Chapter 532 Sorry

Style: Girl Author: Jiang MuyunWords: 1473Update Time: 24/01/12 03:15:46
The child at the next table reached out and pulled off the white cloth from Huang Bengui's body.

The little kid pointed at Huang Bengui and said to his mother in a sweet voice: "Look, this grandpa is playing hide and seek."

However, the young woman's face turned pale and she looked directly at Huang Bengui.

"ah!"

Finally, a sharp howl burst out of her throat: "Dead man!"

When she shouted like that, my soul almost flew out.

In broad daylight, I was running around carrying a dead person on my back, and when someone caught me, I couldn't defend myself.

The only person who knew about this secret deal was the dead Huang Bengui.

There’s not even a single person to testify for me!

At this time, the diners put down their chopsticks, and passers-by stopped and stretched their necks to look at me.

"Little, little fairy, you..."

The noodle stall owner said something tremblingly, and I was immediately shocked.

You made all the mistakes, but you made the mistake of recognizing me!

I turned to look at him, put one foot on the table, and struck his left jaw with a knife.

This place is connected to the cranial nerves. As long as the force is controlled well, it will not cause death, but it will cause temporary amnesia.

Even if the King of Heaven is here today, I can't leak this matter!

Following the interview, the crowd suddenly became a mess, running and scattering, and the narrow street suddenly turned into a hornet's nest.

There is only one thought in my mind now - everyone who recognizes me must lie down.

At this moment, I was like a mad cow, leaving everything behind and chasing after the noisy crowd.

At first, I tried to distinguish who recognized me, but the noise became louder and louder, and almost everyone recognized me.

Then, sorry.

Along the way, I attacked everyone I met, but I only used 10% of my strength to make sure I wouldn't hurt them.

But even so, these ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts can't resist.

What troubles me is that this street is in the shape of a funnel, and where we are is at the top of the funnel.

If they kept running like this, they would be on the main road in a few minutes, and they would be completely finished.

Just when I was at a loss what to do, several black Mercedes-Benz cars drove slowly from south to north and stopped at the intersection.

I want to eat ice cubes and it’s hailing!

God help!

While the crowd was in chaos, I pounced on them again. After a few minutes, no one in the entire street could stand up.

This is my first time dealing with ordinary people, and many of them are old neighbors.

The whole street was so quiet that I felt nervous. I took a few steps back, my knees weakened, and I kowtowed at them three times.

Standing up, I looked at the Mercedes-Benz again.

No one got out of the car, and there was no sound, as if no one was driving.

After a while, a young man walked out of the back door of the car and took the initiative to open the passenger door.

The car door slowly opened, and the person who walked out was Liang Hai!

For a moment, I was a little dazed. I looked behind me and then at him.

"Don't be surprised, it's me." Liang Hai smiled calmly: "I saw you were busy just now, so I went back to the car first."

"It's not that I have to put on a show, it's just a habit I've developed over the years. If I don't take a few people with me when I go out, I feel uneasy."

He himself admitted that he did not earn clean money, perhaps because he was afraid of being sought for revenge.

It’s understandable to bring more people with you when you go out.

However, that's not my focus.

I didn’t want to pretend anymore, so I simply showed my cards: “Why do you want to help me?”

Liang Hai raised his eyes and said, "Because I believe in you."

"I said before that you believe in retribution and have a bottom line. You cannot be a bad person."

He looked behind me: "Bad people may not hurt others, and those who hurt others may not be bad people. I believe you have a reason for it."

"Thanks."

These are the only two words I can say. Although they are unemotional, they are truly sincere.

"I hope you won't betray me."

"That's natural." Liang Hai stood forward and said, "So, you should knock me out too."

"Not just me, but them too."

Liang Hai pointed to the cars behind him, his face full of calmness.

I shook my head slowly and said, "I hurt people just to shut them up. You won't betray me, so I don't need to attack you."

"That would be equivalent to telling everyone that we are accomplices, and it will not be easy for you or me."

When I was about to take action, Liang Hai called out to me again.

"Can you drive?"

If there are too many lice, don’t worry about itching; if there are too many famines, don’t worry about returning them.

I owe him enough favors, not least this one.

Thinking of this, I happily took the car keys over and said, "Thanks."