Wang Yiyuan stumbled out of the bar and onto the long street outside.
At eight o'clock in the evening, there is still a long time before the nightlife starts, but this famous bar street is already crowded with people. Many fashionable young people come here early to celebrate the festival, so as not to be late and unable to find a seat.
Wang Yiyuan came over in the afternoon, knocked on the door of a bar, ordered two bottles of foreign wine and drank until now.
Now that he had drunk all the wine and spent all his money, he did not get the slightest relief. The fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and his eyes became blood red.
Pedestrians on the road gave way and did not dare to conflict with the ferocious-looking drunk man.
Wang Yiyuan was able to successfully arrive at the parking lot outside Bar Street.
Looking at his red BMW, he seemed to see a ball of fire, and repeatedly chanted: "Death, everyone will die!"
His business failed, his investments were all lost, and his girlfriend abandoned him. As a second-generation rich man, Wang Yiyuan had never been so aggrieved. His anger and drunkenness drove him into a state of madness.
He clenched the car keys in his hand, feeling an extremely strong impulse that made him inexplicably excited and excited.
At this moment, a figure suddenly passed Wang Yiyuan and touched him lightly.
"Don't you have eyes when you walk?"
Wang Yiyuan opened his mouth and spat without thinking, glaring with scarlet eyes and cursed: "You are so bad, are you rushing to attend the funeral?"
The other party obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so he quickened his pace and walked away in a hurry.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy?"
Wang Yiyuan snarled again at a few curious passers-by, and laughed in a self-conscious and humorous way.
Someone whispered: "You're crazy."
Unexpectedly, Wang Yiyuan had very good ears, so he immediately yelled back: "You are the one who is crazy, and your whole family is crazy!"
He cursed, a rush of blood rushed to his head, and he immediately opened the car door and got in.
Die, die all!
At this moment, Wang Yiyuan's entire face turned purple, his face was completely distorted, and he didn't even look human.
He became more and more excited and pressed the start button of the car hard.
The moment the BMW roared, Wang Yiyuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his whole body seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, and his consciousness disappeared instantly.
The people around looked over curiously, but no one took the initiative to approach.
At the street intersection dozens of steps away, Wang Chen's lips curved into a faint smile, blending into the bustling crowd.
The person who just passed by Wang Yiyuan was Wang Chen. If it hadn't been for this very slight collision, many happy families would have been broken up in a few minutes.
Wang Chen remembers this incident very clearly on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and he also read the subsequent announcement, so he knows the relevant details.
For the first time since his rebirth, he used the psychic powers he developed to kill people.
The effect is overwhelming.
I believe that even the most skilled forensic doctor would not be able to detect Wang Chen's movements.
And Wang Chen will never regret ending a person's life in this way.
Because some people really cannot be described as "people".
If Wang Chen takes the initiative to bury him, he can make this world a little more beautiful!
With a happy mood, he walked into a tavern.
It was just past eight o'clock, and there were no empty tables in this tavern. There were many couples sitting together, drinking wine and talking about love.
Such an atmosphere made Wang Chen feel somewhat out of place.
But he did not quit. Instead, he sat down on a stool in front of the bar, asked the bartender for a beer, and drank it slowly.
You're here now, let's just have some fun.
The atmosphere of the tavern is quite good, there are no noisy lights and electronic music, and there are no bartenders.
A singer was sitting on a small stage playing and singing to himself, and his deep voice sang the charm of a folk song.
Wang Chen treated the song to food and drank a bottle of beer.
Asked for another bottle.
Although Wang Chen looked very young, his temperament did not look like a seventeen-year-old boy at all, so the bartender did not treat him as a minor.
Wang Chen originally planned to finish his beer and leave. Unexpectedly, a moment later, a fashionably dressed woman came to the tavern and sat down next to him.
Wang Chen glanced at it casually.
This woman has a very good figure. She probably exercises regularly to get in shape and is definitely not the kind of person who relies on equipment.
She wore no makeup, her eyebrows were delicate, her skin was fair and beautiful, and she had at least an eight-point real appearance.
The most important thing is that this woman does not have any aura of worldliness. In all likelihood, she is an urban white-collar worker with a good life, and her dress has an obvious light luxury style.
As soon as she sat down, she attracted the attention of many people in the tavern.
Of course, those who dare to look openly at her must be those who don’t have a girlfriend around them.
This urban beauty's senses were quite keen. Wang Chen noticed it as soon as he glanced at her. He turned around and looked at Wang Chen, and then asked curiously: "Are you alone?"
Wang Chen didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to strike up a conversation, so he nodded and replied, "Yes, are you alone?"
"one person."
The female white-collar worker sighed softly, then raised her hand to greet the bartender: "Erik, give me a Martini, and give this gentleman a Martini too."
She stretched out her slender white fingers and pointed at Wang Chen sitting next to her.
Then he smiled at Wang Chen and said, "You don't mind, do you?"
"certainly."
Wang Chen smiled and said: "I never refuse wine from others, especially from beautiful women."
The female white-collar worker chuckled, her eyes full of amusement: "You look very young, how old are you?"
"This issue is a bit sensitive."
Wang Chen shook his head and said, "The data is confidential."
Nubai, who was in the lead, was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, her shoulders swaying non-stop.
She no longer doubted Wang Chen's age - he was obviously an experienced driver!
The female white-collar worker became more interested in Wang Chen. When the bartender brought two glasses of prepared Martini, she picked up one of the glasses and asked Wang Chen: "Here, cheers to Loneliness."
Wang Chen nodded and raised a glass of cocktail: "Thank you, congratulations on becoming a single noble again."
The female white-collar worker was suddenly stunned: "How did you know?"
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Originally, she wanted to give her boyfriend a surprise, but she didn't expect that the latter gave her a big "surprise", so her boyfriend turned into her ex-boyfriend.
She came to the tavern in a depressed mood, and because she liked Wang Chen, she bought him a drink.
She never expected that Wang Chen would actually tell her what was on her mind!
It's really incredible.
"I can read faces."
Wang Chen drank the Martini in the cup and said with a smile, "Would you like to help you figure out your love and future?"
In the eyes of female white-collar workers, he suddenly became mysterious.