Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

"Stop lying to me."

Naturally, Tang He didn't believe it. When he was young, he had been the captain of the Ghost Eye Group in the Ninth District, but because he couldn't stand the high-pressure environment, he resigned and started his own business.

But after so many years, the basic skills have not been forgotten, and there are not many people who can subdue him in the whole country.

He was indeed intrigued, though.

The person who can make Cen Xiao such an evaluation, either has real skills, or has already become irrationally fascinated by Cen Xiao.

Cen Ling left the lounge, walked along the corridor to the hall, and found that Li Rong was sitting on the sofa, with his knees sticking together obediently, holding a paper cup in both hands, sipping hot lemonade one mouthful at a time.

The receptionist was sitting at the desk, and couldn't help but peek at him from the corner of his eye, obviously not paying attention to work at all.

Seeing Li Rong tilting his head inadvertently and blowing hot air, the receptionist couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Seeing this, Cen Wei understood that what Li Rong wanted to know had probably been leaked by the front desk.

There are two temptations in this world, money and beauty, no one can escape.

He walked over, raised his hand and stroked Li Rong's wet hair, pinched the remaining lock between his fingers, and rubbed it carefully.

"Why is it so wet?"

Li Rong put down the paper cup and said lightly, "The wind is strong, the umbrella is useless."

Cen Xiao found a clean towel, tore off the packaging bag, put the towel on Li Rong's head, and slowly wiped his wet hair.

Li Rong didn't shyly refuse, he sat openly, squinted his eyes comfortably, and let Cen Xiao serve.

Tang He crossed his arms and watched from an inconspicuous corner, thinking that Cen Wei must be bewitched.

Li Rong is beautiful, but looks weak, pale and sickly, and he is still very young, his experience may not be as good as that of Cen Wei, no matter how you look at it, he is an embroidered pillow.

But Tang He was a little puzzled because of Li Rong's calmness.

This kind of calmness gave Li Rong an aura beyond his age, even if he stood in the same scene with Cen Xiao, he would not be inferior.

Li Rong tilted his head, avoided the towel, and looked up at Cen Wei: "Why doesn't the boss come over? I don't even know whether I should stand up and say hello."

He noticed Tang He early in the morning, and after just a few glances, he judged that it was the boss of the training ground.

Seeing that the wiping was almost done, Cen Wei held the towel in his hand, stroked Li Rong's messy hair: "I'm watching you."

Li Rong was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help curling his lips: "What happened to make him care so much about me?"

Cen Wei said solemnly: "Face."

Li Rong raised his eyebrows, and without saying whether he believed it or not, he lightly responded, "Tsk."

When Tang He saw Li Rong looking at him, there was friendly waiting in those clear eyes, he knew that he had been discovered.

Tang He came over and held out his hand to Li Rong: "How about it, are you interested in coming to my place to keep fit?"

Li Rong stood up, gently shook Tang He's hand, and said with a smile, "I'm not in good health now, but I will be sure in the future."

He knew that Tang He probably regarded him as a fragile embroidered pillow.

But he doesn't mind, sometimes being underestimated can often occupy a greater initiative.

Cen Wei stared down at Li Rong and Tang He's hands, and couldn't help but tear them apart: "Okay, let's train."

Li Rong withdrew his hand and stood beside Cen Xiao with a smile.

Tang He silently rolled his eyes at Cen Wei's possessiveness. He is an old man who is almost fifty years old, so what can he think about children.

Just hold a finger.

The son of the president of the dignified chamber of commerce, was indeed insane after being bewitched by beauty.

But on the way to the training room, Li Rong glanced past Cen Wei, looked at Tang He, and asked abruptly, "How many people will take the Nine District Exam next year?"

Because of the special nature of the exams in the nine districts, the number of participants varies greatly each year. Some years are highly competitive, while others are easy. Knowing the number of exams in advance and making reasonable plans is probably the wish of every candidate.

Tang He looked at Li Rong vigilantly, and after a while, said indifferently: "How do I know this, I'm not the chief examiner."

Li Rong put his hand into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, smiling innocently: "I can't reveal it, I'm sorry, I won't ask."

Tang He's eyebrows twitched.

Because there are many people who come to him for mock exams, according to the rules of previous years, he can indeed estimate the approximate number of people.

But for the fairness of the exam, he couldn't reveal it to anyone.

Even Cen Xiao couldn't.

But Tang He listened to Li Rongxu's gentle voice, and couldn't bear to refuse him forcefully.

He said, "Don't worry, Cen Xiao will definitely pass the exam."

But he soon discovered that Li Rong, who was comforted by his words, did not have any obvious mood swings, as if Li Rong was not worried about whether Cen Xiao could pass the exam at all.

Walking to the training room, Tang He immediately threw off his coat, and took out a special pistol from the item cabinet.

This pistol is filled with blank bullets with rubber bullets. The bullets will hurt when they hit people, but nothing will happen.

Tang He held the gun in his hand and twirled it twice, then spread his legs, stood carelessly towards the center of the training room, and raised his chin towards Cen Wei: "Come on."

Li Rong leaned against the window, leaning on the small balcony with his elbows, his eyes fell on Cen Xiao.

Gun fighting?

The Ninth District is obviously just an organization to curb bad business practices and supervise the operation of the United Chamber of Commerce, but judging from the strict requirements for members, this work is more dangerous than the rights it carries.

Cen Xiao didn't refute, he shook off his coat, and he was wearing ordinary shirt and jeans inside.

But he has a good figure, and such ordinary outfits can't cover up his beautiful muscular outline.

Li Rong stared at the wrinkles on his shirt and licked his lips. He suddenly felt his mouth was a little dry, and he could drink another glass of lemonade.

Tang He held a gun in his hand, while Cen Wei was unarmed. No matter how you looked at it, it was an obvious disadvantage.

But Cen Wei just moved his fingers a little and walked in front of Tang He.

Tang He was naturally experienced, he knew that the pistol would not have the greatest advantage if he was too close, so he took a step back, and after making sure that Cen Wei could not raise his hand to hold the pistol slide, he smiled.

"I haven't encountered a candidate who can avoid it. You'd better pray that you won't encounter such a difficult opponent when you enter the Ninth District."

If the slide is held by someone, the pistol will jam. This is the most critical part of snatching the gun empty-handed. As an experienced veteran, Tang He will certainly not suffer from this disadvantage.

He aimed the gun at Cen Xiao's chest.

Li Rong's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly moved his gaze away from Cen Xiao's body, and landed on Tang He's hand.

In this situation, I must not be able to avoid it.

The training room was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Surviving under the gun is not only a physical test, but also a psychological warfare. In this case, a look may determine the outcome.

Although he knew it was just training with blank bombs, Li Rong suddenly became nervous for some reason.

He began to think about what to do if one day Cen Xiao really encountered such a situation because of him.

Tang He put away his smile, and pulled the hammer with his thumb. For this kind of single-action pistol, the bullet can be fired with a slight pull of the trigger with the index finger, and there is no time for anyone to react.

The usual guns in the Ninth District are all like this.

Tang He: "I'll only give you five seconds. You can try to dodge sideways and squat down, but my muzzle will catch up quickly, so you have no chance of winning. Now...start!"

As soon as Tang He's voice fell, Cen Wei suddenly said, "1351 people, the number of people who have signed up for the basic assessment of the nine districts."

If it was ordinary gossip, Tang He would definitely not be distracted. He has received professional training and knows that psychological warfare is equally important. Before he started talking, he had already prepared himself so that he would not be disturbed by any external information.

This is actually a bit unfair to Cen Wei, because not every enemy with a gun has such mental preparations.

But Tang He never expected that Cen Wei reported the exact number of people participating in the Ninth District assessment.

With the big data in the museum, he estimated that the number of participants next year would be about 400 to [-] based on previous years' models.

Except for the personnel in charge of the examination within the Ninth District, this is already the most accurate data.

But Cen Xiao actually knew.

Before the training, Li Rong's casual question caused him a certain amount of psychological pressure, but he didn't even realize it. He subconsciously wanted to be careful and avoid it.

So when Cen Wei rashly reported the answer, Tang He was stunned uncontrollably for a few seconds.

This time must have exceeded the five seconds he stipulated, and Cen Xiao did not miss this opportunity.

Li Rong once watched a magician's performance, and he knew that through practice day after day, a person can develop a speed beyond the judgment ability of the eyes.

It's like a magician making a coin disappear under your nose. You know that he is caught between your fingers, but at that moment, your eyes can't catch the coin at all.

It was as if his eyes couldn't catch Cen Xiao's movements, as if for a split second, when he came back to his senses, Cen Xiao had already moved his vital parts away from Tang He's gun.

The few seconds he gained was enough for him to take a step forward, grab the sleeve with one hand, and slam Tang He's wrist with the other to grab the gun.

After all, Tang He had received professional training, he reacted quickly, pulled the trigger violently, blocked Cen Xiao's speed with the violent vibration of the gun body, and let the loud noise interfere with Cen Xiao's hearing.

This way he will have another chance to load it.

Although the pistol jammed, Cen Xiao's left hand was indeed shaken, and his movements slowed down.

But when Tang He was about to raise his leg and slam Cen Xiao's lower abdomen, shaking his hands and swinging the gun, his movements stopped instantly.

Tang He lowered his head and saw Cen Xiao's movements clearly.

Although Cen Xiao's left hand was shaken, his right hand didn't come to hit his wrist bone.

At some point, a sharp metal part was missing from Cen Xiao's belt buckle.

And that accessory was hiding in his right hand, and now the sharp edge was aimed at Tang He's wrist vein.

If the knife is cut down and the vein is cut off, Tang He will lose blood and go into shock within 10 minutes.

Cen Xiao's purpose was not to take the gun away, he wanted the other party to die.

Just like on a battlefield where there is no distinction between right and wrong, there is no need to obtain any information, secrets, hostages, simply, just kill the other party.

Living in a modern society, Tang He shuddered to be able to have such a consciousness.

He didn't know if Cen Wei had greeted the little beauty in advance, and deliberately let the little beauty ask questions first, so as to bury an impression in his heart.

If not, if it was just Cen Xiao's improvisation based on the situation at the time, it would be even more terrifying.

Like Tang He, Li Rong was shocked by that precise number.

He hesitated for a longer time before a few words popped into his head.

Lanshu District [-], simplified.

Probably because Jian Fu's carefree appearance formed a stereotype for him, he even forgot that Jian Fu is a mental arithmetic genius specially recruited by the first district, and it is not a good pair of parents who can pass the examinations and exams. of.

The first district is in charge of the Internet and big data, so how could it not get the number of people who signed up for the exam in the nine districts?

There are specialties in the art industry, although the Ninth District is well-known, it is inevitable that it will be monitored by other districts.

So last time when Yang Fenfang asked, Cen Wei said that Jian Fu was studying cryptography, did he really make it up?

Sometimes the truth that is too much like a lie is the easiest to be ignored.

Naturally, Tang He has no obligation to report this matter to the Ninth District, because Cen Wei can say that he made it up casually, if it is right, it is a coincidence, and if it is not, it is a joke.

But he believed in his heart that Cen Xiao was not lying.

Tang He smiled and let go of his grip, letting the gun hang on his index finger, which represented his approval of Cen Xiao's success.

He joked lightly: "Okay, keep it hidden, I still underestimate you."

Cen Xiao also took advantage of the opportunity to put away the metal accessories, and put them on the belt buckle, and the accessories fit perfectly, looking no different from ordinary belts.

Cen Wei lifted the belt, adjusted the half of the shirt that had slipped out, took Tang He's gun, and unloaded the magazine: "Don't be too shocked, you are not the first person who didn't dodge."

Li Rong's heart moved slightly.

What does not the first mean?

Didn't Cen Xiao encounter this situation more than once?

Tang He sighed lazily: "I'm old, I don't react as well as you young people." He sighed, looked at Cen Wei again, and couldn't help asking, "Is that person before... better than me?"

Cen Xiao lowered his head, playing with the rubber bullet in his hand, and was silent for a while, then he pulled his lips, his eyes froze: "I won't tell you."

Li Rong raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at Cen Xiao's subconsciously pressed fingers, and a thought came to his mind.

That person is stronger than Tang He.

Tang He was rejected by Cen Wei again, his old face was a bit uneasy, his head became hot, and he pretended to be mysterious and said: "Don't be too confident, I met a very good candidate recently."