Peach Blossom Debt

Gu Ran exhaled lightly, and finally closed the phone.

Now, she was surrounded by seven or eight people in the alley.

The leading man looked at her with a malicious look on his face, and yelled at her viciously: "Be sensible and hand over the money you just took."

"Coveting the money in my hand will cost you a price." Bei Guran said lightly, raised his head and glanced at them with a calm and calm expression, not at all like a besieged person.

Seemingly annoyed by Bei Guran's eyes, they even drew their knives at her.

They also yelled something viciously.Bei Guran turned a deaf ear to this, just put his phone in his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, glanced at the surrounding buildings, paused at the sign of the mall, and walked straight to the mall.

"Hey—" one person said angrily.

The next second, the man fell to the ground.

Bei Guran looked at them calmly, and walked slowly towards the shopping mall. Facing the surrounding men, he raised his foot without changing his expression, and kicked them neatly between their legs.

One after another, those gangsters covered the space between their legs with their hands and fell to the ground with a scream.

If you want to talk about her grasp of the timing of her attack, she should be rated as excellent, very beautiful, precise, crisp, and guarded against carelessness - she seems to be able to predict in advance when the best time to attack is, calm and slow He stepped forward slowly, and then always made up for it just right, causing those people to fall down with blue faces and bitter faces.

"Such a small price seems to be too little, although it is not my money." She said softly, walked up to the leading man and raised her leg, kicked the man's hands away, and then stepped on the man's chest With both hands, the other foot stepped on the place where the man covered with both hands just now.

The man screamed.

Judging from her actions, she should have stepped on it very hard, twisted her feet, and rubbed the soles of her shoes.

Bei Guran lowered his eyes and ignored the other men who were trying to get up and approach him, his expression was not sure whether to say it was calm or deserted.

If you just talk about her weird and just right attack timing, it should be a weird skill that is almost like a god.

But when it comes to where she attacked...it was simply horrible, unbearable to look at, and merciless, making the other party use the pain to clearly recognize what kind of person she provoked—a vicious and ruthless woman, um, she is still a girl now.

In addition, judging from the fact that those men fell to the ground with blue faces instead of jumping in pain, it seems that Mou kicked with all his strength...

"Boom...boom, boom, boom..." A tennis ball fell to the ground, bounced and rolled away.

"Intuitively speaking, as long as the weight of the whole person..." Bei Guran glanced at the tennis ball that rolled into the alley, stepped on the man and slowly bent down, the corners of his lips raised a very shallow arc, " If you press it up, it is possible that you will never be the next generation, as the price for coveting my money, do you want to give it a try?"

"Ahhhhhh——" the man let out a more painful cry, his face was pale, and he was so painful that he couldn't even utter a word.

Bei Guran stared at the sweaty and miserable man for a while, then raised the watch on his wrist.

Twelve past six.

"Well..." She pursed her lips and stepped on her feet a little harder, "I don't seem to have time to talk to you..." The corners of her lips curved slightly, "But the price is not enough ... Or, what should I do if I don't want to let you go, in this case, you are still in debt." Bei Guran slowly polished the soles of his shoes, as if he didn't see the man's entire blackened face, the corners of his mouth The arc gradually flattened, and the smile disappeared, "But I really hate when people don't pay back their debts." She said every word.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

She bent down slightly, and as she moved, almost her entire body weight was placed on the man.She picked out an ID from the pocket of the man's coat.

"Oh, the driver's license." Bei Guran looked at it, touched his chin with one hand, and pondered for a moment, "This," she shook the driver's license at him, "as a proof of debt." She said, The driver's license was stuffed into his pocket, and he let go of his foot, and the man's face immediately softened.

Bei Guran waved her hand, "Then, see you next time." She ignored those people, walked straight to the entrance of the mall, and passed the dark blue-haired boy standing there stiffly holding a tennis racket.

The red light turns green, and the limousine starts again.

The dark blue-haired boy helped his round plain glasses, put away his racket, and picked up his dropped tennis ball.

"This is really an amazing way of attack." He exhaled softly, picked up his tennis bag and left.

12:30 noon.

A waiter pushed a food trolley and knocked on the door of a certain room in the hotel.

However, there was no response in the room for a long while.

The waiter patiently knocked a second time.

After another half hour, the door opened, and Bei Guran glanced at the food cart and the waiter with a standard smile, then turned around and asked the waiter to push the food cart in, "Put it there." Her voice sounded indifferent .

The waiter smiled and glanced at the room casually. The room was clean, but the sheets on the bed were a little wrinkled. There was an open book on the table, and it was too far away to see what was written on it.On one side of the table was a large ordinary suitcase.

The next second, the waiter exited the room.

Bei Guran opened the lid of the meal, took a plate of curry rice, and sat down at the table.

A few lines of words have been written on the open notebook, such as "burial and cremation must be held 24 hours after the death of the deceased", "the process is divided into overnight, cremation and burial, and farewell ceremony"...

Bei Guran ate with a spoon in his left hand, and quickly wrote on the notebook with his right hand: The phone number of the funeral parlor...

The screen of the mobile phone was glowing, and the words "Japanese funeral matters..." were faintly reflected.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Bei Guran glanced at it, it was a number without notes.

Her pen paused, and the tip of the pen tapped lightly on the notebook twice, "Hey..." She seemed to utter an unintelligible syllable, "This number, is it a public phone..."

Bei Guran stretched out his hand and answered the phone without any guilt.

"..." She didn't speak, even her breathing was subtle.

"..." No one spoke on the other end of the phone, but a rapid breathing sound could be heard, panting heavily as if in panic, but slowly calmed down after the call was connected.

Before Bei Guran heard anything, and even didn't know whether the other party was a man or a woman, there was only a long "beep" sound on the phone, and the other party had hung up the phone directly.

Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, she put down her phone calmly, continued to eat her curry rice, and continued to write "the key to funeral affairs in Japan" in her notebook, unaffected by the sudden call.

But as she was writing, she seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly picked up the phone and looked at the phone number.

"Is that the reason?" Bei Guran murmured to himself, turning his gaze away from the large ordinary suitcase.

Akemi Hino.

have heart disease.

The address book has no notes for parents, no siblings, and no friends.

There are also very few call records, but some "grandpa" phone records from five years ago are kept.

There were few text conversations.

There is more cash, and there is a large amount of money in the bank card.

Studied at Hyotei Academy.

The above clues, first, prove that she has no parents, brothers, or sisters, and her only relative should be the grandfather who passed away four or five years ago. A large amount of inheritance; second, having no friends shows that the personality is not good, it may be withdrawn and lonely, or it may be arrogant and unlovable. From the perspective of squandering money, the possibility is even higher...

And according to the psychology of normal people, when a disadvantaged, unfortunate, or suffering group appears in the same area, they will have great sympathy for them and a tolerance similar to that catalyzed by a sense of superiority.

A girl who has heart disease but has no friends - I am afraid that she is not only arrogant and unlovable, but may even be bitter and mean, using her illness to behave arrogantly and be disgusted by others.

Also, the third...

Bei Guran glanced at the phone screen, February 2003, 2.

Today was supposed to be the last day of exams, but the girl showed up in a hotel instead of a school, and she didn't wear a school uniform—of course, this might be because she would apply for withdrawal tomorrow, and she felt that there was no need to go to the exam.

Well, the girl is not at home, but the reason for showing up at the hotel...

Bei Guran dropped the spoon and pushed the empty plate of curry rice aside.

In addition, there is Mr. Hino.

The identity of the girl Akemi Hino and the identity of another name.

She closed the notebook on the table, picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number recorded in the notebook.

04:30 in the afternoon.

Bei Guran checked out, settled the bill, and stood on the side of the road dragging the big suitcase, stretching out his free right hand.

A taxi pulled up in front of her.

Without raising her head, she precisely grasped the door handle and sat in the passenger seat, while the driver helped her put the suitcase in the trunk.

February 2003, 2, at six o'clock in the evening.

In a residential area of ​​a detached house, neighbors gossip at the door and mention that the younger sister of a pair of twin sisters living alone in a certain family died of a heart attack this morning. The strange thing is that the names of the older sister and the younger sister are quite different.

In any case, the elder sister began to prepare for the funeral of the deceased younger sister.

Neighbors in the street rushed to tell each other to go to the farewell ceremony at noon the next day.

The family stayed up all night at [-]:[-] p.m., and the older sister kept vigil for her younger sister all night.

September 2003, 2, ten o'clock in the morning.

The coffin is sent to the funeral parlor for chanting, cremation, and burial.

March 2003, 2, at twelve noon.

The farewell ceremony begins.

February 2003, 2, at six o'clock in the evening.

A feast is given for all those who go to the crematorium and attend the funeral ceremony.

2003 3 Month 1 Day.

Remuneration is given to drivers, crematoriums, and funeral home staff, and thank-you letters are sent to neighbors in the street who give incense gift money, and gift money and gifts such as bath towels, quilts, wool, white cloth, pottery, lacquerware, and tea are given back.

2003 3 Month 2 Day.

The social welfare facility and the UNICEF received a relatively large donation and an anonymous thank-you letter with the words "According to the wishes of the deceased, we respectfully donate to social welfare".

The wind is clear and cloudy.

A public cemetery on a hill in Tokyo.

Bei Guran put a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone of "Hino Akemi".

She sat down leaning on the tombstone, looked at the clear sky after a while and said in a soft inaudible voice: "The account balance is emptied, the house is sold, and all your money is used for the funeral." She paused "Since you accepted Hino Akemi's student ID card and medical insurance card, then you should want to be buried under this name."

Bei Guran took out a medical insurance card and a student ID card from his bag, both of which were named Akemi Hino.

In Japan, there is no ID card.Things like student ID cards and health insurance cards can prove identity.

"This identity died with you." She burned her student ID card and medical insurance card in front of the tombstone with a lighter, "Also," Bei Guran stood up and patted his pants, "Your bag, your mobile phone are still I borrowed my original identity, and of course everything about me has nothing to do with you."

Her tone has always been flat, as if stating something unworthy of attention.

Bei Guran slowly pulled up the bag, which contained only Bingdi's student ID card, a medical insurance card, two mobile phones, a pen, and a notebook.She put on her bag and headed down the hill.

"terribly sorry."

"The debt owed to you will be repaid in the future."

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There is a saying that money is not everything, but without money nothing is impossible.

Bei Guran gently rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little headache, but his expression was extremely calm and indifferent.

And sitting in front of her was a purple-gray short-haired boy with his hands and feet bound and blindfolded. Although the situation was not very good or even bad, the boy's expression was calm and he did not appear in a panic.

Keigo Atobe, President of the Ice Emperor Student Council and head of the Tennis Club.

Of course, the most important reason for him to be here - the eldest son of the richest man in Japan, the Atobe Zaibatsu.

Bei Guran sighed inaudibly.

So how did she do it.

She glanced around slowly. The empty box-shaped room looked a bit like an old building. There were even steel bars exposed in the building walls. There was nothing in the room except two chairs.The windows were open, there were no curtains, and there was occasional cold wind blowing in, but the weather outside was not bad, the sun was clear at noon, and the temperature was not very low.

Bei Guran began to recall this situation for the hundredth time or the hundred and first time.

The beginning of the matter should be a life of being a gold digger but suddenly penniless and poor.

Yes, she has money worship tendencies.And for the first time in history the poor don't even jingle.

It's not funny, it's serious.

morning.

Bei Guran rubbed the back of his neck and walked slowly on the sidewalk.

My muscles are sore and stiff, and my bones are sore. In a word, I feel very uncomfortable, probably because I feel a little tired from the busy funeral preparations these two days.

Her eyes flicked across the street with people coming and going, as if she was slowly thinking about something.

Now, the account issue has been settled.

Hino Akemi is a redundant identity, she has no past, no growth files, the only thing she has is a medical insurance card and a student ID card.However, she died.

After the dead person is registered, no one will care about the traces of her existence during her lifetime and the blankness of her data files.

And her real file, the identity that actually existed - Bei Guran's fingers touched the student ID card in his pocket.

That's why she arranged the funeral for the girl herself.

If they call the police and let the police intervene, they will inevitably find out the source and reason of the girl's two identities, and if she takes away the identity of Hino Akemi, it will be troublesome if the past is blank.

In any case, Japan attaches great importance to the protection of private information and refuses the existence of resident ID cards, which greatly facilitates her black household registration.As long as her existence is not fully and very carefully investigated, no one will find that she has suddenly appeared in excess.

In addition, there is another reason why she chose another identity of Akemi Hino...

Bei Guran raised her gaze, the sun fell into her eyes, but she stared straight ahead without blinking.

In front of her was a red brick wall, and on the wall close to the entrance gate was a large shield-like sign and four bright gold characters - "Ice Emperor Academy".

She just paused for a while, and took out the student ID card of the ice emperor from her pocket.

——Bei Lairan, Class E of the second grade.

The next one should be Class E of the third year.

As for Bei Guran or Bei Guran, there is nothing to worry about. Anyway, the Japanese pronunciation is not clear about this kind of tone, and there is no need to explain it specially-plus that Bei Lairan is not a gregarious person in the first place.

What could be more coincidental than this.

Although she is not sure whether there is a difference in voice, the almost identical appearance and similarly pronounced names are the best protection for her identity.

Now there is no Bei Lairan, only Bei Guran and Hino Akemi.

The latter had died of a heart attack.

Bei Guran glanced at the closed gate of Ice Emperor Academy, put away his student ID card, and continued walking.

She had already been to Bingdi on February 2th. Although she only went to the staff room very late to report that Bei Lairan had not disappeared inexplicably, she did not expect that Bei Lairan—no, it was recorded on Hino Akemi’s mobile phone The graduation of the school simply refers to her decision to withdraw from school after the final exam.

And this semester is not over yet, that day is just to explain the itinerary for the next few days.

To be precise, the Ice Emperor in March, in addition to the three-day graduation trip for the third-year students, the second-year and first-year students also have to participate in a three-day first aid research camp, followed by the graduation ceremony for the third-year students and the graduation ceremony for the second-year and first-year students ceremony.This is how the semester really ends.

Today is March [-]nd, Sunday.

Tomorrow she will replace Bei Lairan and officially become a student of Bingdi to participate in the so-called first aid research camp.

So now the remaining question...

Bei Guran crossed the road, walked towards the downtown street, and walked slowly into a bookstore, his eyes flicked over the rows of books, his expression was so indifferent that no emotion could be seen.

She reached out and ran her fingertips across a book.It's a fine day, warmer, and she's not wearing those woolen mittens.

Immediately afterwards, she pulled out "XXX Stock Investment Strategy", completely ignoring how incongruous such things are at her age.

The remaining problem is also the most important and troublesome problem-no money.

As she said in front of Hino Akemi's tombstone, all Hino Akemi's money was used for funerals and donations to welfare facilities without any reservations.Hmm...except for that brand new bank card from Daiwa Bank.

She checked, and the card was a near-unlimited credit card—more precisely, it was a supplementary card to a near-infinite credit card—as long as the primary card was valid, the card would last.

She didn't use a single cent of the money in that card, and of course, she didn't plan to use it now either.

Even now—she doesn't even have a coin.

Yes, the point is that she's broke and destitute now—that's absolutely intolerable to her.

Bei Guran held the book but didn't intend to open it, and the tip of his index finger began to tap on the paper habitually, one by one, without any rhythm, in a mess.

She didn't even have the money to buy a deck of cards.

Bei Guran lowered her eyes, "Stocks?" She whispered to herself, and then stuffed the book back.

Stock investment requires a certain amount of capital to operate.

The so-called clever woman can't cook without rice, even if she is a stock god, if she doesn't even have a steel coin, it is impossible to dig out even one day's coins from it.

At her age, she can't enter the casino. First of all, she is not familiar with the situation here. Secondly, she has no capital for the same reason as stocks.

So the most important thing is the capital.

Whether it is a casino or a stock, it is a kind of gambling, and the other party is willing to gamble only if the price is paid.

Part-time jobs may be successful, but...

Bei Guran rubbed his stomach, and walked out of the bookstore calmly.

But she is hungry.

Excluding very few cases, part-time workers are rarely able to withdraw their wages in advance.

The money came too slowly, and now she couldn't even satisfy her own stomach, a basic survival need.

Still need other ways.

As Bei Guran was thinking, she put her hands in her pockets, her footsteps stopped, as if she was slightly stunned, and then the corners of her lips were slightly raised, bending a very slight arc.

She took out the driver's license in her pocket, "I still have personal debts."

Well, now-

Bei Guran's eyes shone slightly in the morning sun, and his eyes swept around the street, then he closed his eyes, and chose a direction that seemed to be random but also deliberate.

You have to find the debtor first.

Bei Guran tapped his head twice with his palm.

But obviously, the eldest son of the richest man in Japan, the Atobe Zaibatsu, will not just disappear like a hallucination.

She put her hands in front of her body, and her ten fingertips were lightly pressed together. Unlike Keigo Atobe, her hands and feet were not bound, and her vision was not obstructed. To use a more appropriate and vivid metaphor, she is like It was the kidnapper, and Keigo Atobe sitting across from him was the kidnapped rich master.

Bei Guran tapped his index fingers lightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

To be honest, she never thought that things would take such a precipitous turn.

She found the man who owed her a debt very well, and luckily, when she found him, he was alone—of course, her luck was always good.And that man, the leader of a group, or more than a dozen ordinary gangsters to be precise, was once again subjected to violence that was likely to kill off his children and grandchildren.

Although, from Bei Guran's personal point of view, this is not violence, but the most simple and effective method among many women's self-defense techniques.

You know, she actually doesn't know how to fight.

It's just that luck is slightly better than others.

Back to the topic.

After she successfully subdued that man—it has to be said, this group of people is completely rabble—well, the focus is on the latter.She accidentally learned about the richest man in Japan, the Atobe Zaibatsu, after listening to some of their introductions... Bei Guran was very interested in asking for more detailed information, especially the young master of the Atobe Zaibatsu. material.

Of course, she had a new plan after listening to their statement.

but……

Bei Guran tapped her index fingers but there was no sound. Her gaze was calm and indifferent, as if a calm sea level was brewing in the deep sea.

Keigo Atobe was sitting on that old-looking iron chair, his hands and feet were tied firmly with ropes, his eyes were blindfolded, but there was no tape on his mouth.However, all of this does not mean that he is in a state of embarrassment or panic. What's more, the young man named Keigo Atobe sat there quietly as if he was sitting in the back garden drinking afternoon tea, calm and composed. Surrounded by the brilliance and arrogance of the stars holding the moon.

Also, he's smart.

If she remembers correctly, she did catch a glimpse of the student council president and tennis club head Keigo Atobe at Hyotei Academy on February 2th.

That proud, gorgeous, haughty, and confident boy, his gestures are as dazzling as the sun.

The king of the Ice Emperor.

However, in this situation, he calmly restrained his powerful arrogance, so as to avoid provoking the kidnapper and causing unexpected consequences, while at the same time maintaining a fairly calm and clear mind.

To him, this kidnapping is like a house-playing game with refreshments after dinner.

Although he restrained his aura, Bei Guran still accurately captured this strange feeling from him.

Indeed, the kidnapping was nothing short of a prank.

She asked the gangsters for detailed information on the Atobe Zaibatsu, especially Keigo Atobe, but she never thought that those people would just kidnap him.

At that time, when she saw Keigo Atobe being tied up and sent to this room, she probably had a rare surprise on her face.

You know, her original plan was to get to know the young and old of the Atobe Zaibatsu so that they could get money from sugar daddies.As for why he is the young master of the Atobe Zaibatsu—of course, if a sugar daddy can find a young one, he will find a young one.

But who has ever seen a sugar daddy who turned into a kidnapper and kidnapped the big money he wanted?

This is self-defeating...... Is it?

Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes moved slightly.

No, those people did it on purpose.

Perhaps it was in retaliation for the violence she committed against them. Obviously, it is impossible for this group of people stationed in the dark corners of Tokyo not to know the prestige of the Atobe Zaibatsu, and it is absolutely impossible to have the courage to kidnap Keigo Atobe.

They just wanted to bury this disaster on her head and detonate it.

So, the group of people outside the door should have fled.

Bei Guran's gaze sank.

However, what she was really worried about was not the escape of those gangsters.

What is really worth thinking about is the calm young master Atobe in front of him.

He is too calm.

According to the gangsters who kidnapped Keigo Atobe, he was taken out of the empty student council president's office.And because he just went back to school suddenly to pick up things and let the bodyguards stay outside the school gate, that gave those gangsters an opportunity.

In any case, this is indeed a kidnapping, and it is also certain that the kidnapping has been successful.

But he has been brought here for so long, and he has not expressed any anxiety, worry, or panic. He has not been sealed by tape, but he has no intention of negotiating.

No matter how mature a person is - there must be a moment of real emotion when facing the unknown.

But he didn't.

And it's probably not because he's completely hiding his emotions.

Bei Guran lightly paused at the tapping fingers, and his indifferent expression changed slightly.

Obviously, he has full confidence that he will leave here.

If this is the case, it is very likely that Keigo Atobe was kidnapped on purpose-in other words, he was trying to understand who coveted him or the money, status or other things represented behind him, and most likely later Committed to sweeping action.

You must know that he is the young master of the Atobe Zaibatsu. First of all, the protection of the Atobe Zaibatsu is definitely not a joke. Secondly, even if she just caught a glimpse of Keigo Atobe passing by at the school, she could tell at a glance that the boy was definitely not an ordinary dude, but an emperor with real talents. .

If it is inferred in this way, the point that she suspected that Keigo Atobe would be kidnapped by a few low-level gangsters, which is almost unbelievable, can indeed be fully explained.

Presumably this place has been closely watched and gradually surrounded by his people.

And those gangsters who escaped must have already fallen into the net.

Well, if she doesn't give a proper explanation, she, who is basically the culprit who caused the kidnapping, will probably get caught up in the fire. In addition - she is currently very unsuitable to go to a place like the police station.

In particular, she was not sure whether Japan, a country with fingerprint files, existed.

Her fingerprints cannot stand the test.

As an accomplice to the kidnapper, she could even be said to be the mastermind, what would she do?

The corners of Bei Guran's lips curved slightly.

interesting.

There was such a meaning in her eyes.

Courage, resourcefulness, judgment, and the fearlessness of slanting swords—just like the underage lions, because they lack real combat experience, they maintain the purest pride and determination, excellence and courage, and choose the fastest and most effective method. Not the safest and safest way.

Incredibly dazzling.

"Atobe Keigo." Keigo Atobe.

The clear, cold, indifferent voice seemed to surprise Keigo Atobe for a second.

Bei Guran folded his hands on his lap, and spoke to him for the first time since seeing Keigo Atobe kidnapped.

"You, can you lend me some money?"

"what?"

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"Keigo Atobe, can you lend me some money?"

"Huh?" Keigo Atobe's mind probably went blank for a moment.

He also couldn't imagine what kind of expression he used to say this to Bei Guran, who was suspected of being a kidnapper.

In any case, this was probably the first time he encountered such a situation—after kidnapping someone, he said he wanted to borrow money so frankly, so confidently, so...

"Hmm..." Bei Guran tilted his head slightly, as if reading his thoughts from Keigo Atobe's face.

She rested her chin on one hand and closed her eyes slightly, showing no emotion, "Money is tight recently, and I want to borrow some money to spend."

Probably because Bei Guran's tone was too flat, too—brassy, ​​Atobe Jingwu found an adjective that suits his heart, and he responded after a long while: "Oh?" The suspicion of Ran's words showed itself.

Bei Guran looked at the seemingly invisible curvature of the young man's lips, and his tone was still flat, "It was beyond my expectation, Master Atobe, I didn't expect them to tie you here directly, I'm really sorry."

"So, at the beginning you were..." Keigo Atobe said, "Don't have any intentions." There was a hidden sharpness in the words, and there was a bit of aggressiveness that was hard to hide in the tone.

"Yes." Bei Guran replied directly.

"..." Keigo Atobe paused for two seconds, probably because he was surprised by her directness and calmness.

Really brazen woman.

That's probably the best descriptor I can think of right now.

"Unexpectedly direct, this lady." Keigo Atobe said leisurely.

If it wasn't for this situation, if it wasn't for his hands and feet being firmly tied to the armrests and legs of the chair, anyone would suspect that he was having the most ordinary meeting with guests.

"It's polite to answer questions briefly and concisely," Bei Guran replied.

"So, can you also answer other questions directly?" Keigo Atobe pointed directly at the center, seeing blood for a while.

"..." captures another layer of meaning in her words very clearly.

Bei Guran raised his eyes slightly, "See what you want to ask, Master Atobe. You should be very clear that social rhetoric is also a skill."

Although he was blindfolded, he seemed to feel a pair of eyes staring at her sharply.

Atobe Keigo paused for a second, and the corners of his lips curled up. It was clearly just a very ordinary arc, which inexplicably made people's heart beat endlessly, made people feel dazzling and arrogant, and said in a light and gentle tone, "Then you might as well talk about it first, you What are your other intentions?"

"..." Bei Guran once again set his eyes on Atobe Keigo.

"..." Atobe Keigo was not in a hurry to speak, the corners of his lips were raised, and his blindfolded eyes seemed to look over through the black cloth.

Bei Guran gently tapped the side of her face with her chin-supporting hand, "When Master Atobe feels tight, he should have some ulterior motives," she said slowly, seeming to be smiling but not at all. , "And the target is Master Atobe. It is nothing more than you, Master Atobe, and the huge assets you represent."

She spoke bluntly and calmly.

Not to mention, she found Keigo Atobe just for sugar daddy.

This time, Keigo Atobe did not show any surprise, instead he quickly continued: "Do you think you have the capital to be attached to me?"

This sentence is extremely arrogant.

Strong and confident, just like Keigo Atobe.

That's right, he could hear the meaning of sugar daddy in Bei Guran's blunt and slightly vulgar words, which is what Jingwu Atobe said about attachment.

Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, and he was not annoyed by Atobe Jingwu's arrogant tone.

"Master Atobe has been targeted recently." Bei Guran spoke unhurriedly, with a calm expression and a quite firm tone. He didn't use a word like "probably maybe maybe should" to express a guess, it was more like stating a known facts.

Atobe Keigo was startled for a moment, then the corners of his lips were straightened for a moment, and then they were slightly bent, with a half-smile but calmly asked, "What's the lady's opinion?"

Not a denial, but a rhetorical question.

interesting.

If you are not blindfolded, you must be able to see a pair of very sharp eyes.

Bei Guran licked his lips slightly, his eyes seemed to be shining, "As a tennis player with pretty good motor nerves, Master Atobe, you don't even have the ability to resist at all, right? They didn't use anesthetics on you. It's a pity you want to You want to go deep into the tiger's den to find out the person who has been secretly eyeing you recently, but by accident, you are caught by a group of unexpected gangsters."

This is really self-defeating.

"So?" Keigo Atobe raised his voice at the end.

Bei Guran stopped, folded his hands, and stared at Keigo Atobe without blinking.

"I can tell you frankly that the gangsters who caught you were just a group of rabble, and it was completely sudden. Now there are only two of us in this abandoned building. They may have run away, but of course they were caught by your people It's more accurate." Bei Guran said slowly, his expression and tone were flat, "Also, your people will enter here to rescue you in about 3 minutes and 30 seconds."

Bei Guran tilted his head slightly, as if observing Keigo Atobe's reaction.

But unexpectedly, the curvature of the corners of Keigo Atobe's lips was even higher, with a sharp feeling instead.

"But you're still here." Atobe Keigo said.

As soon as his words fell, Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, "When did you know