Chapter 231 Extra: Parallel Universe (3)
Rong Yuan made an unhappy "tsk" sound, but he was not too surprised.
After all, the Jin Yang he knew had grown up like an ordinary middle school student and had not received much special treatment. But this Jin Yang had returned to the capital when he was young. In this place full of second-generation officials and rich people, most of the people around him must be of this kind. Jin Yang's family background also determined that he was usually in a position of being flattered and respected by these friends. Under the influence of what he saw and heard, even if he didn't do it on purpose, he would gradually distance himself from ordinary people.
But the inner unhappiness will not change because of rational and objective thinking.
Out of sight, out of mind. Rong Yuan turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly stopped.
The brother and sister - Rong Yuan had heard of the girl and knew she was Jin Yang's cousin Jin Yu - were parked in a black car 20 to 30 meters behind them. When he turned around, he saw a flash of fire in the car. It was someone sitting in the car with a cigarette lit.
He had been here for quite some time, but he had not noticed anyone else in the car. Rong Yuan frowned and said, "Wan Dou, check who is in that car."
"Yes," said Wandou. After two seconds, he added, "He's on the phone. I'll connect you."
After that, a hoarse male voice came from the headset, sounding as if he was deliberately exposing a sinister feeling: "Brother, she is out... Yes, there is no bodyguard with her, but there is a boy."
The "big brother" had a very young voice. He said, "Follow us. The plan remains unchanged. We will start at Qimi Bridge."
"learn."
Rong Yuan narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed across them.
…
Jin Yang was driving, and Jin Yu was leaning in the back seat in a frivolous manner, laughing. She had just drunk some wine and was so hot that she took off her coat. She was only wearing a light purple tube top underneath, revealing her smooth shoulders and slender waist.
Jin Yang sighed. There were no rules in his family that girls had to do this or that, but he still felt that Jin Yu was not a good person. But this sister had always been more opinionated than him, and most importantly, she was better at fighting than him. He could neither persuade nor control her, so he could only accompany her every time she went out to play. Among his friends, he was not like a brother, but more like a worried father.
"Haha, Jin Yang, did you see their expressions?" Jin Yu never called him brother unless he had something to ask for. She leaned on the back of the passenger seat and tilted her head to look at him, but she couldn't help laughing: "Too funny... Hahaha..."
"So happy?" Jin Yang glanced at her and asked.
"Yeah, that's right." Jin Yu nodded frankly and puffed his lips, which was a bit cute.
"Xiao Yu, you can't do this." Jin Yang said, and then closed his mouth. What else can he say? It's not that there are no long speeches, but all the reasons have been explained, and Jin Yu has never changed. She has said it so many times that she is annoyed when she hears similar words now.
As expected, Jin Yu immediately raised his eyebrows and said unhappily: "They are allowed to bully others, but I can't give them a taste of their own medicine? I can't stand them, so what's the point of teaching them a lesson!"
"You hate them, so do you have to become as hateful as them?" Jin Yang also raised his voice. Realizing that he was angry, he paused, then immediately calmed down and said, "I'm not blaming you. I also think their behavior is wrong, but Xiaoyu, you can stop them, but you don't have the right to teach them a lesson in a more extreme way."
He rarely spoke with such a stern face, Jin Yu bit her lip and didn't respond. She didn't know why, even though Jin Yang had a better temper than anyone else, she was particularly afraid of him getting angry, and even more afraid of his disappointed and dissatisfied look. So the girl slid down to the seat, covered her face with a pillow, and hummed like a pig, pretending not to hear Jin Yang's words.
Jin Yang knew that she would continue to do what she wanted in the future, and he felt that he had vented all his anger on her. Just as he was about to say something to her, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out from the side. Jin Yang hurriedly stepped on the brakes and leaned forward. Jin Yu on the back seat also rolled off the seat with a scream of "Ouch". The motorcycle stopped in front of them with a harsh friction sound.
Jin Yang was still in shock. He turned around to look at Jin Yu and asked, "Are you okay?" He felt relieved when he saw her touching her head and struggling to climb up from underneath. She didn't look like she was injured.
During this pause, the motorcyclist angrily dropped his bike and rushed over, knocking on their windows. He started to complain and yelled, "Do you know how to drive? Do you want to kill someone? Get off the bike! Do you hear me? Stop playing dead and get off the bike!"
Jin Yang frowned, opened the car door and was about to get out to argue with him, but Jin Yu, who was sitting in the back seat, had already jumped out of the car and grabbed the man and started beating him up. She had learned martial arts from Jin Nan since she was a child, and even though the motorcyclist was tall and strong, she still beat him until he screamed.
"Ah - let go! Stop hitting me! If you hit me again, I'll fight back! You little girl...Oh! Ah!" The motorcyclist screamed a few times and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you still standing there for! Come out here!"
——He has accomplices?
Jin Yang realized that what happened today might not be an accident, and hurriedly pulled Jin Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, wait, go back to the car first!"
Jin Yu refused and turned around to take out a baseball bat from the trunk. She sneered at the motorcyclist and said, "Go ahead and call everyone out! I'll beat you to death!"
The motorcyclist backed away while saying sternly, "Where are the people? Where did they go?... Don't come over here! I warn you, if you go any further I will not be polite... Shi Tou! Big Cat! Fork! Fatty, get out here!" He shouted and screamed, his eyes constantly glancing towards the alley on the left. Jin Yang and the other man also looked over there. There was silence for a moment. The dark alley was quiet and there was no movement at all.
Jin Yu waited for a few seconds, then looked away, looked at the motorcyclist with a half-smile, and said, "Shout, why don't you shout?"
The motorcyclist's eyes rolled around, sweat began to form on his forehead, and he kicked his own motorcycle with a clang. With no way to retreat, he panicked for a moment, laughed dryly, and stammered, "Sister, sister, I was wrong. I was riding without eyes, and I spoke dirty words... Sister, just treat me like a fart and let me go, okay?"
Jin Yu sneered, tapping her palm with the baseball bat, and approached. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were scanning back and forth as if she was looking for a convenient place to attack. The motorcyclist turned around suddenly, grabbed the handlebars and pushed the bike towards her, then turned around and rushed into the alley like a gust of wind. A short shout was vaguely heard, and then there was no sound.
Jin Yu jumped back in time to avoid being hit by the falling car. Seeing the man running away in panic, she smacked her lips and said in dissatisfaction, "This man is such a coward!"
"Stop talking!"
Jin Yang shook his head and walked over, picked up the motorcycle on the ground and put it against the wall. Jin Yu asked again: "Why do you care about it?"
"He will definitely come back to look for the car later. Besides, this car is blocking the road, how can we move?" Jin Yang moved the motorcycle away, patted the dirt on his hands, returned to the car, and looked back.
He remembered that a black car seemed to have followed them for a long time. It was behind them just now, but now it has disappeared. This is a bit strange. However, he still remembers the license plate number, so he will ask someone to check its origin later.
He was about to drive away when he suddenly heard another scream, short and sharp, filled with great grief and pain, but it stopped abruptly halfway through.
…
As soon as the motorcyclist ran into the alley, a hand grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall, almost strangling him to death. He screamed and then couldn't make a sound. He stretched out his hands and tried to pry them apart, but the hand on his neck was like an iron clamp and didn't move at all.
He squinted his eyes and took a look. He couldn't see the man's face in the dark. He seemed thinner than him, but he exuded a dangerous aura. Looking at his eyes, the motorcyclist had no doubt that this man had killed someone before, and...if necessary, he would kill him without hesitation.
His legs began to tremble , and his eyes were filled with fear. He had thought that the violent woman just now was scary enough, but now he knew what true fear was.
There were several black human silhouettes on the ground. They were his subordinates who were originally arranged here. Now they were all lying on the ground. No sound could be heard and no movement could be seen. When the motorcyclist thought that his subordinates might die here and he might die too, he was afraid, regretful and hateful. He could not struggle and was filled with despair. He could not help but choke and sob. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and he accidentally blew a snot bubble.
"snort!"
The man who was holding his neck snorted in disgust, shook his hand and threw him away. The motorcyclist screamed and crashed into the back of a fellow on the ground. The body under his palm was warm and seemed to be breathing. He couldn't help but feel relieved, and then shuddered again.
If he was alone, he would have run away immediately. But now so many of his brothers were lying on the ground, and he couldn't leave them to survive alone. The only thing he could do now was to fight!
He reached down and pulled out the dagger he had hidden on his body. He hardened his heart, shouted loudly, then turned around and pounced on the man.
Just when he was thrown to the ground, Jin Yang had already started the car. The light shone into the alley. Although it was not bright, people's faces could be roughly seen.
The motorcyclist who rushed over with blades in both hands looked at the man in front of him, and a voice of extreme astonishment seemed to be squeezed out from his trachea: "Brother Yuan...Brother Yuan?"
Rong Yuan kicked him in the chest, and the 170-pound man flew out, and the knife hit the wall with a "clang" sound. Hearing his name, Rong Yuan raised his eyebrows and barely found a familiar face from the pile of golden hair and nose studs and earrings.
"...Xia Yulong?" he said uncertainly.
Xia Yulong, dressed in a punk outfit, stared at him, his grievance and accusation gradually overwhelmed his fear, as if he couldn't believe how he could do such a thing.
Rong Yuan felt something was wrong.
He heard rustling footsteps behind him. He turned his head suddenly and saw Jin Yang, who felt uneasy after hearing the sound, standing at the entrance of the alley and looking at them in surprise. Jin Yu came out from behind him, holding the baseball bat that had not been used in time in his hand, and looked back and forth with interest with his head tilted.
Rong Yuan: ...I want to be alone.
