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Half an hour ago, the rampant large truck destroyed the customized reinforced commercial vehicle, forcing the bodyguards to stay and break the road. Only the driver Yan Xu was left to protect the two and get into the intact bodyguard vehicle.

Half an hour later, they were blocked on the wide road by well-prepared roadblocks.

The driver turned the steering wheel for half a turn, and the remaining two cars quickly pressed on, the black shell with a puff of smoke, rolling over arrogantly, as if they were sure that they would not be able to escape.

Yan Xu clenched the gun in his hand, and quickly said: "Boss, let Xiao Li take you and Mr. Ye first, and I will stay."

There was bloodlust in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't let them catch up."

Ye Yao smelled a hostility from this usually respectful and gentle assistant.

As if aware of his gaze, Yan Xu turned his head and smiled slightly at him: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, before being hired by the boss, this is the guy I eat."

He raised the gun in his hand and turned it skillfully.

Ye Yao: "..."

He quietly stepped closer: "Who are these people beside you..."

Bu Chong raised the corners of his lips: "Normal people."

The tire was punctured by a hard nail on the ground, the driver stabilized the direction, slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the front seat: "Boss!"

Ye Yao pulled his heavy arm: "Let's go—"

He was pulled back by Bu Zhong: "Wheelchair."

"What wheelchair do you need at this time!" Ye Yao saw in the rearview mirror that the car behind him had stopped ten meters away, and Yan Xu opened the left door and leaned out.

Ye Yao lowered his voice: "Your legs can walk now, it's too cumbersome to run away with a wheelchair."

Bu Zhong said: "I can walk but I can't run, and I can't guarantee how long I can last. If rescue doesn't come, I can't hold it anymore. Instead of carrying a person, it's better to push a wheelchair."

He pulled over the wheelchair that he had fixed in the corner just now: "Get out of the car, I'll just take control automatically."

This remark makes sense.

Ye Yao didn't bother anymore, and bowed to follow the driver to get out of the car. The moment his foot landed, Ye Yao reached out and handed Yan Xu a small bottle.

"Hold it!" He raised his voice, "Don't get hurt!"

Yan Xu raised his hand and fired a shot at the foot of the rushing person, taking the time to say to him: "Take care of the boss!"

Ye Yao waved his hand.

Bu Zhong looked at Yan Xu, who smiled at him and turned his head away.

Suddenly, the intensive gunfire of the encounter came from behind.

The other party chose this place to block them, so he was fully prepared. Ye Yao saw a wide and unobstructed place. On the left was an open wasteland, and on the right...

"Go to the mountain!" He clutched his aching ribs, and the other hand was supported by the driver.

The small hill is not high, but in the deep night, the two-person-high woods are an excellent hiding place.

The heavy-footed wheelchair has changed its mode, walking on the potholes as if walking on the ground, and a dim light from the front illuminates the road one meter in front of him. Ye Yao followed closely behind him, listening to the gunshots getting louder and louder. Farther away, gasping for breath.

The people who came to support according to Bu Zhong's words could rush over in a few minutes, and the time should be about the same. If there is no accident, they can hold on.Ye Yao pushed the branches above his head, and the pleasant smell of green grass in the past has now turned into an annoying smell wrapped around his body, together with the bloody smell gradually rising from his lungs, it makes people want to gag.

He touched the ring with his fingers, but he didn't take it out.

The truck was hit badly. Fortunately, the heavy-footed car was specially made, and the people inside were all fine, except that Ye Yao hit his head and ribs when he jumped on him. The medicine that can heal the injury is relatively strong. It's really over when you swallow it and lie down on the ground.

Ye Yao rubbed his forehead, which was probably slightly concussed, and quickly turned his mind away from his injury.

Who else is behind it.

From Ye Shuming to the Bu's family, chasing to the sea, layer by layer, he thought that such a troublesome matter of crossing the border could be the end, but it was only the Bu family who cooperated with each other inside and outside, obviously there was still power behind it.

who else...

The pain between the ribs became more and more obvious, Ye Yao hissed and inhaled, his mind turned like a turbo at full power.

For some reason, he thought of Ye Shuming's last hysterical "betrayal".

...Just referring to Bujia?

Ye Yao pursed his lips tightly.

At this point in the matter, all his incredible speculations seem to be getting closer and closer to reality

The grandfather is related to the realm of cultivation.

Mutated people are related to the realm of cultivation.

The person who is chasing them to the point of desperation is also related to the realm of comprehension.

Peeling away layers of disturbing fog, the closer the truth hidden in it, the more frightening it is.

The wheelchair in front suddenly slowed down, and Ye Yao was caught off guard and knocked on the man's back.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yao's heart tightened, subconsciously looking around vigilantly.

Bu Chong turned his head and saw his appearance, with a little smile in his eyes: "There is a ditch in front. Why are you so restless?"

Ye Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought..."

He rubbed his forehead: "It's nothing, it's just that my mind is a little messed up."

Bu Zhong paused slightly, stretched out his hand and gently covered the back of his hand.

He didn't ask why, he seemed to have confirmed Ye Yao's worries, and the warmth of his palm was transmitted to the other body along with the contact: "Don't be afraid."

I am here.

Sitting in the wheelchair, he still had a straight back, as if the news about the ghost of the Bu family hadn't affected him at all. He wasn't sad, angry, or sad. He was as cold as a heart made of marble.

But no one is born with a heart of stone.

This person took a moment, still worrying about whether he would "worry".

Seeing him like this, Ye Yao seemed to be caught by something thin and dense in his heart, which was sore and painful.

"Step heavy." He said in a low voice.

The man's nasal voice is low: "Huh?"

Ye Yao walked forward with his wheelchair, his feet rustling over the sparse grass: "Your home, what happened today...how are you going to deal with them?"

Bu Zhong: "You mean those things that are eaten from the inside out?"

Ye Yao nodded: "Yes."

"How to deal with it." The man said casually, "Afraid I'm soft-hearted?"

Ye Yao: "No, I just think..."

He looked at the man with a somewhat casual attitude, but somehow his heart became more blocked.

Bu Zhong told him some things about the Bu family, even so, Ye Yao couldn't help but feel distressed every time he mentioned that dark place like a cliff whirlpool.

He and Bu Zhong are like pedestrians walking alone in the ice and snow. They are about to freeze and freeze to death before they meet each other. Rather than liking each other, they cuddle up to each other for warmth, adding firewood to each other's lives.

"From the day my parents died, the Bu family is a stranger except for my grandfather."

Having said that, Bu Chong paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "No, it's worse than strangers, maybe... can you add some hatred?"

He seemed to find it interesting, and said with relief between his brows and eyes: "The relationship between me and them is like a big tree. The roots are intertwined, and the branches greedily absorb nutrients. Carrying the thunder and the cold, you have to prevent being sucked dry, oh yes, when you steal something, you can also send some venom back, I don’t feel comfortable if it doesn’t kill me.”

"I was able to live so long. At first, my grandfather took care of me. Later, my grandfather couldn't support me. I got used to it after so many years."

Leaking company secrets, cooperating with competitors to set him up, or stuffing people around him, pretending to eavesdrop, I never did it when I was a child, but I found out that it didn't work, but every time I saw the poison in his eyes Ten out of ten, if it weren't for the fact that eyes can't kill people, he would probably have been killed thousands of times.

"So I know it's not surprising that they got involved in this matter." Bu Zhong snorted, "Alright, this time I'll come down and pack them up and send them in. I'll save my worries in the future."

Why is this person unwilling to show a little weakness in front of others.

Ye Yao sighed lightly, but strangely, the feeling of panic in his heart just now was much relieved.

Also.

If you are destined to be an enemy, there is nothing to be sad about.

Just like himself, after two lifetimes and decades of time, when he looked back at the Ye family, he felt nothing at all.

--not worth it.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the strength of his backhand holding the step weight was a little heavier.

Anyway...

I will be with you in the future.

"Clap."

Broken branches fell to the ground, and at last they emerged from the grove.

Across a small hill, the sound of gunfire on the other side was completely inaudible.

Ye Yao looked back subconsciously.

"Worried?" Bu Zhong said.

Ye Yao: "Yes."

One person can deal with so many people, and naturally he can't let go of whether he is his own person who has been with Buzhong for so long.

As the boss, Bu Zhong didn't seem to have any extra emotion: "Yan Xu was specially selected by Lao Yang from the army for me. He was a bodyguard at the beginning, but I think it's a pity that he can only be a bodyguard because of his knowledge. Later, he was gradually promoted to the position of assistant."

He comforted: "Don't worry, even if he can't knock down those people, self-protection is fine. Besides..."

He lowered his voice and smiled at Ye Yao: "Didn't you leave something for him?"

Ye Yao touched his nose: "Did you see it?"

"My boyfriend flirts with my subordinates behind my back, of course I have to pay attention."

I don't know if the dawn is in sight, Bu Zhong thought of joking with him: "Otherwise, Hong Xing and Qing Mei are out of the wall, where should I cry?"

Along the way, the driver who honestly helped Ye Yao as the background board seemed to be unable to bear it and silently moved two steps to the side.

Ye Yao sneered: "You really are..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly paused: "That's it!?"

On the highway some distance away, there were a few cars driving towards this side. With the headlights of the cars, Ye Yao saw the familiar number plates with a sharp eye.

Ye Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became a little higher: "They're here!"

He turned back to pull Buzhong: "We can go back to—"

The second half of the word suddenly stuck in the throat.

Ye Yao looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart sank suddenly.

The honest driver did not know when he stood behind Bu Zhong, and the slightly flickering lights reflected on that non-existent face, showing an indescribably strange and evil look.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye." He gestured to the pistol he had on Bu Zhong's waist, and said softly, "Please come with me, Mr. Bu."