burst match

"Is that so?" He Xing looked at the group of people outside the door.

They haven't given up on moving He, and are staring at him covetously.

Seeing that they didn't respond, He Xing sneered.

"If you want to go out and fight, and then break my furniture, I will kill you!"

After finishing speaking, He Xing pulled up his yellow hair, stood in front of him, and walked out aggressively.

Huang Mao was afraid that other people's iron rods would fall, so he yelled as he walked.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Before the gang of mobs could understand the situation, He Xing suddenly grabbed an iron rod and fought them.

When he was in the reserve service, he was also trained to fight and fight. In addition, he was quick and ruthless in his strikes, and he knocked over four or five in one fell swoop.

The rest of the people didn't expect He Xing to be so powerful and were a little dumbfounded.

Applause sounded.

"sharp."

This street is always noisy at night, but this round of applause is not loud but has a special sense of presence.

As soon as He Xing raised his head, he felt like scolding his mother.

"He Huan! Why is it you again!"

Am I cheating on your wife or stealing your job?

Why the hell do you want to hang around like this?

"If I don't come, how do I know you are so powerful?" He Huan was still wearing his white shirt, sitting on the iron railing across the road.

The railing has been around for many years, and it has also experienced artillery fire two years ago, so it is not strong at all.

He Huan just sat like this, with his legs dangling, making him look extraordinarily long.

As he spoke up and down, he swayed slightly.

He already had a face that would bring disaster to the country and the people. The gangsters in the lower city had never seen such a beautiful person. They looked at each other and showed discordant smiles.

But He Xing hadn't realized that He Huan had attracted fire for him, so he snorted and asked, "Could it be that I rejected you, and you just found these bastards to deal with me?"

He Huan continued to smile: "Little fool, if I want to deal with you, of course I will do it myself."

He Xing frowned, always feeling that He Huan's tone of voice sounded weird.

Those bastards laughed and walked towards He Huan.

"Ouch, little brother, he rejected you, we won't reject you!"

He Xing: ...

"Who do you want to deal with, you don't have to do it yourself, my buddy will help you!"

He Xing: ...

He seemed to finally understand what the conversation between himself and He Huan sounded like.

Then came some foul language, but He Huan didn't seem to care at all, just looked in He Xing's direction.

This gaze is so affectionate.

Reminds He Xing of the [-] o'clock TV series, where the infatuated female lead was rejected by the male lead, got drunk in the street, and was stopped and bullied by gangsters.At this time, the male protagonist drove by in a car, and the female supporting role stared at him infatuatedly, questioning the other person with her gaze, if you leave me alone, I will let these bad guys bully me to death.

The Martian menstruation is coming again, crazy!

A guy reached out to touch He Huan's face.

He Huan grabbed the opponent's iron rod, and suddenly threw it towards He Xing who was across the road.

Everything happened so suddenly, He Xing didn't expect it at all, he only knew that the iron rod brushed his cheek with the cold wind, and it was full of strength.

"Well--"

Behind He Xing came the sound of falling, and the sound of the iron bar falling to the ground.

He turned around and saw a gangster with tattoos all over his neck lying on the ground clutching his chest, and was hit by an iron rod thrown by He Huan.

Most of the bones were broken.

There was another half-stick, the tip of which had been ground to a sharp point.

He Xing's heart sank. Just now, the tattooed man wanted to plot against him. If he was hit by his stick, he might even die.

Suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The other gangsters were dumbfounded.

They took another look at He Huan, who could throw an iron rod with one hand and hit the target accurately, it was simply not human.

He Xing also opened his eyes wide: "Mist grass—are you practicing javelin?"

"You can't be fair and aboveboard even if you siege, you are really wasting food."

He Huan's voice was cold, and even He Xing was a little overwhelmed by this guy's aura.

The gangsters looked at each other and realized that this man might be more difficult to deal with than He Xing, so they retreated silently.

He Huan walked up to the tattooed man who attacked He Xing, and squatted down: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

"I told you that the other party didn't know each other...the cash they gave..." The tattooed man was still dead and his mouth was stiff.

He Huan shook his head: "No, it may be okay for you guys to gang up, blackmail, and rob, but you just wanted He Xing's life. What can make you have such courage is not only the large amount of money you give, but also the ability to Get this thing settled."

The tattooed man still didn't speak.

"Don't say it?" He Huan turned his face and lowered his voice, "Then you should die and wait for your employer to help you settle it."

After finishing speaking, He Huan grabbed the sharpened iron rod and slammed it down on the tattooed man's face.

Fog Grass!This is killing people!

"Hey—" He Xing rushed over and grabbed the top of the stick, "You're sick——"

He Huan's expression didn't even change, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

Looking at his side face, He Xing was terrified.

"If you kill He Xing, someone will help you settle it, and if I kill you, you can also settle it." He Huan made every word very clear.

The tattooed man trembled all over, leaving a puddle of water on the ground.

"I said! I said! People from the Zhao family! People from the Zhao family are looking for me!"

"Huh?" He Xing rubbed the back of his head, "Which Zhao family?"

He Huan let go of the iron rod and sneered: "Which Zhao family is there? The Zhao family that owns almost thirty clubs."

"Oh……"

In fact, he still didn't understand which Zhao family.

"Have you never heard of Zhao Rusong? A rich man who owns more than 20 airship clubs and has won the World Airship Championship for three consecutive years." He Huan explained patiently.

"I remembered, there were several airship clubs who wanted to sign my long-term contract, but I refused..."

Could it be because of this that the rich man Zhao Rusong asked someone to kill him?

"Don't get me wrong... Boss Zhao didn't say he was going to kill him, but... he just wanted to make sure he wouldn't be able to participate in the World Championships..." The tattooed man hurriedly defended.

So when the tattooed man made such a move, it was probably because he himself was red-eyed.

"Huh? I'm going to be hit by your stick. The white stick goes in and the red stick comes out. Of course I can't participate in the championship. I have to go to the funeral!"

He Xing was so angry that he kicked the opponent again.

Perplexed, he kicked again.

Still not relieved, he kicked again.

He Huan didn't speak, just looked at He Xing and vented his anger.

I thought that He Xing would kick the tattooed man to pieces, but who knew that He Xing turned around, found his sack, threw it on his shoulder, and left.

He Huan asked him, "What are you going for?"

"Pick up trash."

He Xing thought that He Huan would not come with him anymore, and he was still thinking about what happened tonight while walking.

He just wants to make money, to make money freely, without stealing or robbing.But if he offends Zhao Rusong, the giant of the airship race, he might not be able to survive in this business.

And, no matter how much he doesn't like that He Huan, he saved his life just now.

So annoying, how could it be that little boy who saved him?

All of a sudden, he lost the mood to pick up the trash, and when he turned around, he found that the little boy who made him irritated was following behind him.

"You... why are you following me?"

"Look at you picking up trash." He Huan replied very frankly.

He Xing sneered: "That's right, a rich man like you probably hasn't seen anyone picking up trash."

"Don't you thank me, I just saved your life."

"Then I will show you the performance of picking up trash now, which is considered a reward."

He Xing turned around and continued walking towards the garbage dump.

"You thank me, it's really unique."

He Huan really followed He Xing to the garbage dump.

The moonlight has a cool tone, falling on the piles of rubbish mountains. If you take a photo at this time, it must be very cinematic.

In particular, He Xing lowered his head and found the cardboard boxes one by one. Since they were placed under the mattress, of course he had to choose one that was cleaner and less smelly.

It didn't take long for He Xing to accumulate a sack of cardboard boxes, which was packed firmly, and he carried it on his back, then looked at He Huan who was standing not far away.

"My performance today is over. If you like to watch trash picking, get up early next time?"

"Oh, yes." He Huan nodded.

He Xing walked home with the sack on his back and walked for half an hour, while He Huan followed him the whole time.

Having reached the door of the house, He Xing knew that He Huan was still following him, so he turned around impatiently.

"Are you finished..."

"Slow down, your sack is torn."

He Huan's voice was very gentle.

He Xing was stunned for a moment, only to realize that He Huan had grasped the opening of the sack with his hands all the way.

If He Huan did it, the hole would be completely cracked, and the paper shell would come out of the hole.

"Thank you... thank you."

This is the first time He Xing has seen this kind of... this kind of rich man.

When he ran to the lower city where the law and order was poor, he could just pretend that he had never seen poor people come for sightseeing, and he was not afraid to walk around at night without a bodyguard, and even watched him pick up rags, and followed him all the way home?

"Mr. He, what is your purpose for following me like this, you might as well just tell me." He Xing raised his eyebrows, and put away his impatient expression.

"Can I go in and speak slowly?"

He Huan also put away his smile, and He Xing could feel the change in his attitude, which reminded He Xing of Guan Cheng's expression every time he made a strategic report-rigorous and self-disciplined.

He Xing sighed in his heart, he couldn't bear such a serious expression the most.

"I don't have a sofa for you to sit on, nor tea and coffee at home."

He Xing opened the door, what he said was true.

The sofa at home has been broken. It was bitten by a mouse some time ago, and the sponge burst out.

The small folding table in front of the sofa also has thin arms and legs. If you put something heavy on it, it might collapse.

He Xing didn't care about He Huan, sat cross-legged on the side of the bed, put cardboard under his bed, and asked while stuffing it, "Tell me, why are you following me?"

"Do you want to hear the truth, or a lie?" He Huan walked to his kitchen to visit.

The refrigerator is still an old model ten years ago, which makes people wonder if it was carried back from the garbage dump.

Opening the refrigerator door, there are not many things in it. I bought discounted milk, eggs and some not-so-fresh vegetables when they were about to expire.

"I'm used to hearing lies, so you should tell the lies first. A lie is more beautiful than the truth." He Xing replied.