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Chapter 773: Overlord is still alive, Yu Ji is gone

At this moment, Rosen just felt that the people around him were so damn idle that they were all there to watch the fun and not mind getting involved. They might even rush over to have a taste of the fun even if someone was going to kill them.

While he was madly complaining in his heart, Rosen bowed to the little girl who had just stood up and said, "Thank you for speaking up for me just now. If I have the chance to meet you again in the future, I will treat you to a meal."

With that said, he turned and left.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that the little girl was still standing there, and I thought of Luo Youwei for no reason.

He immediately walked back and reminded in a gentle voice: "This place is full of people of all kinds. It is really not a place for a little girl like you to come alone. Those guys who escaped may call someone to take revenge. If they can't find me, they may vent their anger on you. For safety's sake, you should hurry home." (Note)

"Yes. I know." The girl with small eyebrows, small eyes and an oval face smiled at Rosen and nodded, saying, "Let's go now."

Rosen was relieved now. He waved to her, walked through the crowd and left.

Not long after he walked out, Rosen heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from behind him, obviously running towards him, and at the same time, a charming voice shouted, "Sir, sir, wait a minute..."

Rosen didn't want to pay attention to it, but the person behind him was very persistent. He chased after him for most of the temple fair and didn't stop even though he was exhausted and out of breath.

In order not to tire the other person to death, Rosen finally stopped and turned to look at Yanhong who was running hurriedly while pulling her son.

Because of sweating, the powder on her face had faded, making her professional charm disappear, but at this moment, Rosen found her much more pleasing to the eye.

"We have never met before." Rosen looked at her. "Why did you stop me?"

"Sir, I can see from the first glance that you are a man of great ability. You will definitely need servants to serve you tea and water."

Yanhong reached out and grabbed her son's neck and pressed hard, making him kneel in front of Rosen. Then she said with a flattering smile: "Do you think my little Douzi is okay?"

"Since I'm as capable as you say, how could I be short of servants?" Rosen asked with a smile without commenting.

"If you had servants, why would you come to this temple fair alone? You didn't even have a helper when you were fighting just now! Sir, do you think I am right?"

Her bright red eyes moved, and she looked at Rosen with a bit of charm, saying, "As long as you accept him, anything is fine. Please...don't look down on us!"

As she said this, she knelt in front of Rosen and looked at him straight with a seductive look in her eyes.

"It's not that I dislike you. After all, who wants to be bald if they have hair? But don't give me that. I'm not used to it." Rosen waved his hand and asked her to stand up.

This bright red color is not bad, but it is somewhat inferior to the original jade ink.

That Rosen declined the offer, let alone this one.

After all, they are men with families, so it is better to completely put an end to such things as philandering.

Rosen looked at Yanhong standing in front of him and said, "I can accept her..."

Yanhong was overjoyed when she heard this and was about to kowtow again.

But Rosen waved his hand to stop her and said, "But I'm going to say this in advance. From now on, I have nothing to do with you anymore. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. Can you accept this?"

Yanhong looked at her son next to her, then looked at Rosen, finally gritted her teeth and nodded reluctantly, saying, "Yes."

"That's good." Rosen said, taking out ten dollars and handing them to Xiaodouzi beside him, saying, "Give it to your mother. It's your filial piety."

"Mom, this is for you." Xiaodouzi took the money and held it in both hands and presented it to Yanhong.

Yanhong looked at the white dollars, then at her son, reached out to touch his young face, grabbed the dollars with a ruthless heart, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Uncle..." Xiaodouzi watched his mother leave, his eyes red. He looked at Rosen, seeming to be hesitant to speak, with a timid face.

"Just call me boss from now on." Rosen got goosebumps when he called me that. He quickly corrected his address and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."

"Can I still see my mother?" asked Xiaodouzi.

"Yes." Rosen nodded and said, "You can go see her anytime you want, but she may not want to see you."

"Why?" Xiaodouzi said, "She is my mother."

"You'll understand when you grow up." Rosen watched Yanhong's figure disappear, and then said, "Let's go, come home with me."

After leaving the temple fair, Rosen took Xiaodouzi to a secluded place and casually took out a Harley-Davidson Street750 motorcycle from the storage compartment.

Xiao Douzi had never seen anything like this before, and he was immediately frightened. He stared at the steel monster in front of him in amazement, and his hands and feet became stiff.

"If you follow me in the future, you must be braver, understand?" Rosen grabbed the handlebars with one hand and patted the back seat with the other hand and said, "This thing is called a motorcycle, a foreign thing, just like a bicycle. Well, I guess you don't know what a bicycle is, so let's just say it's like a horse, do you understand?"

Xiaodouzi nodded.

"Since it's a horse, it's meant to be ridden, so why are you afraid?" Rosen stepped on it with one leg, then said, "You come on too."

Xiao Douzi was still afraid, but he was more afraid of angering Rosen and no longer wanting him, so he hesitated for a moment and then imitated Rosen and rode on the back seat with one leg tilted.

Rosen then kicked him and said, "Hold on tight, let's go."

As he said this, he stepped on the accelerator and the Harley-Davidson Street750 rushed out.

At first, Xiaodouzi was still a little scared. He grabbed Rosen's clothes tightly with both hands and trembled all over.

But after a while, when he gradually got used to the sound of the wind in his ears and the fascinating sense of speed, he suddenly became excited.

No matter what, Xiaodouzi is still a little boy.

If he had not been shunned and forced to sing that song "Sifan", he would have definitely considered himself a man in his heart.

As long as you are a man, there is no man who doesn't like to ride a horse and enjoy the passion that speed brings. It's just that some people have the conditions to enjoy it and some don't.

Now that he was following Rosen, he was enjoying the excitement brought by speed in advance, and the masculine nature that had been suppressed in his heart since childhood was slowly revived.

Although in 1885, German Gottlieb Daimler installed an engine into a frame machine, announcing the birth of the world's first motorcycle.

But in China today, motorcycles are definitely a rarity.

Not to mention that this Rosen car was manufactured in later generations. No matter from which angle you look at it, it is a perfect product of the mechanical industry and is absolutely eye-catching.

As Rosen rode it through the streets of Peking, he left behind a group of stunned passers-by.

Almost everyone was stunned for a long while before asking the person next to them: "What was that black shadow that just passed by?!"

"A monster!"

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