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On the way home, Xia Yin ran into a white Toyota parked on the side of the road. Out of his professional habits, he stopped the car and asked the car that had seen the accident if he needed help.

The window of the Toyota was lowered a little. When he saw the appearance of the person inside, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Hello, we meet again."

"Get lost." Lan Jing gave him a word.

Xia Yin didn't move, bent over and inspected the people in the car with his sharp hawk-like eyes——Lan Jing's breathing was very rapid, his chest heaved violently, he clenched his fist with one hand, and the line of his jaw was extremely tight , as if trying to endure something.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

What answered him was a black muzzle protruding from the car window, Lan Jing turned his head and looked at him with a serious expression.

But Xia Yin seemed to be used to this kind of scene of being pointed at with a gun, he didn't show any panic on his face, instead he said nicely, "I think you're in trouble."

He pointedly glanced at the SUV parked not far behind Lan Jing.

"If you don't get out, I'll get rid of your trouble now." Lan Jing's index finger was on the trigger.

"I have no malicious intentions." Xia Yin said.

Lan Jing was unmoved.

Seeing that he really had murderous intentions, Xia Yin's eyes flickered, staring at Lan Jing's red eyes, slowly raised his hand and took a step back.

"Okay, I'm going then," he said.

Xia Yin returned to the car, but did not drive away. There was a weird stalemate between him, Lan Jing and the SUV.

Lan Jing looked out through the rearview mirror, and he knew that the reason why the SUV behind him had remained on hold until now was that he was waiting for his consciousness to completely collapse before coming up to take him back.

He curled his lips ironically, then looked down at the gun stock soaked in sweat in his palm, thinking, wait another 10 minutes, if Cong doesn't come, he will shoot himself, and the bullet will always Sober.

Time passed by little by little, and the heat was rampaging through his body like a scourge. Lan Jing slowly raised the gun and pressed it against his arm.

He closed his eyes, curled his index finger, and heard a distant roar the moment he pulled the trigger.

Soon the roar was getting closer and clearer, and the piercing white light pierced through the thick darkness in the field of vision, coming menacingly.

An almost imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Lan Jing's mouth, the Glock slipped from his hand, he staggered open the door and got out of the car and waved his hand to the distance.

Cong Lang's locomotive drove directly in front of Lan Jing.

"Young master, what's your order?" He asked with a smile on one leg.

The extremely tense string in Lan Jing's heart broke instantly because of this sentence, he stretched out his hand and said to the human in front of him, "Give me a hand."

Cong Lang did so, and Lan Jing stepped onto the scooter with his strength, and hugged Cong Lang's waist.

The front seat of the motorcycle was lower than the back seat. When Lan Jing hugged him, his heavy and hot breath fell on Cong Lang's neck.

"Are you okay?" Cong Lang tilted his head.

Lan Jing said hoarsely, "Take me away."

"I'm afraid your Boss Lei won't agree." Cong Lang looked at Lei Shao who was blocked from his way and said.

"I have nothing to do with him." Lan Jing said, "Take me away, I will be with you from now on."

Cong Lang was stunned for a moment, then smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "That's easy."

As he spoke, he turned on the accelerator, and the engine of the locomotive immediately roared like a beast. Lei Shao led his men forward and stood still three steps away from Cong Lang.

"Mr. Lei, good evening." Cong Lang greeted first with a smile.

"Leave people behind." Lei Shao said.

Cong Lang blinked in confusion, "Who will be left behind?"

Lei Shao frowned. He didn't like to argue with others, so he directly raised his hand to signal his subordinates to surround them.

"Leave Lan Jing, you go." He said in a deep voice.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake. Even though Cong Lang has a strong background and a complicated background, he has to be obedient when he comes to the territory of City C.

But Cong Lang obviously didn't want to be so quiet.

He turned off the ignition, and slowly refused with the corners of his mouth curled up, "But my partner is not feeling well right now, what's the matter with Mr. Lei, how about talking about it another day?"

The word "object" pierced into his heart like a small thorn, Lei Shao's face completely sank, and the people under him touched their waists one after another.

War is about to break out.

Xia Yin rushed out of the car and shouted in a warning voice, "Lei Shao!"

Lei Shao glanced at him from a distance, then retracted his gaze, stared at Cong Lang and said, "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."

Cong Lang shook his head, "Don't think about it."

He laughed and said, "If I let Boss Lei really arrest me tonight, how will I be able to get along on the road in the future?"

Since it doesn't make sense, then there is nothing to talk about, Lei Shao was about to give an order with a cold face, but a bullet hit his feet first.

"There is a sniper! Mr. Protect!" Mu Zixing shouted, and stood in front of Lei Shao vigilantly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lei." Cong Lang still looked foolish, he patted Lan Jing's arm that was tightening around his waist comfortingly, and said to Lei Shao with a smile, "I am If you are afraid of death, you must bring an extra layer of protection when you go out."

"It's not difficult for Mr. Lei to splatter blood on the spot tonight, but..." Cong Lang changed the subject and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you will go to Huangquan Road with me as a companion."

"By the way, you don't have to worry that my brother's gun will miss the mark. He will never hurt others if he wants to kill someone. Of course, others can't stop them if they want to help others."

After finishing speaking, as if to confirm Cong Lang's words, another bullet passed through the crowd and accurately passed Lei Shao's shoulder.

The faces of Lei Shao, Mu Zixing and a group of subordinates can no longer be described as ugly.

Considering Lei Shao's safety and selfishness, Mu Zixing gritted his teeth and asked someone to move out of the way.

Cong Lang nodded to Lei Shao, who was guarded by his subordinates in the center with a serious face, "Thank you, Mr. Lei."

Lei Shao didn't speak, but he didn't hide his murderous intent at all.

Cong Lang didn't take it seriously, and even left a sentence before leaving, "If my Xiaojing offends Mr. Lei in any way, Mr. Lei can be blamed on me."

Then I started the car and drove away.

"Sir, are you all right?"

After they left, Mu Zixing hurriedly checked Lei Shao's body up and down to see if he was injured.

Lei Shao kicked him away with a cold face.

That kick was so powerful that Mu Zixing clutched his stomach and lay on the ground, not getting up for a long time.

"Take him back." Lei Shao said in a deep voice.

Soon, the road was empty again, and the night wind blew in gusts. Xia Yin, who had witnessed all the farce, pulled up the collar of his coat, and lit a cigarette for himself against the wind.

Then he looked down at the photo he secretly took of Cong Lang leaning against Lan Jing, paused for a while, and sent it to his subordinates with a voice message:

Xiao Wang, help me look up all the information about this person.