way, Zhang Zhiyun only dared to hold on tightly to Han Shao, timidly relying on his embrace to get to the hotel.
Now that he was here, with the windows slightly blocking out the terrifying lightning, his emotions finally stabilized a little.
The first feeling I had after calming down was embarrassment.
Watching Han Shao close the door and leave.
Zhang Zhiyun quickly took a hot shower and came out wearing the pajamas provided by the hotel.
"I've cooled the hot water." Han Shao saw him come out, grabbed his pajamas, and got up. "You drink first, I'm going to take a shower too."
By the time Han Shao finished showering and came out, Zhang Zhiyun had completely composed himself.
He sat on the bed and sincerely thanked Han Shao.
"Thank you for helping me so much."
"It's nothing," Han Shao waved his hand. "It's all what I should do."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyun relaxed and jokingly asked, "Does everyone who becomes your friend receive this kind of treatment?"
Han Shao scratched his head and laughed, "Not necessarily."
"Anyway, I've never hugged anyone else like this except you."
Zhang Zhiyun's pupils dilated slightly, then slowly returned to their normal size.
He felt he should get used to Han Shao's blunt, masculine way of speaking.
The unpleasant feeling I had before was because he was struggling with himself.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with being friends with Han Shao.
He himself is introverted and doesn't have many friends, which is why he mistakenly believed that his feelings for Han Shao had crossed the line of friendship.
He was being rather cold to the other person on the mountain, which was a bit petty.
Let's change it now.
It's fine once it's been changed.
Thinking this, Zhang Zhiyun completely relaxed and asked Han Shao, "Don't you think it's girly for a man to be afraid of thunder?"
Han Shao sat down next to him, his gaze falling on Zhang Zhiyun.
You can see the man's slender neck, his clearly defined collarbone, and his fair chest.
Indeed, compared to the men he had been in contact with, Zhang Zhiyun seemed like a frail scholar.
Her facial features were also very delicate, with single eyelids, a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and a small nose and mouth.
If you weren't around 176cm tall, you'd easily be mistaken for a girl.
But Han Shao had no such thoughts at all.
He said, "Everyone has their own weaknesses. It's normal not to want others to know, and even more so, not to embarrass yourself."
At this point, he frowned and thought for a moment, as if he was struggling with something very important.
After a few seconds of pause, she said, "Take me for example, I also have things I'm afraid of..."
"Consider this the price I pay for knowing your secret. I feel I have to tell you this." He swallowed hard and then instructed Zhang Zhiyun, "But if I tell you, you must keep it a secret!"
Intrigued by his question, Zhang Zhiyun pressed further, "What else are you afraid of? What is it?"
"Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone."
"I'm afraid of spiders." Han Shao's face turned particularly pale when he mentioned these two words: "Those eight-legged creatures that crawl around and can burrow into holes. When I was little, the thought that they might crawl into people's brains made me tremble all over and even feel nauseous!"
"Do you know how traumatized I was when my classmates used to scare girls with those things when I was little? They always had to include me!"
Speaking of this, Han Shao looked pale and hugged his legs tightly, as if he were trapped in an extremely terrifying memory.