The Queen of Gossip

"Hoshino Huang, get out of here!" He growled furiously, and his anger filled the entire courtyard.

Not long after, a group of Japanese thugs in kimonos with samurai swords quickly surrounded him and surrounded him, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Luo Xichen was not afraid at all, what he was best at was one against ten. After fighting for so many years, even the boxing champion in the arena below was no match for him, let alone such an ordinary little guy.

"Who are you? How dare you be rude to our master?" The leader, a big man with a knife, said angrily, speaking in blunt Chinese.

"If you don't want to die, let him come out!"

Luo Xichen is unarmed, but this is not a problem at all. For him, a pair of fists and feet are the best weapons.

The big man in black at the head winked: "Go!"

More than [-] thugs with samurai swords rushed forward together. Not only was Luo Xichen not afraid at all, but his icy blue eyes overflowed with excitement like a beast.

Under the dark night, there were crackling sounds of fists and feet in the huge encirclement. After a while, people were thrown out of the encirclement one after another, screaming and lying on the ground.

Within a few minutes, more than [-] people were lying on the ground moaning, and the samurai swords were scattered on the ground like toys.

Luo Xichen didn't look at the group of scum again, and walked towards the inner hall. He opened the door and saw a man drinking tea.

His face was expressionless, and the air-conditioning was lingering around him, but his posture of drinking tea was so comfortable and leisurely.

In Luo Xichen's hand was a samurai sword that he had snatched before entering the door, and it lay across Hoshino Huang's neck.

The light of the knife was cold and sharp, and he showed no mercy. When the knife fell, it left a bloodstain on the side of Hoshino Huang's neck.

And the man who was like a block of ice for ten thousand years was still motionless, drinking tea slowly, without even frowning.

"Master Luo, what are you doing?" His voice was cold, like frozen snow.

"What did you do to Wan Qing?" Luo Xichen moved his wrist slightly, deepening the bloodstain.

"Of course it's what the **** did."

Hoshino Huang used the dried purple clay tea bowl to slowly separate the samurai sword. The movement seemed gentle, but in fact it implied cleverness.

Luo Xichen only thought he was farting, and asked directly: "What did you do to her brain? Did you keep projectile vomiting after you knew she would come, and fainted at home!"

A crack appeared on Hoshino Huang's originally calm and calm face. He stood up abruptly, cast his lacquered eyes over, and said in surprise, "What did you say? Saori fainted?"

Luo Xichen slowly put down the samurai sword, his icy eyes were menacing, and a cruel sneer curled up on the corner of his lips.

"Wan Qing was in the hospital, unconscious all the time. The doctor said that there was a piece of metal stuck in an important blood vessel in her brain. If she didn't perform traction surgery, she might die at any time."

"How could it be..." A flustered expression flashed across Hoshino Huang's face, "When she left, the fragment was still in a free state. I took a picture of her..."

"You really did use her brains!" Luo Xichen stared at him fiercely, stretched out his long arms, grabbed his collar, and said angrily, "If anything happens to Wan Qing, I will definitely kill you."

Luo Xichen was already a few centimeters taller than Xingyehuang, he grabbed his collar in an extremely brutal way, looked down at him, his beast-like eyes sent out bloodthirsty danger signals.