Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

He was too strong and tall, and as soon as he entered the room, the space inside became cramped.

When Pei Siyan saw Fisk's familiar face, the buzzing sound in his ears became even louder than before.

"Long time no see, Yan."

Fisk's face, which looked very much like a Western white man, gave Pei Siyan a gentlemanly smile, but there was a mixture of disdain and a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows.

Pei Siyan didn't say anything, his thin body tensed like an arrow about to be shot from a bow. This should be the first time in such a long time that Pei Siyan had such strong hostility towards someone.

The buzzing sound in his head grew louder as Fisk got closer, as if he were in a concert hall, where a team of musicians were composing a symphony for him using countless damaged instruments.

Various mottled blocks of color and disordered halos kept flashing before Pei Siyan's eyes. Fisk's face also deformed at this moment. His breathing was so heavy that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat like a drum.

Jiang Qing was in pain from being held by him, and finally he regained some consciousness, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, Yan, we don't have any experimental reagents right now."

Fisk was obviously pleased to see Pei Siyan's look. No matter how strong Pei Siyan was, he, Fisk's guinea pig, could only be his, Fisk's, guinea pig at this moment.

A little white mouse that can be manipulated at will.

Fisk stopped approaching Pei Siyan, took out a satellite phone from his trouser pocket, dialed the number, and put it to his ear to answer the call.

"Fisk?"

A pleasant female voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"Dr. Si, we found the person."

"Well done, Fisk." The woman's voice was filled with unconcealable joy, and she then told Fisk to hand the phone to Pei Siyan.

When Fisk answered the phone, Pei Siyan had already put Jiang Qing down against the wall. The moment the phone was handed to him, he grabbed Fisk's wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction with force. Pei Siyan's force was so great that the satellite phone in Fisk's hand slipped out.

He reacted quickly, grabbed Pei Siyan's silver hair and wanted to lift him up and throw him back to the ground. However, Pei Siyan knew his fighting style very well and attacked his lower body without hesitation. His hands kept moving and he pressed hard on several acupuncture points on his hands. Fisk immediately fell to his knees.

Pei Siyan used all his cleverness in this game. He was well aware of the difference in size between himself and Fisk, and he had been thinking about how to deal with him since the moment he opened his eyes.

Really useful.

His slender hand reached back to Fisk's waist, pulled out a semi-automatic pistol, quickly loaded the gun and put it against Fisk's forehead.

Then he squatted down again and picked up the satellite phone that had fallen to the ground.

The sound of electricity in the receiver and the lingering buzzing sound in Pei Siyan's ear canal mixed together, and his eardrum seemed to be surrounded by deep water and covered with a layer of membrane.

The rapid breathing sounds caused by the fierce fight were transmitted through the receiver to a country thousands of miles away.

"Xiao Yan, how does it feel to be home?"

Pei Siyan suddenly closed his eyes, his mind fighting with the painful memories of more than ten years. In the memory, the delicate and elegant woman held his hand and walked into the pure white laboratory. When she squatted down, the pleasant scent of lily of the valley floated into Pei Siyan's nostrils.

His mother Si Ci Ling said to him in a voice as gentle as water: "Xiao Yan, Mom will always love you."

Her love was so heavy that it almost crushed Pei Siyan, who was only four years old.

No mother's love is to send her child to a laboratory without sunlight forever and let him become an experimental subject.

How far is forever? Pei Siyan asked her at that time.

Si Ci Ling did not answer, but turned and left the laboratory.