Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"Where did you hide the young lady? If you can't contact the young lady, it must be related to you. I'll give you one minute to tell me where the young lady is."

Behind Hei were several bodyguards in black, all of whom were 190cm tall, giving off a very oppressive vibe.

There is no escape now.

Is Twelve Fists delicious?

"Mr. Chen, you go first. I'll take care of this."

Feng Qingyu stood in front of Chen.

"These guys are coming for me, it's none of your business."

It would be big news if the public knew that the niece of the mayor of Longmen and the chief of the Public Security Bureau of Xiosta had a fight, and it would not look good for Longmen.

After all, the people of Longmen are outsiders, and if they cause trouble in Xiosta’s territory, it is easy to cause misunderstanding.

The best way is for Chen to leave here first, find Xilan's whereabouts first, and Feng Qingyu goes to the Public Security Bureau for tea. Going to the police station for tea is already common. During the time when he was hanging out in Longmen, Feng Qingyu was often "invited" by the sirs to the interrogation room of the Guard Bureau, and was detained for 48 hours.

Most of the time she didn't do anything wrong, and the officers couldn't do anything about her, so they could only keep her in custody for two days and then release her. The situation in Xiosta should be similar, and people would be released if they exceeded the detention period.

Hei didn't dare to do anything to her before getting the document from Longmen.

The arrest of a small-time gangster would cause much less commotion than that of the arrest of a senior police superintendent at Lungmen.

Chen had no other choice but to leave first. If this fierce security chief regretted his decision and arrested her again, there would be no one to solve the problem.

"Well...be careful. Wait for me, I'll find a way."

Before the police from the Public Security Bureau gathered around, Chen ran to a crowded street and quickly hid himself. Hei did not chase him on purpose. Before coming here, she had checked and found out that Chen was a senior superintendent of the Longmen Guard Bureau and the niece of Mayor Wei Yanwu.

It would be bad to offend Wei Yanwu, so she just wanted to find the young lady. The police lady didn't seem to be involved in this matter, so she could be left alone for the time being.

"Don't think I won't touch you just because you know Senior Superintendent Longmen. If you dare to deceive and play with the young lady, I will make you pay. The young lady is kind-hearted and simple, but I am different. In order to protect the young lady, I can do anything."

Hei glanced at his subordinates, trying hard to suppress the irritation and anger in his heart.

"Take it to that place."

……

Feng Qingyu was not taken to the interrogation room in the Public Security Bureau. On the way to "that place", she was blindfolded and her hands were handcuffed, making her unable to resist.

She knew she couldn't resist, if she was shot she would be finished.

The former swordsman has now become a prisoner and was captured and interrogated by his former six-star operator. His mood must be complicated.

Even if the eyes cannot see it for the time being, one can still sense the strong hostility from Hei.

Feng Qingyu had a bad feeling. Her right eyelid was twitching violently, which meant that something bad was about to happen to her. Regardless of whether it was superstition or not, she believed it anyway.

After getting off the car, she was dragged forward by a group of rude bodyguards in black and walked into a place where the temperature was much lower than outside.

Then, the black cloth covering his eyes was torn off, and when he could see the surroundings clearly, the black fist came down.

"Boom-"

The hard fist hit Feng Qingyu's face as fast as the wind, and being hit was accompanied by intense pain and dizziness.

Sister Hei's punch was meant to kill him, but she didn't hit any vital parts. She probably wanted to show her power first.

"hiss……"

There is a slight taste of blood in my mouth, caused by my teeth accidentally scratching the inner wall of my mouth.

"I'm sorry...but I really don't know where Miss Ceylon went. She disappeared in the blink of an eye. I was about to go look for her when you stopped me. I can't answer this question for you."

Feng Qingyu told Hei the truth with a desperate mentality. If Hei was really anxious, he would send someone to look for him immediately, saving her and Chen from searching for a needle in a haystack in Xiostar.

Hei knew better than anyone where Ceylon might go.

"Asshole, *Xista swears*, do you want to die?"

Hei grabbed the front of her sweatshirt and could almost lift Feng Qingyu up. Feng Qingyu saw clearly that Hei was so angry that his veins bulged and he was on the verge of losing control.

The fact that a cold and self-controlled killer could become like this is enough to show how important Ceylon is to Hei.

Why can't these two succeed? It's too hard to be a Cupid, and now you have to get beaten.

"I value my life very much... Miss Hei... Even if I beg for mercy from you, you may not let me go."

Feng Qingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and managed to keep his body steady.

To her shame, she was beaten so hard that she saw stars.

"How can someone like you win the young lady's favor? What method did you use to deceive the young lady? Tell me now!"

Accompanied by a familiar Xiosta swear word, Feng Qingyu was punched in the lower abdomen.

Hei is indeed a martial artist, and it hurts when he hits people.

"..."

After being hit hard, Feng Qingyu fell to his knees, his body tensed up, and a sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat. This time he was beaten to the point of internal bleeding, good (bushi).

I don't know if I can hold on until Chen finds Xilan and brings him back to save me. If this goes on, Hei might kill himself here.

Now Feng Qingyu is in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Xiosta. It looks like an abandoned car production line, with some bare car shells lying on it, covered with dust and cobwebs.

If a foreign tourist dies in a place like this, it is likely that his body will not be discovered until it starts to stink.

"Cough cough..."

There was a mouthful of blood foam on the ground.

"Hey... I told you... I really don't know... where Miss Ceylon is... If you... ahem... are really worried about her... send someone to look for her quickly... If you kill me... there's no way I'll know... a secret..."

Feng Qingyu and Hei looked at each other, one smiled, the other with eyes wide open, the contrast was sharp.

"A secret you absolutely... don't know... haha... Ceylon... never told you..."

Even though the Ceylon people were not here, the plan could proceed as usual. She just needed to keep stimulating, constantly, madly stimulating, to make Hei Su wake up to his true feelings.

She wanted to take a gamble, betting that if Hei wanted to know the "secret", he would not kill herself for the time being.

It's so shameful for a swordsman like her to be almost killed by a six-star operator. If other swordsmen knew about this, wouldn't they be laughed to death?

Hei cursed a bunch of dirty words, called a few black-clad bodyguards, and told them to go to a few places to look for people. Those were the places Xilan might go to, and Hei knew them better than Feng Qingyu.

However, those attractions are entertainment venues such as amusement parks and video game arcades, which are completely inconsistent with the impression given by Ceylon.

The subordinates went their separate ways, leaving only Hei and Feng Qingyu here.

Then there was another round of punches and kicks. Feng Qingyu tried to fight Hei in close combat. He was able to dodge a few times at first, but after being kicked in the calf by Hei, he could only take the beating.

If I were included in the card pool as a five-star operator, when players draw me and look at the panel, they will probably say, "Don't train Hei Yu, she's just a mascot, even worse than Shi Huai Ya."

The panel is low and fragile. Although it is a crutch, it has to hide behind powerful operators to help them warm up. Outside the battlefield, it is to warm the beds of female operators.

It hasn't even started to warm up yet, but he's already been beaten down. Feng Qingyu had no choice but to take the beating with a smile.

Miss Ceylon really did her a lot of harm.

Thirteen has no chance

"call……"

Hei felt a little tired, so he stopped beating for a while and took out a cigarette and lit it.

She calmed down a little and was not as excited as she was at the beginning. Instead, she became a little interested in Feng Qingyu.

If it were any other vain guy, he would have knelt down and begged for mercy, promising that he would get out of here immediately and never get close to Miss Ceylon again.

They didn't really love Ceylon and were not willing to endure this pain.

This time I met a tough guy. He was beaten so many times but he resisted without making a sound. He was completely different from the others.

After all, Hei just wanted to teach him a lesson, but he was a little too excited today.

She had promised Ceylon not to kill innocent people at will, and she has been restraining herself recently unless the person she wanted to kill was unforgivable.

"You're still tough. Aren't you afraid of death? If you beg for mercy, I might stop."

Feng Qingyu couldn't get up for the time being and could only lie on the ground with his back facing the sky.

"Ahem... Miss Hei... You know... I used to be... a gangster... In our line of work... getting beaten is a common occurrence... I've gotten used to it... What I, Feng Qingyu, hate the most... is begging for mercy..."

Even if you beg for mercy, the evil spirit may not show mercy.

"But... it's a pity... I can't go to the music festival..."

Hei really wanted to complain, it was already this late, and this woman was still thinking about the music festival. She was almost beaten to death, but she didn't even think about how to survive.

weirdo.

"cut……"

Hei exhaled a puff of smoke, helped Feng Qingyu up from the ground, and leaned him against the wall.

Feng Qingyu stretched out a trembling hand towards Hei, with purple bruises on the back of his hand.

"Your cigarettes...are a good brand...give me one. One of my favorite things...is to get other people's cigarettes for free..."

"Humph."

Although he was unhappy, seeing Feng Qingyu's miserable state, Hei still lit the cigarette and put it in her mouth. There were still a few cigarettes left, so it was understandable to share them.

Hei didn't like Feng Qingyu, but since she was not a wimp, this cigarette wasn't a waste.

She always respected people with integrity and honor. Even if she had to kill someone, she would make sure that person died with dignity and with less pain.

The two began to talk normally, which was something Feng Qingyu had never thought of. But there were so many strange things in the world that the current situation was not so surprising.

Whenever she talked about Ceylon, Hei's attitude was very different. For example, now, her tone even revealed a hint of tenderness.

"What do you like about the young lady? Her appearance? Her social status? Her wealth? Or her education and social status? The young lady does have many advantages and deserves to be liked by others."

Feng Qingyu silently took a long puff of the cigarette. The tobacco brought a spicy and sweet taste to the tip of his tongue, and the pain in his body seemed to be so painful.

"In many aspects... For example, the attitude towards infected people... This aspect... is more advanced than many people who hold prejudices... You know... Miss Ceylon... has many better choices... but she chose the path of no return of studying mineralogy..."

Studying Originium and Ore Diseases is accompanied by certain risks, and one can be infected if not careful. Ceylon is determined to do this, and apart from the rigid conditions such as appearance and family background, she is still radiant and dazzling.

Such a lofty awareness shocked and moved both the infected and non-infected people.

"Think about it...how many young ladies in this world...can do this?"

Ceylon has a certain spirit that is very similar to that of Tallulah in the past. For the sake of the goal, the belief is extremely firm, and no difficulties or obstacles are afraid of the front.

It's just that Tallulah is lost now, and is going further and further down the wrong path.

"Tsk, you can actually see the difference in the young lady. I underestimated you. In the eyes of others, the young lady is a mobile money bag, an ATM machine, a fool with a lot of money, a mountain of gold... I thought you were also dreaming of becoming the mayor's son-in-law."

Hei's attitude improved, albeit only slightly. At least he stopped punching and gave him a cigarette.

It would definitely be better if there was wine. Feng Qingyu has always wanted to try Xiosta’s specialty coconut whiskey.

It’s a pity that I don’t have any wine now, so I can only think about it in my mind.

Hei leaned against the mottled wall and sighed softly.

"My lady is very important to me. She is a part of my life, more important than my own life. I have watched her grow from a toddler to an adult, and my desire to protect her is stronger than anyone else's. What do you think you can give her?"

What can a gangster give to a lady?

Although being a gangster is not as dangerous as being a killer, it is not safe either. Gangsters make money on the edge of a knife, and gangsters know this too.

She has come into contact with people from all walks of life and knows how their lives are.

If a young lady associates with a gangster, she will inevitably face danger and live in fear every day.

"Can you give her a stable life? Can you guarantee that your enemies won't cause trouble?"

"..."

Hei's words were very realistic and stumped Feng Qingyu for a moment.

The answer is of course no. If she could, she would have married and had several children. Several brothers in gangs have had the same experience. Their wives ran away with their children. They don’t want to live with the underworld and are worried that they will be hacked to death one day.

But here, Feng Qingyu couldn't tell the truth. The plan was still in progress, and the key was how he would push it forward.

"How do you know... I can't? I have retired from gangsterism... Miss Ceylon said that she doesn't mind... doesn't mind my identity, my past... No matter how bad my past is, no matter how shameful it is... She loves me as a person... not my resume."

Feng Qingyu repeated Ceylon's original words, word for word.