Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Just as Vermouth had expected, Karasuma Soshin, who had a good night's sleep, arrived in London shortly after dawn.

After getting off the plane, Karasuma Soshin, carrying only his ID and cell phone, looked at the snow-covered scene outside the terminal.

Then, without notifying anyone in advance to pick him up, he got on a bus from the airport to central London.

Having concealed all his dangerous aura, Karasuma Soshin was like an ordinary passenger, blending in naturally and casually with the other passengers.

Sitting in the back seat by the window, I took out my phone and opened my email, which was filled with work emails.

But after just a glance, Karasuma Soshin put away his phone.

Then look out the window.

It was snowing in London, too, but it was obviously much more gentle than in Vladivostok.

A thin layer covers everything within sight.

After leaving the airport, the bus drove all the way towards the city center, with passengers getting off and getting on along the way.

Karasuma Soshin didn't pay attention to those things, his eyes were always on the window.

It seemed as if the snow and scenery outside the window had an incomparable attraction to him.

Until the bus stopped at a station near the center of London, new passengers boarded the bus.

Karasuma Soshin, who had been looking sideways out the window, suddenly retracted his gaze and looked up at the new passenger who got on the bus.

There were four people, the one leading was a young woman holding a child, and the one in the middle was a young man.

The last person to get on the bus was a middle-aged man with a fierce look and a sturdy build.

Karasuma Soshin simply glanced at the three of them and then looked away indifferently.

There was not much difference between him and the other passengers who also cast their glances and then looked away in an instant.

There were quite a few passengers on the bus, and the front seats were basically full.

There are empty seats in the back row, but not many.

Originally sitting next to Karasuma Soshin was a young man who had also taken the bus from the airport, but happened to get off at this stop.

Naturally, there was an empty seat next to him.

But less than two minutes later, someone sat in the vacant seat next to him.

To be precise, there are two.

Hearing the whimpering sound of a baby next to his ear, Karasuma Soshin turned his head to glance at the young woman who chose to sit next to him.

The young woman coaxed the child who was only one or two years old in her arms, and repeatedly apologized to Karasuma Soshin who was looking over at her.

No one knew if it was because of the unfamiliar environment or if she was really feeling unwell, but everyone could see that the young woman was trying her best to comfort the child, but the child in her arms was still crying.

The boy who got on the bus after the woman sat quietly on the other side of the aisle, in the same row as the woman.

There is an aisle in the middle.

The burly middle-aged man sat in the back seat behind the young woman, with only a seat between them.

The crying child attracted the attention of everyone in the car.

Not only did people around cast glances at him, but a few helpful people also came forward to ask if he needed help.

The young woman politely declined the help of these people, saying that her child was just a crybaby and had trouble adapting to unfamiliar environments.

Seeing that the child was wrapped tightly and was very dependent on the young woman, he called "Mom" from time to time and kept sticking his little face against the young woman's neck.

The few people who came forward with a skeptical attitude just put their minds at ease. Before they could sit back in their seats, they heard the middle-aged man sitting behind the young woman say impatiently:

“Why haven’t you coaxed the child yet? He was fine when he came out.

If you can’t, just give the child to me and I will take care of him.”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stood up from his seat and prepared to take the child.

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, the young woman's body stiffened, she tightened her arms around the child, and then quickly let go.

His tone was firm as he spoke:

"No, I will not give you the baby."

Hearing this, countless suspicious eyes were cast on the middle-aged man.

There was obvious anger in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his already murderous facial features looked even more ferocious.

"I can't even hold my child. Is she really your child with another man? Are you afraid that I will strangle her to death?"

Without waiting for the young woman to answer, the middle-aged man became more and more angry:

"Bitch, I knew you were secretly looking for other men behind my back. This kid doesn't look like me at all."

The discussion about family ethics made everyone in the car put away their suspicious eyes and instead show a look of excitement.

She looked at the appearance of the child in the young woman's arms, then at the appearance of the middle-aged man, and nodded silently.

There's really no way to find anything similar.

In the middle of winter, I can hear such fresh and exciting live gossip while riding in a car.

Faced with the man's hand raised to hit her face, the young woman holding the child trembled all over, including the corners of her lips and eyelashes.

The next second, a hand stretched out to block the middle-aged man's slap.

"You little bastard, you are so mean. I am your biological father, but you are siding with your stepmother."

"Snapped!"

The young man who blocked the middle-aged man's right hand was slapped by the middle-aged man's left hand.

The sound was clear and loud, and many people who heard it felt a slight pain on their faces.

But this was clearly an internal family conflict, so the others had no intention of intervening except to watch the fun.

Of course, it’s mostly because of the ferocity and toughness displayed by men.

The boy took the slap and said nothing.

The face, which actually had nothing in common with the middle-aged man, was full of indifference.

The young woman who dodged the slap trembled more obviously, but the determination in her eyes became brighter.

She gritted her teeth, determined to fight to the death.

The middle-aged man glared at the young man fiercely, turned his head and looked at her again, and said:

"That's right, the child is not yours, he is the father of the child."

Following the young woman's gaze, everyone in the car's eyes fell on Karasuma Soshin who was standing beside the young woman.

Look at Karasuma Soshin's appearance, and then look at the child's appearance.

Although the child doesn't look much like him, looking at the child's cute little face, he looks much more handsome than the middle-aged man with average looks who has nothing to do with handsomeness.

Everyone believed that the child was Karasuma Soshin's.

The reason why they don’t look alike is probably because they take after their mother.

The middle-aged man's furious look made some people look at him with pity.

The mood of eating melons is getting more and more intense.

Karasuma Soshin, who was dubbed as the child's father, saw the pleading in the young woman's eyes but did not show any emotion.

This woman is very smart, but this alone is not enough to get him to help.

A trace of despair flashed across the young woman's eyes.

But when she looked down at her daughter's quiet eyes, innocent and full of dependence, she reaffirmed her belief.

The middle-aged man cursed at the young woman, including the teenager, and portrayed himself as a good man who worked hard to support his family and was busy with his work.

It's just a pity that his ex-wife died early, leaving behind an unruly son. His new wife became even colder to him after marriage, but spent money lavishly.

After finally having a daughter, she was extremely determined to divorce him and wanted to take most of his property.

The middle-aged man who had been cursing and complaining stopped attacking, and even had tears in his eyes when he talked about the sad parts.

The content of the conversation did not involve Karasuma Soshin, and it seemed that he did not think that Karasuma Soshin was the young woman's lover.

Therefore, many people think that the middle-aged man is a sensible and pitiful person.

At this time, he was able to resist taking his anger out on the child's biological father, whom his wife had herself acknowledged.

Only the young woman who was watching him closely noticed that the middle-aged man's eyes were becoming increasingly cold.

The boy who was also scolded did not react at all, as if he was used to it, and sat back in his original seat.

But at this moment, someone among the passengers watching this family ethics drama suddenly stood up.

"You said you loved your wife very much and suspected that she divorced you because she had cheated on you and fell in love with someone else and had a child. But when this lady identified the gentleman next to her as the biological father of the child.

You don't doubt it at all.

The only insults he gave were to this lady and that boy."

“Why, is it because you know that gentleman is not the biological father of the child, or you simply don’t care who the biological father of the child is.

I just want the passengers in the car to no longer doubt the relationship between you and this lady, so that you can continue to hold this lady and her child hostage. "

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