Gu Chen licked the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, turned his head, his smile even more brilliant, his eyes full of mockery:
“That was a good slap. I’ll take this slap as Miss Su cheering me on. Thanks for the reward~”
Then, he pulled open the car door and got in, turning back to throw a flirtatious wink at Qin Hongyi: “Aren’t you leaving? I’m soaked through, cold.”
Qin Hongyi took a deep breath, looking at Su Rou standing dazed in the rain, coldly dropping a sentence: “Miss Su, did you see clearly? Not everyone is as noble as you think. Some people are born mud. Move aside.”
Su Rou’s whole body trembled, tears finally bursting forth.
She fiercely glared at the bitch in the car, waved her hand.
The Land Rover convoy slowly made way.
“Scram! All of you scram!” Su Rou roared hoarsely.
Qin Hongyi floored the accelerator, the off-road vehicle roaring out, splashing mud all over Su Rou.
In the rearview mirror, that slender figure in the rain gradually shrank, finally becoming a blurry black dot, still standing there.
Inside the car.
The sleazy atmosphere disappeared instantly, only dead silence.
The flirtatious smile on Gu Chen’s face receded like the tide.
He leaned back tiredly in the seat, pulled out a wet wipe from the storage compartment, vigorously wiping the shoulder Su Rou had touched, and the skin he had deliberately pressed against.
Wiping until the skin turned red, as if trying to wipe away that layer of disguised skin.
“Not bad acting.” Qin Hongyi lit a cigarette, not looking at him, “This acting skill, even green tea bitches would call you ancestor.”
“Shut up.”
Gu Chen crumpled the wet wipe into a ball, fiercely threw it out the window.
“Did that slap hurt?”
“No.”
Gu Chen closed his eyes, his mind full of Su Rou’s last look of despair and disgust, “Compared to letting her be targeted by Qin Mu’s pack of mad dogs, having her hate me is safer.”
Qin Hongyi exhaled a smoke ring, glancing at that seemingly cold-blooded profile through the rearview mirror.
“Gu Chen, you’re really ruthless to yourself.”
“Takes one to know one.” Gu Chen sneered, “If you don’t drive faster, I’m going to pass out from hunger in your car. Then I won’t guarantee if I’ll gnaw on you as dry rations.”
Qin Hongyi shivered.
This wasn’t a joke.
She could feel that with the intense emotional fluctuations just now, that inhuman aura on Gu Chen began to stir again.
The temperature in the car seemed to be rising.
“Hold on.”
Qin Hongyi sharply turned the steering wheel, the car entering an even darker underground tunnel.
The rain finally stopped.
The air had the foul stench of sewer backflow, mixed with cheap perfume and the smell of burnt wires, one whiff could bring back last night’s dinner.
Night Color, this place, sounds ambiguous, but is actually a big maze hidden under unfinished buildings.
Here, ID cards are waste paper, face and money are the passes.
The off-road vehicle stopped in front of a rusty rolling door.
At the entrance squatted two burly men in tank tops with tattooed arms, smoking, at their feet lay two fierce-looking Dobermans, drooling all over.
“We’re here.”
Qin Hongyi tucked the silver handgun back into her waist, casually put on sunglasses, hiding the fatigue and killing intent in her eyes.
“No need to teach the rules? Don’t look around inside.”
Qin Hongyi pushed the door and got out, “The doorkeeper is called Buddha, a perverted vegetarian who chants. Qin Mu probably already greeted, forcing in will be troublesome.”
Gu Chen wrapped in that still dripping men’s suit, bare feet stepping on the oily cement ground.
Cool, and dirty.
But more deadly was the hunger.
That hunger etched into the genes started scratching at heart and lungs again.
He now looked at those two drooling Dobermans by the road, thought they looked handsome, even pondering if roasted, could add cumin.
“Yo, President Qin.”
One of the burly men extinguished his cigarette, stepped across to block, face with that greasy fake smile of the underworld:
“What wind blew this big Buddha here today? Bad luck, Buddha said, tonight Night Color is inventorying, no reception.”
Qin Hongyi took off her sunglasses, eyes cold as knives: “Inventory? I think it’s planning how to be Qin Mu’s dog. Move, I want to see Ghost Hand.”
“Miss, that’s no fun.”
The burly man didn’t get angry, tilted his head and whistled.
Crash.
From the shadows instantly emerged over a dozen people, steel pipes, machetes in hand, the two Dobermans also crouched low, throats emitting low growls ready to tear.
“Second Master Qin said, anyone can enter tonight, except you, Miss Qin.”
The burly man grinned cheekily, eyes brazenly sizing up Qin Hongyi, “Go back. If we really fight here, injuring your face, brothers hard to explain.”
Qin Hongyi sneered, right hand reaching for her waist.
At this moment, a cool yet soft boneless hand rested on her wrist.
“This is called trouble?”
Gu Chen’s voice had a lazy just-woke-up tone.
He poked half his body from behind Qin Hongyi, that pale yet extremely gorgeous face exposed under the dim streetlight, instantly making the surrounding thugs stare.
“Holy shit, this chick is hot…”
“President Qin changed tastes? Where’d she find this top quality?”
Gu Chen as if didn’t hear those vulgar words, tightened the oversized suit on him, bare toes curling uneasily on the ground.
“Want in?”
Gu Chen turned to ask Qin Hongyi.
Qin Hongyi frowned: “Nonsense. But these bastards obviously want to die.”
“Killing in is tiring, blood all over, splashed on clothes hard to wash.”
Gu Chen yawned, released Qin Hongyi’s hand, swaying walked to the lead burly man.
Distance less than half a meter.
The burly man smelled the unique cold fragrance on Gu Chen, Adam’s apple bobbed: “What, beauty, you want to spar with brother too?”
“Spar?” Gu Chen chuckled lightly, eye corners tinged with eerie red, “My small frame can’t withstand big brother’s tossing. But…”
His gaze passed the burly man, to a shabby square table nearby, on it a stainless steel bowl upside down and a few dice.
“Let’s play something exciting?” Gu Chen extended a finger, pointed at the table, “I win, you let us through. I lose…”
He paused, fingertip sliding down his long neck to collarbone, extremely provocative: “I’m yours, President Qin too. How about it?”
Qin Hongyi almost choked, hand already on the gun grip, this prodigal!
The burly man stunned for two seconds, then burst into mad laughter: “Hahaha! Got guts! Qin Hongyi, your little lover is wild! Betting you?”
He turned provocatively: “President Qin, dare?”
Qin Hongyi stared deadly at Gu Chen’s back.
That back slender, as if wind could blow it down.
But for some reason, from those slightly trembling shoulders, she read familiar certainty.
That was the aura Gu Chen had back then on the billion negotiation table, forcing opponents to suicide.
“Gamble with him.” Qin Hongyi gritted her teeth, “If lose, it’s on me.”
“Deal!” The burly man waved, “Boys, clear the table! Tonight Buddha not eating meat, we are!”
The shabby square table set under the streetlight.
Game simple and brutal: three dice, compare size.
The burly man foot on stool, grabbed the dice cup shook fiercely.
Bang! The dice cup slammed on the table.
“Beauty, guess?”
The burly man leered, “Guess wrong, tonight brother is fierce oh.”
Gu Chen stood by the table, wind blowing his disheveled long hair.
He didn’t look at the dice cup at all, but stared at the burly man’s calloused hands.
Listening to sound to tell?
Don’t joke, that’s movie fooling kids.
Current Gu Chen relies on brain, and this pair of mutated eyes.
When the burly man shook the dice cup earlier, little finger tapped the base three times.
That’s the lowest cheating method in the underworld, magnet inside.
All tech and ruthless tactics.
“I guess…” Gu Chen reached out, pressed on the dice cup.
He suddenly leaned forward, face close to the burly man’s, close enough to see blackheads in pores.
“Big brother, inside not only filled with lead, but magnet too? Your ring has too.”
Voice low only two can hear.
The burly man’s face changed drastically: “You fucking nonsense…”
“Shh.” Gu Chen put index finger to lips, “This round doesn’t count. Let’s change the guess.”
“What do you want?” The burly man’s palms sweaty.
This woman’s weird!
“I don’t guess points.”
Gu Chen casually grabbed a fruit knife for cutting watermelon from the table, twirled it on fingertip.
Knife light cold, reflecting his pair of faintly green vertical pupils.
“Let’s guess life.”
“What?”
“I guess…”
Before Gu Chen finished, the blade in hand flashed cold light, fiercely stabbed down!