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The car was driving very fast. Wen Can held the steering wheel with one hand and dialed a number with the other hand, but the call was never connected.

The regular and long beeping sound echoed in the silent carriage, seeming to represent a cold and evasive rejection.

Wen Can gritted his teeth and quickly dialed Ye Kong's number, but the call didn't go through either.

His fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter, his knuckles turning discolored and his teeth chattering.

Anger mixed with increasing fear, entangled around him in strands, making it almost impossible for his brain, which had not experienced such emotions in many years, to think.

After three failed attempts to get through, he made his last call to Secretary Fei: "Take people to the hospital. No matter what the cost, catch Wen Shengtian."

After hanging up the phone, the only sounds in the car were the dull sound of the wind and the sound of the car moving.

The night was like a dark mountain, pressing down heavily on him.

He heard his own heavy, dead breathing.

Occasionally, a street light would pass by and his eyes would be reflected in the rearview mirror.

In that fleeting moment, it didn't look like a human, but more like a miserable beast with its fur damaged to the vital parts.

The car ran through three unoccupied red lights in a row, and just as it was about to continue speeding, a life-saving cell phone ringtone finally rang.

Wen Can glanced at the incoming call and picked it up immediately: "Are you okay?"

"Ok?"

The girl's voice was normal, her tone puzzled, and she listened carefully. Instead of answering, she asked, "Are you speeding? It's making a lot of noise, slow down."

"..." Ye Kong's normal way of speaking became the best antidote. Wen Can subconsciously released the accelerator, slowed down, and the sound of the wind was no longer so shrill.

Heavy breathing filled the phone. Wen Can closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down: "I'm glad you're okay. I thought..."

"You think you are right."

Wen Can suddenly fell silent, his pupils slightly narrowed.

·

On the other end of the call, Ye Kong held up the phone and raised his eyes under the street light.

She stood in front of the coffee shop, in an open space lit only by street lights, where bodyguards in black suits lay lying on the ground.

But beside her, there were more people.

·

Not long ago, Ye Kong, wearing a new outfit and a hat and mask, pushed the door open and walked out.

Just as I was about to take a step forward, the sound of an engine attracted my attention.

When I looked up, I saw three Mercedes-Benz cars parked in front of me, followed by several bodyguards in suits.

Holding the phone that had just sent a text message, she stopped and looked up, seeing the leader walking forward and bowing to her respectfully - seemingly respectfully.

Because the first thing he said was, "Miss Immortal Demon, please come with us."

"Aren't there any newer lines?"

A muffled voice came from under the mask. Ye Kong's dark eyes swept lightly under the street light, and after a quick thought, he said, "Where are we going? The hospital?"

"..."

"Are you so surprised? Wen Rong is already in jail, and the hot search has been cancelled. The only person who can take the trouble to look for me at this time can only be that old man." As she spoke, she seemed to be a little emotional, and whispered softly, "Why is he not dead?"

……

The cold malice implied in these self-talks made the bodyguard leader, who was used to being a thug, feel a little cold.

The next moment, the girl looked up, her dark eyes fixed on him: "You haven't answered me yet, are you going to the hospital?"

After a few seconds of silence, the man replied stiffly, "No, of course not to the hospital. We're going somewhere else, and then you just need to wait for the young master to pick you up. Don't worry, we won't do anything, and you can still eat, drink and sleep well."

The corners of her mouth curved up under the mask, and she couldn't help laughing: "While I was eating, drinking and sleeping well, my boyfriend was out there signing a humiliating treaty with that old man, right?"

The bodyguard frowned: "The old man won't do anything to the young master! He is his grandfather!"

"He is nothing."

Ye Kong was too lazy to say more: "I won't go with you - if you lie and say you're going to the hospital, I might agree."

"This is not something you can refuse to do if you don't agree to it!"

The bodyguard's face also darkened and he waved his hand to signal his men to go forward and arrest the man.

Ye Kong stepped back.

The bodyguard also stepped forward.

But just as he took a step, the sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, which was particularly clear in the middle of the night.

The bodyguards subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, only to see that the tightly closed door of the bakery next to the coffee shop was opened. Several tall and strong men, who were obviously martial artists but dressed in various clothes, filed out and stood in front of Ye Kong, yawning.

"Where are you going at this late hour?"

Ye Kong glanced at him and frowned in disdain: "You guys are so unprofessional. I am outshined."

"In our line of work, professionalism isn't determined by clothing, right? It's determined by skills."

Ye Kong didn't argue with him.

She looked up at the shocked head bodyguard and laughed again, "Really? Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who can only wait to be taken hostage without the protection of a boyfriend? I'm an immortal demon, worth hundreds of billions, and my artistic value is infinite."

She stood on the steps and raised her index finger pointing upwards.

The people below looked up subconsciously.

Under the eaves, multiple cameras in front and behind turned at the same time, pointing red lights at them.

"We have the evidence. You are trespassing with bad intentions, and I am acting in self-defense."

She stepped back again, turned around and pushed the door open, saying, "Call me when you're done. I still have to follow my boyfriend."

The glass door opened and closed again, and in an instant the girl left only an inhuman, cold and superior glance.

·

The bodyguards in fancy clothes were busy tying up the bodyguards in suits.

Ye Kong stood in front of the low-key black Volkswagen, holding his cell phone and answering Wen Can's call.

Her tone was relaxed and her spirit was calm. She told everything that happened here steadily and quickly: "I know. Are you driving so fast to find me? Then you can turn around and don't waste time."

"..." There was silence for a long time before a man's deep voice rang out, "Thank you."

"You've said this too many times today. I'm protecting myself. What do you have to thank me for?"

"I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me..."

"If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have thought of hiring a bodyguard for a long time."

She looked up at the night sky, lost in thought again: "Honestly speaking, a year ago, my life was to live as long as I could - not that I wanted to die, but I really didn't care. But now I find that I don't know when I started to cherish my life and become afraid of death. I no longer don't care. I started to want to live forever, just like when I first painted the Milky Way Flower."

She smiled slightly: "Do you know why my pen name is Undead Demon?"

"My mother has made many guesses about this, but no matter how she thinks about it, she thinks it's because she is too childish."

"That's right." Ye Kong said, "I got this inspiration after watching a cartoon in which the monsters could live for tens of millions of years. At that time, I just realized what made me different from others. I just realized that there was a broken receiver in my brain, but I couldn't even feel sad. I was just full of resentment. I wanted to have thousands of years to find what I was missing, whether it was love or hate, or the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness that a human being should feel. I wanted to experience it all, so I was called the Undead Monster."

"..."

"Now, I am glad that I met you, and I am also glad that what I got was not hatred, but love."

"..."

"Okay, I'm hanging up now. Go do whatever you need to do. It's 100% safe here. You don't need to come over."

"……it is good."

After a deep reply, the call was hung up.

On the highway where only the street lights were always on, Wen Can's wildly beating heart calmed down after this phone call.

But another kind of cold black flame rushed up, bringing a biting chill.

Yes.

Ye Kong is powerful and intelligent, Ye Kong is rich and decisive, so he can remain calm when faced with a huge threat that comes suddenly without any warning, and can even easily counterattack.

But, what if there was only a one in ten thousand chance? What if the people sent by the old man were more numerous and more elite than hers? Or even if there was none of these, what right did he have? Why did he do that? How dare he? ! ! !

呲————

The tires made a sharp and shrill noise as they rubbed against the ground.

The black car did a tailspin and swept sideways to a stop in the middle of the road. The driver shifted gears with one hand and turned the steering wheel with the other. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging and clearly visible.

After a moment, the car turned around and roared into the night.

The navigation is set and we are about to drive to the private hospital.

·

"It's tied."

After hearing the report, Ye Kong turned around and saw a pile of people in black suits tied up.

She thought about it, picked up her phone and took a few photos. Then she pointed to two people to stay and watch, and the rest drove with her.

"You drive, you sit in the passenger seat, and the others can make their own arrangements. Let's go."

"Where?"

"I told you to follow my boyfriend."

Ye Kong got into the car: "Fenglin Road, Shanheng Private Hospital."