In the evening, kindergarten is over.
Du Qionghua hummed a little tune to pick up his son. As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he saw his best friend Liu Xin and her husband Yu Lei, surrounding Wang Xiaoming. The expressions on the three people's faces were more exciting than the other.
"What are you doing? Having a tea party?" Du Qionghua walked in.
Liu Xin As soon as he saw her, he told her everything that happened today, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
From Yu Qingmeng's physical awakening, to Chen Yan revealing that he has broken through to the professional level.
Du Qionghua After listening, he was silent for a moment and walked to his son who had been staying quietly.
She stretched out two fingers and pinched Chen Yan's chubby cheeks pretending to be helpless. "You brat, your wings are hard, right? You don't need to discuss such a big matter with your mother first, like going to Imperial Capital?"
Chen Yan didn't resist, he let her hold it, and said with a smile, "Mom, this is our own business as warriors, you don't have to worry about it."
"Okay, you little brat, how old are you when you dare to call me 'mom'? What about 'warrior's business'?"
Du Qionghua had a strange expression, both funny and emotional, but the force on his face was unconsciously loosened.
Now that the child has made a choice, what else can she, a mother, do besides give her full support?
Liu Xin suggested on the side. "Qionghua, let's go back together? We can have a good chat about the children's trip to Imperial Capital on the way, so we can make preparations in advance."
"No," Du Qionghua shook his head and held Chen Yan's hand, "I'll take this little guy to the Martial Arts Hall first to make his grandparents happy. Such a big 'good thing' has to be said face to face."
Walking out of Mechanism Kindergarten, the orange-red sunset stretched the shadows of the mother and son behind them.
Du Qionghua dialed the communication while walking.
"Hey, Mom? Well, it's me... Xiao Yan I have something big to tell you... Yes, we're going over there... Okay, I want to eat the spicy crab you made!"
Grandma Wang Jun's hearty and doting laughter came from the other end of the phone.
Chen Yan looked up and saw the undisguised joy on his mother's face, with a little bit of pride, and couldn't help but smile.
After all, my mother is only twenty-six years old this year, and she is still at an age where she can act like a spoiled child as a matter of course in front of her beloved parents.
At this moment, Chen Yan suddenly felt a cold and violent malice...
Chen Yan's eyes suddenly condensed, [Spirit Control] moved quietly, and the essence Divine Might spread instantly like an invisible and sophisticated network.
Almost immediately, he pinpointed the source of that evil thought--
At the corner of the street, in the deep shadow of an old building, a man over 1.6 meters tall, with a bald head and a body as thin as a monkey, was staring at the mother and son with a pair of vicious snake-like eyes, his eyes full of greed and calculation.
Chen Yan's mind turned and he immediately made a decision.
He tugged on Du Qionghua's sleeves, raised his head and said, "Mom, I suddenly want to eat the cold braised animal meat from that shop at the intersection! I want to eat it now, I'm so greedy."
"You're a snack foodie, you just had a birthday cake and you haven't digested it yet?" Du Qionghua didn't doubt that he was there, smiled and scratched his nose, "Okay, I'm going to the supermarket next door to buy your grandparents some durians that they like to eat."
"Well... then just wait here for me and don't run around!"
"Yeah! I promise not to run around!" Chen Yan nodded obediently.
Looking at the back of Du Qionghua turning towards the supermarket, Chen Yan, like all the children who are patiently waiting for their mother, first kicked the pebbles on the spot out of boredom, and then walked to a flower bed with few pedestrians as if unintentionally.
He squatted down and pretended to concentrate on studying the busy ants on the ground.
A trace of ecstasy and extreme disdain flashed in the eyes of the bald man in the shadow.
What a great opportunity! A godsend!
His figure swayed like a ghost, his movements swift and silent.
A black hemp bag made of special material, with a faint sound of wind under the hood, accurately completely enveloped the squatting little figure.
Immediately, the mouth of the bag was tightened with a clever force, and the whole process was smooth and smooth. From starting to succeeding, it only took two or three seconds.
The bald man easily lifted the sack onto his shoulders, feeling the light weight. With a few quick moves, he disappeared into the depths of the intricate alley and disappeared into the dim twilight.
"Oh, you succeeded so easily?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself as he quickly walked through the maze of alleys, "It's really killing a chicken with a big knife, and the money is so much money..."
There was a hint of contempt in his tone, "For such a four-year-old brat, you actually spend a lot of money to invite me, an amateur and high-level warrior, to take action?"
How could a four-year-old child, even with some martial arts seeds, be able to dig out the palm of his hand?
The night is getting darker, and under the abandoned Broken Bridge in the suburbs, the wind whistles.
The bald man threw the sack on his shoulder to the ground irritably, making a dull sound.
He glanced at the communicator on his wrist again, and the time numbers on the screen were beating coldly.
"Damn, it's already eight o'clock in the evening, why hasn't that old man come yet?" He cursed in a low voice, and a sense of uneasiness wrapped around his heart like a poisonous snake.
The evening breeze blew through the grass, bringing a biting chill. The outdoor temperature was only a dozen degrees, but large beads of sweat oozed from the bald man's forehead and slid down his cheeks.
"Miao Ye, this old guy, did you remember the wrong place of the transaction? Or... you want to take advantage of others?" His patience was finally exhausted.
The nights are long and the dreams are many. Those in this profession are most afraid of procrastination.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he decided not to wait any longer. He would break up the vote first, and then go to the old guy to settle the score!
He strode up to the sack that was no longer moving, clenched his right fist suddenly, and the amateur energy and blood in his body surged. With fatal force, he mercilessly hit the small outline in the sack!
This punch was enough to dent the steel.
"No! Please don't kill me! Kill me... I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
A childish yet extremely frightened scream suddenly came from the sack.
It also had a crying voice, which sounded extremely real and heart-stopping.
A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of the bald man's mouth. His fists did not stop at all, but became even more fierce.
"Pfft!"
It was as if the sound of a watermelon bursting was particularly clear in the silence of Broken Bridge.
The hot liquid instantly splashed out from the inside of the sack, quickly dyeing the rough linen cloth a shocking dark red, even reflecting a sticky luster under the moonlight.
The bald man retracted his fist expressionlessly and casually wiped the warm blood on his hand with a relatively clean area on the sack.
Then he swiped it on his face and tore off a human skin mask as thin as cicada wings.
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