The Twin Brothers' Provocation 2

The mountain road.

Hill looked at the black-haired man before him and gave a flippant whistle, his deep-set eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Baby, if you're willing to give up your place in F4, I'll get my brother to let that little boy off this once. I'm being very sincere."

Little boy? Feng Ji?

Gu Xiao glanced at the blue-haired man and gave a mocking smile. "So you have trouble recognizing genders. A descendant of the Aisili Family is an imbecile. How very poignant."

At those words, Hill's smile deepened, a trace of infatuation in his eyes. "Darling, has anyone ever told you that you're prettier than plenty of omegas? You shouldn't be an alpha, much less reign supreme at the academy."

"Then have you ever heard," Gu Xiao stepped forward with a soft laugh, "what happened to the last person who spoke to me like that?"

With him so close, the amazement in Hill's eyes grew even stronger.

He knew the East produced beauties in abundance, but he hadn't expected the renowned Xiao to be the prettiest of them all.

If he and his brother had known how beautiful Xiao was after coming to this school, how could they possibly have wanted to declare war on him?

"A-Xiao, do you need me to handle him?" Fu Huai stood beside him, looking calm and utterly uninterested in Hill's provocation.

Gu Xiao curled his lips at Fu Huai. "No need."

The next instant, Gu Xiao kicked Hill down and planted a foot on him.

Before Hill could even register what had happened, his face was ground hard against the pavement.

He slowly raised both hands. "No, baby, I was only joking."

This beauty was far too fiery.

Being trampled underfoot should clearly have felt humiliating, but Hill's adrenaline surged in an instant instead.

So fiery. I want to conquer him.

He struggled to get up, only to be stomped back down.

Gu Xiao said coldly, "Did I give you permission to get up?"

"Oh, no, darling." This little bit of force couldn't hurt Hill at all; he was merely annoyed that his clothes had gotten dirty. "You shouldn't do this."

Gu Xiao thought this blue-haired man was far too noisy.

"Shut up!"

Thoroughly irritated, Gu Xiao put force into a kick at his pressure point and knocked him unconscious.

Fu Huai said, "...A-Xiao, be careful. Don't kill him."

"Don't worry. I know my limits."

What he called knowing his limits meant kicking the other man in the temple.

Had the force been off by even the slightest fraction, the Aisili Family would have had to hold a funeral for one of their heirs.

A-Xiao really was as savage as he was beautiful.

Gu Xiao kicked the blue-haired man sprawled limply on the ground aside in disgust.

"Gu Xiao" had a face identical to his own. He had thought that, given "Gu Xiao's" identity and standing, no one would dare provoke him.

He hadn't expected one crop of fools unafraid of death after another.

They kept rushing up like mad to court death!

During the apocalypse, he had received no shortage of malice for wearing this face-only more.

The early days had been especially difficult.

Even after he became an assassin whose very name struck terror into the major bases, there were still people unafraid of death who wanted to provoke him.

He knew all too well how to torment someone without killing them.

It had been fine during the apocalypse. In an age when order had collapsed, no one would judge him, whatever he did.

Not now.

"A-Xiao, do you think Feng Ji will win?"

Fu Huai likewise turned a blind eye to Hill lying unconscious on the ground. Since A-Xiao said he wouldn't die, he trusted A-Xiao.

"No idea," Gu Xiao said casually. "If he can't win, there's still me."

Although Feng Ji had a sweet, adorable baby face, he loved all kinds of extreme sports.

This mountain road was even a gift Feng Ji had given himself for his eighteenth birthday.

Gu Xiao had little interest in this sort of speed and adrenaline.

But if he raced, he would win.

A confident A-Xiao was very charming.

Fu Huai reached out and removed a fallen leaf from Gu Xiao's shoulder.

"A-Xiao, I believe in you."

As for Feng Ji... Fu Huai lowered his eyes and tugged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze playful.

Even just to get A-Xiao into a racing suit, Feng Ji wouldn't let himself win.

Half an hour later, a purple sports car pulled up arrogantly half a meter from Gu Xiao.

A high-speed gust swept past, making his coat flap loudly. Gu Xiao merely narrowed his eyes, not moving an inch.

It was Shelley Aisili's car.

Feng Ji's silver sports car also rolled to a leisurely stop behind it.

Shelley slammed his car door arrogantly and walked straight toward Gu Xiao.

"Gu Xiao, I won."

This purple-haired man looked considerably more proper than his younger brother.

"Is that so?" Gu Xiao looked only at Feng Ji behind the purple-haired man, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Feng Ji, is this the extent of your ability?"

Feng Ji shrugged helplessly. "Sorry, A-Xiao. The breeze was too light tonight. It made me so sleepy I couldn't pick up speed. I'll be counting on you next, then."

Gu Xiao gave Feng Ji another expressionless look. "Mm."

"Gu Xiao." Shelley's voice suddenly sank as he pointed coldly at Hill. "What happened to my brother?"

Gu Xiao glanced over, his tone calm.

"Oh, this? He accidentally fell under my foot just now and nearly tripped me-"

Fu Huai took off his glasses and gently picked up where Gu Xiao had left off. "Mr. Aisili, your brother is very rude."

"Oh?" Feng Ji mocked. "Sleeping isn't allowed here."

Shelley looked at the three of them and sneered.

Yet he paid no attention to his younger brother lying unconscious on the ground, instead looking coldly at Gu Xiao.

"Your little lackey's skills are pathetic. Now, will this man beside you, who wears glasses despite not being nearsighted, race me, or will you take the field yourself?"

Feng Ji's face darkened at being called a "little lackey."

In truth, he hadn't held back much earlier. He had merely lost focus for a moment at the end, letting this purple-haired man overtake him.

"I'll race you." Gu Xiao took off his coat and tossed it to Fu Huai beside him. "Feng Ji, take me to change into a racing suit."

That bit of displeasure in Feng Ji quickly vanished.

"A-Xiao, let's go!"

Gu Xiao was dressed very casually today, but his waist was still drawn in extremely narrowly. As he lightly lifted those long legs and passed Shelley, an idiom suddenly came to Shelley's mind-

Swaying with grace.

He knew Gu Xiao's pheromones were the fragrance of irises.

This man really was like a flower swaying with grace.

He glanced at his younger brother on the ground and thought expressionlessly that he probably knew why Hill had ended up like this.

He had probably harbored the vain hope of plucking the flower that was Gu Xiao.

This Young Master Gu was no delicate flower.

Watching Gu Xiao's retreating figure, Shelley felt the desire to conquer for the first time.

The future duchess could also be a beautiful, fiery Eastern beauty.

"Mr. Aisili." Fu Huai blocked Shelley's view and offered a friendly reminder. "Are you sure you want to leave your brother in that position?"

Shelley, however, gave a gentlemanly smile. "Mr. Fu, your country has a word for 'host,' doesn't it? In that case, shouldn't you be responsible for looking after my brother?"

Compared with the empty-headed Hill, this Shelley seemed harder to deal with.