novelraw Chapter 1415: No Time to Turn Around
Chapter 1415: No Time to Turn Around
Jiang Guangrong awkwardly smiled and accepted the weapon without hesitation. At the same time, he couldn’t help but grumble in his heart: Oh, women.
"Alright, tell me about your Death Camp!" Zheng Xueyun changed the topic.
Jiang Guangrong nodded, thought for a moment, and then told Zheng Xueyun about some things regarding his suicide squad, including his intellectual combat with Miyamoto Zhengyi, his transformation of enemies to friends with Tian Jue, his desperate drifting with Miyamoto Keiko, and his observation of Nangong Ying’s battle. Zheng Xueyun listened attentively, sometimes showing fear, sometimes showing concern, sometimes grinning.
Downstairs, Jiang Guangrong quickly bought a few bottles of liquor and exited the supermarket.
Five hooligans blocked Jiang Guangrong. The first was a small hooligan with purple hair, looking to make big money. The purple-haired guy placed his hand on Jiang Guangrong’s shoulder: "Brother, do me a favor. I’m a bit short of money recently. I don’t have money for cigarettes. I want to borrow a few hundred yuan from you to buy some packs of cigarettes and pay you back in a few days, okay?"
Jiang Guangrong’s rented house is in a relatively remote area. The social security nearby is quite poor, so the rent is cheap. Many such hooligans don’t do business nearby.
Jiang Guangrong frowned, "I don’t have money. If I had money, would I be living in such a place?"
The purple-haired guy laughed, "No money? How is that possible? You just checked out at the supermarket, the brothers saw it clearly. You have a few hundred yuan in your pocket! I just want to borrow it. I’ll pay you back in a few days!"
Jiang Guangrong’s face was calm, his hands slightly tightened around the bottle of white liquor, the muscles on his arms starting to bulge, making his whole body tense like a drawn bow.
"Friend, take your hand off!" A sweet voice echoed.
People turned to look; it was a silver-haired, pale, handsome man, Zhao Junkai.
The purple-haired man glared at Zhao Junkai dissatisfied: "Where did this dog thing come from, nosing around? Eager to live?"
Zhao Junkai showed a sinister grin, slowly walking toward the purple-haired guy. The purple-haired guy fearlessly welcomed him: "So what? You want to move again?"
The smile on Zhao Junkai’s face grew deeper. He nodded while laughing. Suddenly, Zhao Junkai’s smile disappeared entirely. Zhao Junkai punched the purple-haired guy in the stomach. The purple-haired guy did not expect Zhao Junkai to suddenly act, and Zhao Junkai’s fist slammed into his stomach, causing the purple-haired guy to crash directly into the small advertisement board at the supermarket entrance.
The purple-haired guy lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head to look at Zhao Junkai, with a dark red streak of blood at the corner of his mouth: "Kid, you’re asking for it!"
The purple-haired guy just recovered and angrily charged toward Zhao Junkai.
Zhao Junkai grabbed a bottle of liquor from Jiang Guangrong’s hand and smashed it on one hooligan’s head. The hit hooligan only felt the sky spinning. Zhao Junkai raised his leg and kicked at the purple-haired guy’s small henchman, and both cried like slaughtered pigs. Zhao Junkai’s right hand clenched the bottle neck, dodging toward another small ruffian, his left hand grabbing the ruffian’s shirt, right hand seizing the neck, smashing directly into the ruffian’s ribs. The stabbed hooligan also let out a pig-like squeal.
The other two hooligans fled as soon as the situation turned bad. Zhao Junkai pursued one like a ghost, and with a light jump, his right elbow brutally swept the hooligan’s right temple. Before the hooligan could turn around, Zhao Junkai got him down. Zhao Junkai, holding the bottle neck, threw it directly at another hooligan. With the hooligan’s scream, the bottle neck accurately hit the back of his head, and the last one fell to the ground crying.
Zhao Junkai came in front of Jiang Guangrong, grinning: "Are you alright?"
Jiang Guangrong looked at the scene before him. For a moment, he did not answer Zhao Junkai.
Zhao Junkai brushed aside the silver hair on his forehead, thought for a moment, and tentatively said, "Hey? Kuoh, are you there?"
Jiang Guangrong looked at Zhao Junkai in surprise: "You know my brother?"
Zhao Junkai shrugged: "I don’t know your brother. I don’t care for such deals. I don’t care about anything. I’m busy all day."
"What’s up with my brother and Sister Xueyun?" Jiang Guangrong looked back at the distant home.
"Nothing," Zhao Junkai laughed lightly, "It depends on whether your brother and the boss can see results today, so we should give them some space now!"
Jiang Guangrong nodded, suddenly thinking of something: "Brother, thanks a lot for earlier. I don’t know your name."
"My name is Zhao Junkai."
"Oh..." Jiang Guangrong nodded, looking at Zhao Junkai, sincerely sighing, "Junkai, you are really handsome. You are the handsomest person I’ve ever seen, even more handsome than those big stars on TV."
"Haha," Zhao Junkai laughed, "Everyone says that when they first meet me. I’m used to it, but thank you for the compliment!"
Jiang Guangrong curiously asked, "Junkai, you look so handsome and have such a good temper. There must be many girls like you, right?
"Well..." Zhao Junkai rubbed his chin, "I currently have five girlfriends at the same time, broke up with three recently, and rejected a few. I don’t know if it’s too many..."
Jiang Guangrong looked at Zhao Junkai with envy: "Yan is worthy of doing whatever he desires. Sigh..."
Zhao Junkai looked at Jiang Guangrong curiously: "Why? From your tone, do you have someone you like?"
Jiang Guangrong sighed: "In a secret crush, that girl might never look at me directly. Oh, by the way, Brother Junkai, you have to keep this secret for me. If my brother finds out, he’ll boast!"
"Mhm." Zhao Junkai nodded, "Let’s talk in another place."
Jiang Guangrong also noticed that many people were already around. They quickly left the scene.
After chatting for almost an hour, Jiang Guangrong finally called to inquire about the situation. Jiang Guangrong and Zhao Junkai returned with smiles and bought a few more bottles of liquor.
As Zhao Junkai entered, he noticed Zheng Xueyun’s excitement had dissipated, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Zhao Junkai knew Zheng Xueyun got the answer she wanted.
Jiang Guangrong saw Zhao Junkai’s back and strangely said: "Mati, every time I see Junkai, I have an urge to fight him. He’s too handsome for others to live."
Zhao Junkai flashed a mischievous smile: "Outside, I’m handsome; inside, Guangrong is handsome!"
"I like hearing that, hahaha, come on, let’s eat and drink together. I haven’t tasted Sister Jue’s skills yet!"
Zhao Junkai looked at Tian Jue and said: "I’ve heard Lady Tian has great skills. Do we have a chance for a duel?"
Tian Jue glanced at Zhao Junkai, seeming cold to the handsome Zhao Junkai. She answered coldly: "I don’t like competing with others. I’d rather kill than compete!"
Zhao Junkai shrunk his neck and laughed.
As Zheng Xueyun and Zhao Junkai left, it was already late night. Jiang Guangrong kept watching them leave. Jiang Guangrong saw Jiang Guangrong’s face turning unpleasant. He asked doubtfully: "Brother, what’s wrong?"
Jiang Guangrong sighed, shaking his head: "I don’t know why. I always feel there’s something inescapable with the boss, something uncomfortable. I feel like there won’t be another chance to sit together and eat like today..."
Jiang Guangrong looked at Jiang Guangrong suspiciously and then at the distantly leaving Zheng Xueyun, deliberately nodding.
At this time, Zhong Qing was lying in First Hospital of Yanghe City, grumbling. Zhong Qing’s right hand was wrapped in thick bandages and gauze, his right palm no longer visible. A young nurse was changing Zhong Qing’s medicine.
At this moment, a few big guys in black suits walked in.