"I don't think there's going to be a need for confinement." Yang Zhiyong was ruthless, and scolded, "What are you doing with such a thing that doesn't have long eyes!" ”

Lu Jinhe was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Although the team member committed a taboo and scanned the children of the family in person, he also paid the price, he was seriously injured, and he had only one breath left, but the other party still had to kill them all, which was too vicious.

Looking at Lu Jinhe's embarrassed appearance, Chen Xing couldn't help but feel a little cold and cold, and he was secretly glad that Ye Yang Bailiu reminded him in time, otherwise he would be the one who caused trouble now.

"Yang Ershao's credit rating is very low, so he is very taboo for others to check him." Ye Yang Bailiu said in a low voice.

In the system of the West African Company, as long as the social credit is a large level higher than the other party, you can view the other party's information at will, and you can hide your own information from the other party.

In front of the system, no matter what status, nobles or commoners, they are treated equally. Unless the status is high enough to become one of the world's rule-makers, it can completely break away from the supervision of the system. Even the children of the gate valve family, before they have obtained a high enough social status, they must honestly abide by the law. But then again, there are many ways for the gate valve family to be exempt from punishment, and it is difficult to be convicted unless they meet an opponent of comparable strength.

Therefore, the legal provisions of this land are also called "hypocritical justice".

"When it is interrupted, the surname Lu is really a fool." On the other side, Wu Hao said to the adjutant in a low voice, with a gloating expression on his face.

"Bang Bang!"

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff, a few scattered applause suddenly sounded in the car. Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy get out of the car. Blonde and blue-eyed, handsome and slender, wearing a beige aristocratic dress embroidered with gold trim and copper buckles. In the afternoon sun, the whole person is golden.

"Little man, what else would you do besides bullying ordinary people?" With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he said disdainfully.

"That's the eldest young master of the Moore family, Roy." Ye Yang Bailiu's body tilted slightly, and said in Chen Xing's ear.

Yang Zhiyong turned around and stared at the blonde boy, his triangular eyes burst out with a fierce light, like a vicious beast that could pounce at any time.

"What a fierce thing, we are not afraid of you." With a crisp voice, a red leather boot stepped on the metal ladder. Then there was a flash of snow-white, looming under the black culottes. This was followed by a white corset vest, which bound the full of the waves. Finally, there is a short hair as red as a flame.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes, including Chen Xing, were attracted to the past.

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, tall, pure-looking, and bright-eyed, like a high school girl who has not been deeply involved in the world.

But under the corner of her left eye, there was a small pink peach heart tattooed. He wore a row of small silver rings on his ears, which collided with each other with the tremor of his footsteps, and wore pierced motorcycle gloves on his hands.

"Golden mouse, dare to fight!" Yang Zhiyong ignored the red-haired girl and pointed at Roy and shouted. He was the youngest and shortest here, but he was the fiercest.

"Just you?" Roy took a step forward and stared at Yang Zhiyong's triangular eyes and said. The Mu family and the Yang family are political enemies, and they have had a lot of grievances over the years, so they are-for-tat as soon as they exit.

"Little man, don't embarrass your Yang family, you are not Brother Roy's opponent." The red-haired girl clasped her hands on her chest and tilted her head back with a look of contempt.

"You're looking for death!"

Yang Zhiyong has been the pride of the family since he was a child, how can he stand such anger, he immediately shouted violently, and waved his fist at the red-haired girl. The girl turned to the side and was about to attack, but Roy next to her took the first step in front of her, swinging his arm outward, and opened Yang Zhiyong's fist.

The attack failed, Yang Zhiyong quickly bounced back, looking at the two of them, his face turned cold and blue.

"I'll kill you!" He roared again, his fist glowing orange-red. In just a split second, the entire arm turned into a red-hot soldering iron, constantly radiating heat outward.

Seeing this, Roy opened his palm forward, and the air continued to twist and deform, revealing the phantom of a shield.

"Die!" Yang Zhi bravely slammed the ground, leaving a shallow pit on the ground and throwing a fist out of thin air. In an instant, a fiery dragon rushed straight out of his fist.

Everyone only felt the hot wind rushing towards them, and hurriedly retreated. Only a muffled "bang" was heard, and the fire dragon crashed into the phantom of the shield. Then, as if it had hit the surface, it turned at a ninety-degree angle and rushed towards the crowd that greeted it.

Seeing that these innocent garrisons were about to suffer, a figure rushed forward and blocked the fire dragon with its body.

"Boom!"

A layer of blue light appeared on the man's body, and he blocked the fire dragon violently. Looking at it, it was Lu Jinhe, the captain of the city garrison.

"Come again, have a good time!" Yang Zhiyong clenched his hands into fists and was about to launch a second round of attacks. He only had the opponent in his eyes, and he didn't care about the life or death of other people at all, and the old man behind him had no intention of stopping him, with his hands behind his back, his expression was indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"The two young masters, after a day in the car, are tired, let's compare them at another time."

At this time, a strong man stepped down from the car, stood between the two, and persuaded him. He was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a camouflage vest, a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked relatively honest.

"Zhang Meng, don't be nosy, I'm happy to see it." Another young man got out of the car, his voice a little yin and yang.

"Get out of here!" Yang Zhiyong shouted loudly, the momentum on his body was raised in vain, and his arms were red like fire.

"Forget it, Second Young Master." Only then did the old man speak.

Yang Zhiyong looked back, looking very unwilling, but finally put away his posture.

"That's Zhang Meng from the Zhang family, and Luo Shaoqing, the fifth young master of the Luo family." Ye Yang Bailiu whispered.

"Who's that woman?" Chen Xing looked at the red-haired girl and asked. He always felt that the other party was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Ye Yang Bailiu take the initiative to introduce, which made him even more strange.

"I know the woman's ......" Ye Yang Bailiu looked a little unhappy, as if he had asked something that shouldn't be asked.

"Just asking for information." Chen Xing said with a bitter face.

Ye Yang Bailiu was silent for a while before she said quietly, "She is Ye Yang Qingyan, my half-sister. ”

"I said why is it so familiar, it turns out that it looks like you......" Chen Xing patted his head vigorously, feeling very depressed about his stupidity.

"Hey! Those two over there, what are you muttering! ”

A cold drink came, and the two of them turned their heads at the same time and met a pair of cruel eyes.