What do I want from you?" Boss Han sneered, reached out to grab An Qingyu's unfinished dinner plate, and threw it against the wall next to him!
clang--!!
A crisp buzzing sound echoed in the empty and silent cafeteria, and the food was spilled all over the floor. Boss Han narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at An Qingyu.
"You killed One-Eye and Scarface, right?" His voice was cold to the bone.
An Qingyu didn't answer his question, or even look at him. All his eyes fell on the figure who had just walked into the cafeteria, and he stood up from his seat.
As soon as he stood up, the prisoners around him took a step forward and surrounded him tightly, their eyes full of warning.
"Get out of the way, I need to find someone." An Qingyu frowned slightly.
"Looking for someone? I'm talking to you! Do you look down on me?!" Boss Han roared angrily.
At this moment, the younger brother next to him looked back, with a strange expression on his face, and said something into Boss Han's ear.
Boss Han was startled and looked back, only to see Lin Qiye walking to the window as if there was no one around, preparing to prepare a meal, without even looking here.
"Is that the boy?" Boss Han muttered, glanced at An Qingyu, as if he thought of something, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is that the boy you are looking for?"
Before An Qingyu could answer, Boss Han continued: "Well, it's a rare opportunity, so I'll kill you two together to save trouble next time."
After saying that, he glanced at the younger brother next to him, who immediately led a dozen people and walked towards Lin Qiye aggressively.
…
Lin Qiye took the dinner plate and turned around, preparing to find a corner to eat away from Boss Han and others.
As soon as he came in, he saw Boss Han and a group of younger brothers, who seemed to be surrounding someone, but there were too many prisoners blocking that person. Lin Qiye didn't see who it was, and it was none of his business anyway.
correct.
You beat yours and I'll eat mine. If you don't take the initiative to provoke me, I won't bother to cause trouble.
However, the next moment, Lin Qiye's idea of eating quietly was shattered.
I saw a dozen prisoners walking fiercely around Lin Qiye and surrounding him. The leader looked at Lin Qiye coldly and said:
"Sick, our boss has something to do with you! Come with us!?"
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Do you have a problem with me?"
He looked beyond the few people in front of him to the group of people gathered in the corner of the cafeteria. After these dozen prisoners left, the encirclement was missing a corner. Lin Qiye could also clearly see the person surrounded in the center.
The young man was suddenly startled...
Then the expression suddenly became wonderful!
"What? You're not going?!" The leading prisoner's face turned grim.
"Go." Lin Qiye nodded, "Of course."
Seeing Lin Qiye's expression changing so quickly, the prisoner was also stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he brought Lin Qiye to Boss Han.
"Boy, we meet again." Boss Han looked at Lin Qiye with a ferocious smile on his lips, "This time the two night watchmen are not here, I want to see who can help you?"
Lin Qiye walked into the encirclement and sat down opposite An Qingyu without even looking at Boss Han.
The two teenagers looked at each other, with a faint smile appearing on their lips.
"I didn't expect to meet you here... I thought you disappeared with Cangnan City." Lin Qiye said with emotion.
"Ten years ago, I happened to be studying in the city next door and escaped." An Qingyu looked at Lin Qiye carefully for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are more normal than I thought, and you don't seem to be mentally ill."
"I'm not sick to begin with." Lin Qiye shrugged, "In other words, I'm already cured."
"Then why don't you go out?"
"They said I still need to be observed and wouldn't let me go out."
"How long will the observation last?"
"One year."
"It's a bit long."
"yes……"
The two of them chatted casually, as if they were not surrounded by a group of prisoners in a prison, but in a coffee shop with an elegant environment, listening to Beethoven's piano music, talking and laughing happily.
Boss Han's face turned green.
boom--!!
Boss Han punched the dining table, breaking it in the middle. The sharp cracking sound echoed in the cafeteria, and the chat between the two stopped abruptly.
He stared at the two of them and said fiercely: "Where do you think this is? Who do you think I am? A waiter?"
He stepped on the broken half of the table, smashing it into pieces, and said with a murderous tone: "Today, don't let any of you go back alive!"
Lin Qiye looked at the broken table calmly and sighed, "How about we deal with them before continuing?"
An Qingyu nodded, "I agree."
"The forbidden ruins are useless here, how many can you hit?"
"I can't fight." An Qingyu shook his head, drops of blood seeping from his fingertips, and an invisible thread slowly stretched out...
"But I can kill people." He said calmly.
Lin Qiye sensed the [Weird Silk], and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and then he nodded thoughtfully, "Take it easy a little, there are so many of them, it would be quite troublesome to kill them all, let them grow long
Just remember it well."
"Listen to you."
Seeing that the two of them were so relaxed, Boss Han felt furious. He waved his hand, "Fuck them all! Kill them!"
boom--!!
The forty or fifty prisoners surrounding the two men swarmed forward, and their deafening roars sounded, almost lifting the roof of the canteen!
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu moved at the same time!
Lin Qiye seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned slightly sideways and accurately avoided all the punches and kicks. Then he put one hand on the bench under him and swept backwards with a flying kick like lightning!
An Qingyu's situation was even more bizarre. All the fists that were about to touch his body rose at the same time, as if there was an invisible thread hanging up everyone's arms. As An Qingyu's palm suddenly clenched into a fist, everyone behind him
Several bloody slash marks appeared out of thin air on the prisoners' bodies.
Several prisoners covered their wounds with their hands and fell backwards wailing.
Lin Qiye's toes touched the bench, and he fell lightly into the crowd. He held a chopstick in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.
His lips parted slightly, and a deep voice echoed in the air:
"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and one sword kills fourteen states."
Ding--!!
A crisp sword cry came from his palm, as if what he held in his hand was not a chopstick, but a peerless magic weapon that could kill thousands of armies!