The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

40 minute later.

Shi Rong drove to a road three blocks away from her.

They came to an open-air cafe called "Happy Moments" in Chinese, chose an inconspicuous corner seat and sat down, and ordered a cup of iced coffee.

It is easy to imagine that Henry chose this place to respond to her challenge, as this must be his territory.

"Hello ma'am, your coffee~"

This was a perfectly normal and warm greeting, but Shi Rong could hear a sarcastic tone in the waiter's tone.

He picked it up and put it under his nose to sniff it. Shi Rong smiled, took a sip calmly, and thought it tasted good, so he took another sip.

Take one sip after another until you finish the coffee in the cup and put it back in its place.

"Hahahaha! You little girl! You've fallen into my trap! How dare you issue a challenge to me?"

Henry, who had already brought enough people and hidden on both sides of the street, dared to show up. He was wearing a pure white suit with a black shirt and top-grain cowhide leather shoes.

He whistled arrogantly at Shi Rong and led a total of more than 80 people to attack Shi Rong from both sides, surrounding him completely.

The latter disagreed and even couldn't help twitching his lips in silence.

This was the first time Shi Rong saw someone wear a white suit so ugly!

When no one expected it, Shi Rong spat out the coffee that was hidden in his mouth and seemed to have drunk it, and imitated his tone.

"How dare you poison me?"

Huh…

Henry was disgusted by her presumptuous behavior and jumped on the spot, trying to shake off the coffee stains on his shoes.

In fact, Shi Rong was disgusted with his own behavior, but to deal with such a wicked person, it was not impossible to use some disgusting methods.

Shi Rong took off the brand sunglasses that concealed her true appearance and played with them nonchalantly in her hands. She was waiting, waiting for this man to take the initiative to attack her.

Henry, who was standing beside her, immediately put on a lustful expression after seeing Shi Rong's beautiful face. He was drooling and felt uneasy.

"You Chinese have an old saying, 'To die beneath a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost.' Beauty, if you agree to my request, I will pretend that what happened tonight never happened."

Since Shi Rong spoke in Chinese, it meant that she was Chinese. It was the first time that Henry had seen such a beautiful Chinese woman.

It's so beautiful!

Shi Rong stood up, smiling sweetly. His voice was gentle as water, but his words were powerful and formidable.

"There's an old Chinese saying, 'I had an old friend with a dick like yours, but now there's only a foot of grass on his grave.'"

When Henry heard this, he became unhappy on the spot. He had wanted to give her a chance to live, but she was so ungrateful.

With a wave of his hand, Henry gave stern orders to the large number of troops on both sides who were ready to attack.

"Show this bitch a lesson! Leave her alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bodyguards in uniform black rushed forward from both sides. Shi Rong was not in a hurry and continued to rub the edge of the sunglasses frame in his hand.

Henry thought she was scared, but when several burly men approached Shi Rong, she suddenly exerted force with her right thumb and index finger to snap off the lens of the sunglasses in her hand.

With a little force, he let it fly upwards. When the lens rose in front of his face, he raised his hand to pinch it. With two "swish" and "swish" sounds of breaking wind, Shi Rong raised his small hand and used the lens of his sunglasses as a sharp blade to cut the throats of the two people on the right.

He lifted his foot and hooked the plastic chair he was sitting on, then kicked it hard, smashing the left side instantly.

With a medium-sized lens in his hand, Shi Rong moved left and right, his body was flexible, and he used all four limbs. Sometimes he kicked with his knees, and sometimes he skimmed the water like a swallow. His movements were swift and decisive, and his moves were quick and decisive, with each one hitting the vital points.

In just a few minutes, all the men brought by Henry were killed, leaving no one alive.

“You you you you…you!”

Henry was so frightened when he saw this that he stepped back step by step. He no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning, and was only filled with fear.

"Who are you?"

Shi Rong did not answer immediately, but used a ruthless and vicious high kick to clamp his fragile neck between his knees and press him to the ground.

"Didn't you just say, 'To die beneath a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost'? Then I am the peony~"

After he finished speaking, Shi Rong used the muscles on both sides of his legs to exert force at the same time, breaking the man's vertebrae. After the man was completely dead, he stood up and left.

There was no need for Shi Rong to clean up the mess of this unscrupulous and capital bastard. If the local police got wind of the news, they would be too late to thank her.

Shi Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch.

9 points.

Just the right time.

Compared to Henry's carelessness and frivolity, his brother Hunter was obviously much smarter, because he arranged to meet Shi Cheng in an abandoned building with dilapidated walls.

Shi Rongzhao arrived 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time and parked the car in front of the building. She took out a jade-made bamboo flute from the trunk.

I took it up to the second floor, found a relatively clean stone staircase to sit down, put the flute mouthpiece to my lips, held the flute body with one hand, pressed the flute holes with the other hand, and played a soft and melodious melody.

The tone is melodious and the sound of the flute is lingering.

The treble is bright and crisp, like a mountain spring, cheerful and exciting; the midrange is round and elegant, with full tone, layered, warm and peaceful; the bass is mellow and ethereal, like a call from afar, implicit and solemn.

Like the gurgling of a stream, like the singing of an oriole in the woods, it is refreshing and lingering in the heart.

Before Shi Rong finished playing the song, Hunter had already led the people behind him and arrived as promised.

"My beauty, your bamboo flute playing is truly beautiful. How can I put it? The sound is rich and moving, beautiful and touching. You are also beautiful, with a beautiful face like a flower, a beauty ...

"Okay!"

Before Hunter could finish his extremely greasy speech, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Shi Rong.

"After all this time, you two brothers only know this one ancient Chinese saying, right? You're a bit uncultured."

……

"Hahahahaha!"

Huo Yiyan knew that she shouldn't laugh at such a critical moment, but... she had been holding it in for a long time and couldn't help it now.

She really couldn't understand how Shi Rong could be so funny. It would be fine at other times, but at such a critical moment, how could she still say such funny things?

“Yi Yan…!”

Gu Xueqiao was startled by her sudden laughter. Worried that the old man was still there, he was afraid of breaking the rules, so he quickly pulled Huo Yiyan aside and asked her to finish laughing before going back.

Wait until Huo Yiyan adjusted the expression on her face.

Hunter, on the other side, was humiliated and embarrassed by what Shi Rong said, so he took the lead in ordering his men to attack her.

Shi Rong pulled out the short knife hidden in the jade flute and faced the challenge head-on. With his extraordinary skills and superb knife techniques, he kept turning his wrist and wielding his sword with unstoppable force, which made people feel daunted and awe-inspiring at the same time.