"I don't think we need to be put in solitary confinement." Yang Zhiyong scolded with a cruel look on his face, "What's the point of keeping such a thing without eyes?"
Lu Jinhe was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question. Although the team member violated a taboo and scanned the children of the aristocratic family in person, he paid the price. He was seriously injured and only had one breath left, but the other party still wanted to kill them all. It was really cruel.
Seeing Lu Jinhe's embarrassed look, Chen Xing couldn't help but feel a chill in his lips and teeth. He was also secretly glad that Ye Yang Bailiu reminded him in time, otherwise he would be the one causing trouble now.
"Second Young Master Yang's credibility is very low, so he is very taboo about others checking him." Ye Yang Bailiu said in a low voice.
In West Africa's system, as long as the social credit is one 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, nobility or civilians, they are all treated equally. Unless your status reaches a certain level and you become one of the world's rule makers, you can completely break away from the supervision of the system. Even the children of a wealthy family must abide by the law honestly before they achieve a high enough social status. But then again, there are many ways for wealthy families to avoid punishment. Unless they encounter an opponent of comparable strength, it is difficult to be convicted.
Therefore, the legal provisions in this land are also called "hypocritical justice".
"It's true that the person named Lu is indeed a fool." On the other side, Wu Hao lowered his voice and said to the adjutant, with a look of gloating on his face.
"Bah bang bang!"
Just when the atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff, a few sporadic applause suddenly sounded from the car. Everyone turned to look and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old getting out of the car. Blonde and blue-eyed, handsome and slender, he was dressed in a beige aristocratic dress, embroidered with gold and embedded with copper buttons. In the afternoon sun, the whole person is golden.
"Little dwarf, besides bullying ordinary people, what else do you do?" he said disdainfully with a sneer on his lips.
"That's the eldest young master of the Moore family, Roy." Ye Yang Bailiu leaned slightly and said in Chen Xing's ear.
Yang Zhiyong turned around and stared at the blond boy, his triangular eyes bursting with fierce light, like an evil beast that could pounce at any time.
"No matter how bad it is, we are not afraid of you." Following 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. Followed by a white corset, which restrained the turbulent fullness. Finally, there is short hair as red as fire.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted, including Chen Xing's.
This is a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. She is tall, has a pure appearance, and has bright eyes. She looks like an inexperienced high school girl.
But under the corner of her left eye, she had a small pink peach heart tattooed on her. There are a row of small silver rings on his ears, which collide with each other as the footsteps tremble. He also wears pierced motorcycle gloves on his hands, walking like a snake and cat, and there is a sense of wildness all over his body.
"Golden Mouse, do you dare to fight?" Yang Zhiyong ignored the red-haired girl and pointed at Roy and shouted. He is the youngest and shortest here, but the most ferocious.
"Just you?" Roy took a step forward and stared into Yang Zhiyong's triangular eyes. The Moore family and the Yang family are political rivals and have had a lot of bad blood over the years, so they are tit-for-tat as soon as they speak out.
"Little dwarf, please don't embarrass your Yang family. You are no match for Brother Roy." The red-haired girl crossed her arms and raised her head with a look of contempt.
"you wanna die!"
Yang Zhiyong had been the pride of his family since he was a child. How could he bear such anger? He immediately shouted loudly and swung his fist at the red-haired girl. The girl turned sideways and was about to attack, but Roy next to her stepped in front of her and swung his arm outward to block Yang Zhiyong's fist.
The attack failed, Yang Zhiyong quickly jumped back, looking at the two of them, his face turned blue with coldness.
"I'll kill you!" He roared again, his fists glowing with orange-red light. In just an instant, the entire arm turned into a red-hot iron, constantly radiating heat outwards.
Seeing this, Roy opened his palms forward. The air continued to distort and deform, and a shadow of a shield emerged.
"Go to hell!" Yangzhi paused bravely, leaving a shallow hole on the ground, and punched out of thin air. In an instant, a fire dragon rushed out along his fist.
Everyone felt the hot wind blowing towards their faces and hurriedly retreated. Only a muffled sound of "dong" was heard, and the fire dragon hit the shadow of the shield. Then, as if it had hit the surface of a sphere, it turned at a ninety-degree angle and rushed towards the welcoming crowd.
Seeing that these innocent defenders were about to suffer, a figure rushed over and blocked the fire dragon with his body.
"boom!"
A layer of blue light appeared on the man's body, blocking the fire dragon. Taking a closer look, it was Lu Jinhe, the captain of the city defense army.
"Come again, have a good fight!" Yang Zhiyong clenched his fists with both hands and was about to launch a second round of attacks. He only has his opponent in his eyes and doesn't care about the life or death of others. The old man behind him has no intention of stopping him. He has his hands behind his back and his expression is indifferent, as if it has nothing to do with him.
"You two young masters, you are tired after riding in the car for a day. Let's compete again at another time."
At this time, a strong man came out of the car, stood between the two of them, and persuaded them. He is about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a camouflage vest, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks relatively honest.
"Zhang Meng, mind your own business, I'm enjoying myself." Another young man got out of the car, his voice was a bit sinister.
"Go away!" Yang Zhiyong shouted sternly, his aura rising in vain, his arms red as fire.
"Forget it, Second Young Master." Only then did the old man say.
Yang Zhiyong looked back, seemingly unwilling, but finally put down his posture.
"That's Zhang Meng, a branch of the Zhang family, and Luo Shaoqing, the fifth young master of the Luo family." Ye Yang Bailiu introduced in a low voice.
"Who is that girl?" Chen Xing asked, looking at the red-haired girl. He always felt that the other person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. Moreover, after waiting for a long time, Ye Yang Bailiu didn't take the initiative to introduce him, which made him feel even more strange.
"I know women..." Ye Yang Bailiu looked a little unhappy, as if he had asked something he shouldn't have asked.
"Just asking for information." Chen Xing said with a grimace.
Ye Yang Bailiu was silent for a while, and then said quietly, "She is Ye Yang Qingyan, my half-sister."
"I asked why it looks so familiar. It turns out he looks similar to you..." Chen Xing slapped his head hard, feeling very depressed about his stupidity.
"Hey! Those two over there, what are you muttering about?"
A cold shout came, and the two of them turned their heads at the same time, meeting a pair of cruel eyes.
