future master in modern

The phone was still ringing, but those men in black were determined to snatch Zhao Wou-ki's phone, trying to make Zhao Wou-ki's life miserable.

Zhao Wou-ki grabbed the phone, his face turned cold all of a sudden.

He looked at the men in black who hadn't given up, ignored them, and connected the phone on his own.

When Lawrence saw this scene, he was instantly outraged. This was something he had never experienced before. It was amazing that someone dared to ignore him like this.

Accompanied by the twitching of his facial muscles, Lawrence grabbed the sofa under his body almost to pieces, and the beautiful woman beside him shuddered for some reason when she saw him like this, and moved her body slightly, Just now she was still full of interest, but now she is a little scared.

She has only been here for a month, and she is still not very familiar with it. Today is also the first time she saw Lawrence. She seemed a little fearless after the initial excitement.

"Moxie, you know how to do it! If you don't need it, I'll teach you!" Lawrence suddenly roared, waking Moxie who had been standing beside him.

Moxi was taken aback, and looked at Zhao Wou-ki hesitantly, but after he saw Lawrence's ferocious face, he still made a move.

In the early years, when Lawrence was not in power, he was just a street hunhun. At that time, he did everything by himself, and fighting was commonplace. Therefore, this long-term habit made the tyranny in Lawrence's heart grow from germination to growth and then take root. , and finally ingrained, almost identical to him.

It can be said that Lawrence is the embodiment of tyranny and cruelty. Although his blade organization is only small and medium-sized, if it is ranked at the bottom, almost everyone will think of Lawrence's famous temper. Moreover, if anyone provoked him, Lawrence would definitely bite anyone at sight like a mad dog. Most people would not easily provoke Lawrence like a mad dog.

Just as Zao Wou-ki connected the phone, the men in black thought they had long hands and wanted to take the phone from Zhao Wou-ki's hand. Zhao Wou-ki glanced slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

As they approached inch by inch, Zhao Wou-ki burst out a few words expressionlessly: "I think the hands are too long!"

Zhao Wou-ki held the mobile phone in one hand, and slapped it like a fly with the other hand.

A crisp sound.

A man in black flew up to the ceiling, hit it hard, and then landed with a bang. The ceiling was smashed out of the cracks, and the dust fell down in a rush, and fell on the ground in a small puddle after a while.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't move his eyes, he didn't pay attention to the man in black at all, but at this moment another man in black took out a pistol and was about to shoot Zhao Wou-ki's wrist. His main purpose was still not to let Zhao Wuji made a smooth call.

At this time, Zhao Wou-ki was too lazy to block the bullet, and it only took one movement to solve it. He saw the man in black picked up the pistol, and then pointed it at Zhao Wou-ki's wrist.

Zao Wou-ki glanced slightly, the movement of that hand turned into an afterimage, I'm afraid the calculation is slowed down many times with the help of modern technology, and it may not be possible to clearly see the trajectory of Zhao Wou-ki's hand at this time.

With a swipe, the hand seemed to be drawn in the air, heading straight, and the target was the black pistol.

All of Zao Wou-ki's movements are so random, so natural, as if every movement is so ordinary like usual, but at this moment it is difficult for others to understand.

This speed to the peak surpassed everything.

Afterwards, Zhao Wou-ki grabbed the pistol with his hand.

The man in black was stunned, wanted to pull the trigger but found it was motionless, Zhao Wou-ki's hand was already on the gun, and his hand was still on the trigger.

"Hi, hello." Zhao Wou-ki finally started the opening speech of this call.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone, the caller seemed to be hesitating, Zhao Wou-ki didn't urge him, he just held up the phone and waited, while his hand was holding the pistol, forming a strange balance, the others were also at this time As if caught in a state of frozen time, his eyes widened and he watched all this slowly.

Then, there was a voice on the phone, which was very clear in the almost dead box here at this moment.

"Zhao, is that you?" It was a familiar voice.

How could Zao Wou-ki not be familiar with it, that was the first girl he saw after coming to this world, and she could be regarded as the girl who experienced life and death together.

She is Catherine.

Zhao Wou-ki couldn't forget the helplessness she felt when he first met Catherine; Zhao Wou-ki also couldn't forget the unusual way this girl looked at him after that.

Also, when they parted, they stood at the window facing the whole world, looking at each other without words, but she was reluctant to leave when the sun was brightest.

Catherine glanced back, Zhao Wou-ki didn't remember the whole world, but remembered her.

"Hello, Catherine." This short and ordinary greeting was too long after a long time, like the change of the old and new eras.

"Zhao, I... got the call from Susanna. How are you lately?" Catherine slowly organized her words, with a strange emotion, she spoke slowly like a stream What I want to say in my heart.

"Not bad." Zao Wou-ki raised his eyes and looked around, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and said. "And you?"

"I'm ready too, come out and sit down?" Catherine suggested seemingly casually, but Zhao Wou-ki could feel Catherine's trembling voice on the other end of the phone, that kind of anticipation, that kind of complicated fear of rejection. All the emotions are mixed together.

"Okay, no problem." Zhao Wou-ki smiled lightly, and agreed, told the meeting place, and Zhao Wou-ki hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up the phone, the atmosphere at the scene came alive again. The black-clothed men who desperately wanted to rush forward rushed forward anyway, and Lawrence roared as usual.

However, Zhao Wou-ki looked at the pistol in his hand and grinned.

The man in black who was holding the pistol by Zao Wou-ki had a bad feeling, but just as he had this thought, he vaguely saw Zao Wou-ki move.

The reason why it was vague was because Zao Wou-ki's movements were really too fast, so fast that the man in black who was closest to Zao Wou-ki had just taken a step, so fast that Lawrence hadn't finished making an expression.

Then, everyone heard the crisp sound, followed by a sharp scream.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the hand that changed Zao Wou-ki, but at this moment, Zhao Wou-ki's hand was already pinched.

With this pinch, the pistol fell apart immediately, and the parts exploded from Zhao Wuji's fingers, all deformed and scattered all over the ground, and the most miserable thing was the hand of the man in black holding the pistol. It was caught in the palm of Zhao Wuji's hand with guns and hands.

"Ah!" The shrill scream echoed, making people feel extremely creepy.

Zhao Wuji clenched his hands tightly, looked around playfully, then looked at his own hand, then, with a smile, let go of his hand.

Everyone's eyelids twitched, but the corners of their eyes all twitched for a while.

The dripping blood fell to the ground, and the man in black tremblingly raised his hand in front of him, looked at it tremblingly, then rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Lawrence frantically winked at Moxi who was standing behind Zao Wou-ki, beckoning him to move quickly, the heart of the beautiful blond woman sitting next to Lawrence almost jumped out, she saw Moxi slowing down the gun in his hand. Take it out slowly, and then slowly stretch it towards the back of Zao Wou-ki's head.

Just as Zhao Wuji put his hand down, he felt a cold thing on the back of his head pressing against his head.

Afterwards, Moxi's expression changed from hesitation to madness all of a sudden, because the gun in his hand dropped on the back of Zao Wou-ki's head, in his opinion, it was already a sure thing to win.

Moxi smiled, very proudly.

Seeing this, Lawrence stood up suddenly, and the grin appeared again on his face. Think about his face, the ecstasy with his eyes widened, and the unchanging tyrannical expression of victory.

"Moxi, don't kill him yet." Lawrence said to Moxi with a cruel smile, and then looked at Zhao Wou-ki with a sneer.

Lawrence re-felt the feeling of having everything under his control. Kanze's house was full of mess, and he had the urge to cut the person in front of him to pieces, but he tried his best to maintain his image.

Lawrence stood up and came to Zao Wou-ki.

"You continue to be arrogant, let me see!" Lawrence looked straight into Zhao Wou-ki's eyes, with an insolent smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't speak, just looked at him indifferently.

"Since you are crazy, today I just want to see how you humbly beg for mercy." Lawrence said with a chuckle, and then he straightened his face and said to Zhao Wou-ki with anger, "Kneel down!"

Zhao Wuji frowned suddenly, and then, all the unexpected scenes appeared.

Zhao Wou-ki first lowered his head, then raised his head, but it was a strange smile. Then, he glanced at Lawrence whose rampant color had not been reduced by half, raised his palm, and gave him a big slap.

The slap is loud!

With this slap, Zhao Wou-ki purposely controlled his strength to be very small, not because he kept his hand, but because he wanted Lawrence to experience the feeling of being slapped more. Slap him to death.

Lawrence was stunned, he thought of everything, but he never thought that Zao Wou-ki would dare to slap himself in the face in the end.

This slap made Lawrence almost faint, his mouth full of teeth fell out, Lawrence opened his mouth, and the saliva mixed with blood flowed out.

The volcano in Lawrence's heart was also slapped by Zao Wou-ki's slap.

Moxi never expected such a situation to happen, and immediately pushed the pistol to the back of Zao Wou-ki's head.

"Hehe." Zhao Wou-ki's smile at this time was a little cold.