"Da-da-da-da-da."

Outside the window, the raindrops were pounding, making a crisp, dense sound.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, An Ming subconsciously took a cigarette.

But after hesitating for a while, he didn't set it on fire.

The man turned his eyes sideways to look at Xing Moss, and then put away the cigarette that was hanging on his lips.

"The other ministers of the group, having heard about the attack the night before, were also very annoyed by the actions of the Jinwan group. Yesterday, they have cooperated with me to mobilize several groups of manpower to specifically fight the forces of the Jinwan Group. The situation of the Jinwan group should be very passive now. So miss, you don't have to back down when you negotiate, just teach them a lesson. ”

"Da-da-da-da-da."

The rain is still ringing.

In the seemingly quiet car seat, Xing Tao wore An Ming's suit and peeled a chocolate bar for herself.

"Hmm."

The girl opened her mouth, bit the biscuit, and finally answered softly: "Don't worry, Uncle An, I will make them pay." ”

"Brush, brush, brush."

Black cars drove over the waterlogged road.

Cyan rainy day.

It's always chilling.

……

"That woman! Fucking just one chocolate bar fucking ruined the four of us! Fuck with just one chocolate bar! Chocolate bars! Do you fucking understand! ”

The other side.

In the box of the Ming Lou Hotel.

Liao Heyan, the leader of the Jinwan group, had already stepped into his seat early.

He was waiting, waiting for Xing Moss's arrival.

At the same time, the words that he shouted on the phone a few days ago have always been unforgettable for him.

A chocolate bar.

Are you kidding.

How can one cookie stick scrap four people?

Liao Heyan constantly denies reality in his heart.

But when I think of it, those seriously injured who were sent back by the Xianlong group.

Think of those who have been poked blind in the eye and punctured in the eardrum.

His throat was dry and dry.

The charter never lies.

Yes, the charter never lies.

Liao Heyan lowered his head and silently observed the delicate tablecloth.

Therefore, this should be true.

I'll have to deal with it.

It should be a guy who can tear people apart as a toy.

A bloody, madman.

A monster who loves to listen to screams.

It's no wonder that Liao Heyan thinks so.

Because those who were sent back to the wounded have all broken their hands and feet, and have been left with lifelong disabilities.

None of them are dead.

Here's why.

Liao Heyan probably has an answer in his heart.

Because someone deliberately spared their lives.

Because there are people, I want to see them live rather than die.

It's cruel.

The new leader of the Hsien Loong group is even more brutal than her father.

She will be a "tyrant".

Liao Heyan thought.

A "tyrant" who is impossible to resist.

"Bang!"

That's when it happened.

The door to the box was pushed open.

The members of the Hsien Loong group swarmed in and occupied most of the space.

Xing Tao was the last to enter the house.

He was wearing a gray-black suit.

A pair of heavy Martin boots were stepped on.

Two completely different temperaments and outfits converge on her body.

It makes it look very eye-catching.

It's like a black dot on a white cloth.

It's like a barb in a bowl of water.

Liao Heyan, who was still sitting at the table, was startled.

Because he saw the corners of Xing Moss's mouth.

I'm holding a chocolate bar.

……

"Miss, your mind is very unfocused, if you continue to drive, you may have a car accident."

On the side of the road in the eastern part of the city, a white teenager stopped another business car.

It still hadn't used the illusion.

Because the use of mental spells on drivers while driving is likely to cause a car accident to happen directly.

So the boy still used the stupid method of stopping the car in the flesh.

At the same time, he also made the people around him ignore the anomaly in this place.

The vehicle stopped, and in the car was a female office worker.

He is about twenty-five years old.

Just as Jiang Sheng reached out and was about to pat off the calamity on the other party's shoulder.

The woman sitting in the car grabbed its wrist with an excited face.

A sudden white fog.

A teenager with a bandage around his waist.

Passers-by with flat expressions.

All of this seems to be a clear indication of the anomaly of the moment.

The woman, however, only put on an expression that she was trying to recall.

and even said in a cheerful tone.

"Wait, I know you, I've seen posts about you, you're the one, the lucky ......"

"The lucky guy."

Jiang Sheng looked depressed, picked up the second half of the woman's sentence, and then patted the other party's shoulder impatiently.

"Anyway, drive carefully, and you'll get three days of good luck afterward."

With that, Jiang Sheng was ready to leave.

But the woman was still holding on to its hand.

"Alas, wait, why are you in such a hurry. Little brother, get in the car and talk to my sister for a while. Look at you, it's such a cold day, and you're dressed so thinly, it's weird and distressing to look at. My sister's car was air-conditioned and very warm. And can you really bring good luck to people, and besides, how do you make others invisible to us? Hey, hey, little brother, you're so pretty, can you take a photo with your sister, and my sister can take you shopping for clothes. ”

Seeing the state of affairs, it seems that he is about to get out of his control.

Jiang Sheng flicked a cicada shell with his backhand, and fled the street with a large pile of mist, leaving only a few strands of fluff for the woman.

As more and more car accidents are prevented.

The lucky white boy has become more and more famous in Luotai City.

This undoubtedly added a lot of trouble to Jiang Sheng.

It also made some guys gradually notice the abnormality.

……

At the same time, in Xu Ming's residence.

Dozens of women's clothes were hung on the walls.

Among them, there are Hanfu, Western, and many modern styles.

At this moment, one of the long skirts was automatically wearing without wind.

As for Xu Ming, he also happened to see an article on his mobile phone.

His eyes were lowered and he muttered to himself.

"Oh, lucky white boy, so what do you have to do with the Psionic Administration?"

(End of chapter)