Genius commoner

Chapter 548 Li Yuanfeng

Ye Zixuan didn't care about the conflict between Ghost Head King and Brother Ji, he was more concerned about the gray-clothed old man who ran away.

When he was in the tea restaurant, he rushed out when the bus appeared to block the street, just to block the gray-clothed old man, at least to see his face, but he didn't expect that even though he gave the gray-clothed old man One was caught off guard, but the latter managed to sneak into the bus with agility, and then jumped out of another window and ran away.

Ye Zixuan did not chase after him. He knew that if the old man in gray was not blocked by a thunder strike, he would never have the chance to pursue him. He was very curious about the existence of the other party, and he didn't understand why the old man in gray wanted to follow him. Himself, if the two sides have unresolved grievances, how could he follow from the beginning to the end without attacking?

It was difficult to judge friend and foe for a while, but Ye Zixuan's vigilance was invisible.

In order to lure the gray-clothed old man, after Ye Zixuan came out of the tea restaurant, he drove around the Chehe River alone, but he didn't see the other party's shadow after driving for two hours, and even the breath disappeared without a trace. Ye Zixuan knew the other party He has already left, at least not following him now, so he shook his head and smiled wryly, preparing to go back to the hotel to rest.

As soon as the car drove near the hotel where she was staying, Ye Zixuan's phone rang, and Yang Huanyan's pleasant laughter came from her ears. She had already come out of the criminal investigation team and was drinking with a few friends in Lan Kwai Fong to get rid of bad luck. In any case, Ye Zixuan was invited to have a few drinks. The woman seemed a little drunk, and her words carried a hint of savagery.

Ye Zixuan originally wanted to refuse, but thinking that Yang Huanyan was really unlucky today, her mother was detained by the police, 200 million was for naught, and she ran into a dead man when she went for a walk, and the rest of the women would probably be depressed because of the blows. It was not easy, and worried that she would get drunk and have an accident, Ye Zixuan finally agreed to go to Lan Kwai Fong to find her.

Ye Zixuan threw the car to Tang Xueyi, and found a taxi to go to Lan Kwai Fong. He knew how to drink. Although Huanyue did not drink and drive, Ye Zixuan habitually obeyed some rules. The driver was a 40-year-old man. A middle-aged uncle, he should be physically strong at this age, but his hair is nearly half white, and there are wrinkles on his face.

"Little brother, are you going to Lan Kwai Fong so late?"

When the car drove towards Lan Kwai Fong, the middle-aged uncle glanced at Ye Zixuan, smiled playfully and asked, "From the mainland?"

Ye Zixuan nodded: "That's right."

"Huanyue is not bad, isn't it? International Financial Center, have you never seen such prosperity?"

The middle-aged uncle looked unexpected, nodded and said: "A good dog does not block the way, and a good man does not block the money. I have come to Huanyue from all the way to see the world of flowers and flowers. I should be more generous and contribute more to Huanyue. Buy more drinks, spend more jewelry, and of course, you can’t buy milk powder, which will affect the lives of the citizens of Huanyue.”

Ye Zixuan smiled noncommittally, and then listened to the middle-aged uncle talking about the strange theory: "You said, Huanyue made you see the world, and you came to harm the vital interests of the citizens, isn't it too much? So those of us What you want, you can’t buy; what we don’t need, you can buy and see.”

"To be a human being, you have to compare your heart with your heart. What you owe in the previous life will be repaid in the next life. Why do some people lack arms and legs? It is what they owed in the previous life. The reason is very simple."

The middle-aged uncle snorted arrogantly: "When you set foot here, it means that you owe Huanyue a favor, and you must learn to be grateful..."

Ye Zixuan looked ahead and squeezed out two words: "Be careful..."

The middle-aged driver was startled by Ye Zixuan's sudden reminder, his expression changed subconsciously when he turned around, and without saying a word, he turned the steering wheel hastily.

Almost at the same moment, a black car brushed past the taxi door like a black whirlwind, and the black car was scratched by the lane-changing taxi, leaving a string of clear tire tracks on the hard concrete floor. Yinji, after the car slid out for a certain distance, it stepped on the brakes and stopped, and it stopped very abruptly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged driver's expression changed again, he didn't dare to talk nonsense with Ye Zixuan, and stepped on the brakes quickly.

Just as the taxi came to a stop, Ye Zixuan clearly saw two black-clothed youths get out of the black car, one leaned against the car and watched vigilantly, and the other walked towards the taxi aggressively. The reflector clearly saw that there were several luxury cars following behind, and the license plates of the two places were rarely connected together.

"Your sister, where are your eyes? Can you drive?"

A young man who was short-sleeved hadn't arrived yet, and the scolding came first, his eyes flickered with a cold chill, obviously very angry at the middle-aged driver's lane change, seeing this scene, the middle-aged driver was frightened His complexion changed drastically, without saying a word, he quickly pushed open the car door, walked down, smiled and bowed, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At this moment, he no longer taught Ye Zixuan how superior he was.

"I'm sorry, it's useful, what do you want the police for?"

The short-inch young man had big eyes, bulging like gongs. He walked up to the middle-aged driver while cursing, kicked him without saying a word.

The middle-aged driver grunted, shook and fell on the car door.

Under the lights of the cars behind, the painful expression of the driver was clearly visible, showing how domineering the other party's kick was, but the middle-aged driver did not dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but struggled to get up, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He had already recognized the team's license plate, and his face was very pale.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zixuan frowned, and immediately turned his attention to the short-haired youth, but he didn't mind his own business.

"Look at what?"

The young man with a cropped head was very keen, caught Ye Zixuan's gaze, stared and cursed, and at the same time raised his foot, kicking at the taxi door.

This kick was so strong that he kicked the door of the car flat. He looked at Ye Zixuan fiercely: "Get out of the car, believe it or not, I will hit you?"

The middle-aged driver looked distressed, but he didn't dare to resist in the slightest.

Just when the inch-cropped young man pointed his finger at Ye Zixuan, Ye Zixuan had already kicked the car door, jumped out, and made a bold move, clamping the inch-cropped youth's head with both hands.

Pull down hard, then lift your knees.

The domineering knee bump was straightforward, cunning and ruthless.

When the faces of the rest of his companions changed drastically, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched and he wanted to struggle and jump away. A forceful and vigorous impact hit the body of the young man who was quickly pulled down, and his head was pressed down to bear the heavy blow. Dotted with scarlet, he leaned back miserably. Facing Ye Zixuan, the handsome master was as weak as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The huge disparity in strength cannot be made up for by three to five years of hard work.

In the surprise of the middle-aged driver, Ye Zixuan clapped his hands: "It's down, what's the matter?"

The inch-cut young man covered his forehead, his eyelids twitched: "You..."

"Boy, court death!"

Seeing Ye Zixuan attacking and injuring his companion, the convoy opened the doors one after another, and seven or eight young men with arrogance got out, murderous and wanted to get close to Ye Zixuan for revenge. Protruding a pale face, he glanced at the scene, his eyes fell on Ye Zixuan, and then said softly:

"Ah Dao, don't make troubles, there are still things tonight."

Hearing this sentence, seven or eight young people stopped in their tracks for an instant, glared at Ye Zixuan fiercely, and then endured the anger of their companions being injured, turned around and walked to their respective cars. The injured young people still licked their lips: "Tonight Young Master Li has spoken, forget about it, be careful next time you drive, and don't run into me again, or you will be destroyed."

Ye Zixuan ignored the other party's threats, but also looked at the pale face, a very beautiful face, almost like Lin Qingxia's Dongfang Bubai.

It's just that the owner of the face is a young man with red lips and white teeth, and a gentle face.

While watching, the convoy restarted, and the windows slowly closed upwards.

It's just... At the moment of closing, the pale face, frowning, recalled Ye Zixuan's breath.

He could feel the danger of Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan smelled the other party's femininity, and there was also a scent of wine that had accumulated for many years.

"Little brother, let's go."

The middle-aged driver tugged Ye Zixuan's sleeve lightly: "This is the Li family team, that's Li Yuanfeng, Young Master Li."

(End of this chapter)