City of Streamer

It should be mine. The elder brother also said that my father has always cared about me and my mommy. He must be very happy to see me! "

Meng Jiu was like a child who was about to eat ice cream, with a look of longing, pushing her wheelchair around the room. However, Feng Shizhen felt that the coldness was pressing on him from all directions. The hand that was holding her neck was changed to a rope, which was wrapped around her neck and dragged her whole body into the crack in the ground.

Meng Xian didn't care about the golden unicorn, the son of Lao Shi. He didn't care whether Rong Dingkun would bow his head and apologize to him.

He just wanted to kill Rong Jiashang!

He wanted to kill the eldest son he valued most in front of Rong Dingkun, in order to give Rong Dingkun the heaviest blow and the cruelest revenge!

What could be more devastating than killing a man's most important son?

Kill his young, handsome and talented adult son, and give him a crippled, mad son. Let him know how much sin he committed eighteen years ago!

And Meng Xian has gone crazy for revenge! He has no principles, he just wants to be happy, and he doesn't hesitate to kill innocent people.

Yes, Rong Jia is the son of Rong Dingkun. But how innocent is he to atone for his father's sins as a child? What is wrong with him in this matter?

Even if you want to talk about the father's debt and the son's repayment, isn't it enough for Rong Jia to meet her Feng Shizhen? Why hurt his life?

Feng Shizhen was furious, grabbed a stool and slammed it on the door. The stool was torn apart, but the door remained motionless.

Feng Shizhen's eyes were red, his hair was loose and he didn't care, and trapped beasts generally swirled around the room.

The windows were too small, with iron railings, and she couldn't break the glass to warn the people downstairs. In the hall, singing and dancing were peaceful, and even if she smashed and smashed wildly in the room, she might not be able to hear any sound outside. If she wanted to go out, the only way out was the door. The door was locked from the outside.

Thinking of this, Feng Shizhen turned his head and stared at Meng Jiu who was talking to himself, and asked, "Your elder brother left you, what if you get sick?"

Meng Jiu said, "The bodyguard has medicine in his hand. Besides, I'll be obedient. I can't scare my father, or he won't recognize me."

"But the key was taken away by your elder brother." Feng Shizhen said.

"No." Meng Jiu stared at Feng Shizhen and smiled slyly, "I still have a handful in my hand. Miss Feng, guess where I hid it?"

When the whole o'clock rang suddenly, like a heavy hammer on Feng Shizhen's head. A fine layer of cold sweat oozes from her back, and she looks almost desperately at the light-filled colored window.

The light stabbed her eyes sore and swollen, and cold sweat slid down the back of her neck, as if a cold snake had sneaked into her clothes, bringing the breath of death.

With the sound of the bell, the guests in the hall spontaneously gathered towards the auction table again.

Rong Jia glanced sideways at Meng Xian, who was standing alone, and then swept around, but did not see that Qianli figure. His brow furrowed slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The host's enthusiastic voice resounded throughout the hall, "Now we will auction the most high-profile and most expensive treasures in our charity auction—"

Masao Hashimoto was very curious about this last auction item, and he couldn't help but take a small step forward.

"—Warring States Golden Kylin!"

The red silk was suddenly lifted, and in the square glass box, a small and exquisite golden unicorn sat on the red velvet cloth, exuding a dazzling and almost coquettish light under the bright light.

The expressions of the Hashimoto family suddenly changed. Taiyi Hashimoto's eyes were good, and he saw the golden unicorn from far away, stood up suddenly in surprise, and immediately covered his chest again. Rong Fanglin was startled and hurriedly supported him.

"This..." Rong Dingkun looked over in confusion and asked in a low voice, "President Hashimoto, this golden unicorn was donated by you anonymously?"

"No!" Masa Hashimoto gritted his teeth, "Could it be that there are two golden unicorns?"

"I haven't heard of it." Rong Dingkun said, "I have been looking for this golden unicorn for so many years, but I have never heard anyone say that this is a pair."

"It doesn't look like a pair." Rong Jiashang said softly, "The two golden unicorns in the stands are exactly the same as the one in the hands of President Hashimoto, and their heads are turned to the right. If they are a pair, they should be facing the left. ."

Masami Hashimoto and Rong Dingkun looked at each other.

The master of ceremonies is showing the certificates issued by several authoritative antique appraisers on the stage, proving that this golden unicorn is genuine.

Mrs. Rong couldn't help but murmured: "If this is true, then President Hashimoto's..."

Rong Dingkun hurriedly grabbed his wife and comforted Hashimoto Zhengsan: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't do it right. Jiashang, you go to the auction, take this golden unicorn first, and don't let it fall into the hands of others."

Rong Jia responded and said to the flustered Hashimoto, "Don't worry Shibo, since your golden unicorn is still in your house, then this may be a counterfeit. Since I published the newspaper, I have not Rare imitations."

This statement made Hashimoto Masanori even more worried. He wouldn't just take out the golden unicorn and play with it. The last time he saw it was when the Rong family came to visit. For more than half a month, the golden unicorns have been kept in the safe. Although the safe is a German product, the world is always one foot higher than the devil, and it is difficult to guard against internal ghosts without outside thieves. Who can say that no thieves can open it?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Hashimoto felt. He hurriedly called his second son and said, "Hurry up and bring someone back to see if the golden unicorn at home is still there? Hurry up!"

Hashimoto Ershao bowed, turned his head and ran away.

Rong Dingkun and Rong Jiashang quickly exchanged glances. An unremarkable male guest quietly followed Hashimoto Ershao.

"Big brother!" Hashimoto Shiori suddenly whispered and ran towards Hashimoto Taichi.

"Don't panic, eldest brother brought medicine." Hashimoto Shiori comforted the panicked Rong Fanglin, touched Taichi Hashimoto's body, took out the medicine bottle from his breast pocket, poured two, Feed him.

"Did you get scared just now? Don't worry, it's definitely not the golden unicorn from our family!" Mrs. Tanaka helped her son to sit down distressedly, "If you take the medicine, don't move around, just relax and talk about it."

Taichi Hashimoto was being tortured by the pain, his face was black and blue, he couldn't speak, and there was cold sweat on his forehead and cheeks. Mrs. Rong looked at Zhidao pitifully, then turned her head and gave Rong Dingkun a fierce look to show her determination not to marry a daughter and enter the Hashimoto's house.

Hashimoto Shiori had red eyes, holding Rong Fanglin with a sad face, looking like his elder brother was worried. Rong Jiashang looked coldly for a moment, heard that the auction was about to start, and walked away. #####

one hundred and nine

At the same time, Feng Shi was rummaging around in the house like crazy.

Meng Jiu listened to the movement outside while watching Feng Shizhen rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house with relish.

This room is only about 20 square meters in size, and the furnishings are extremely simple, just a few tables and chairs. Feng Shizhen was just rummaging, knowing that Meng Jiu wouldn't put the key anywhere he could find it. Although this young man is mentally abnormal, he is not a fool. Meng Xian's raised nephew, even if he is a lunatic, is also a smart lunatic.

"You can't find it!" Meng Jiuguo said with a smile, "Big brother told me not to give it to you."

"On you?" Feng Shizhen asked, "Don't think I dare not search your body."

"Not here." Meng Jiu shook his head, "You'll never find it, don't waste your efforts. The auction is about to start. Will Miss Feng come with me to watch it? Guess who will capture this golden unicorn? "

Who is the final winner?

Meng Xian's message before he left resounded in Feng Shizhen's mind. She suddenly realized that Meng Xian would choose when to assassinate Rong Jia.

Feng Shizhen strode forward, grabbed Meng Jiu's collar, and pulled the boy's thin body over.

"How will you give me the key?"

Meng Jiu excitedly stared at Feng Shizhen's beautiful but angry face, giggled, tilted her head and said, "You are so beautiful. I will ask my elder brother to make you a model for me, and I will draw you every day, okay?"

Feng Shizhen let go, Meng Jiu fell back into the wheelchair, and continued to look at her with a smile.

"...Everyone must be ready. Now, let's enter the official auction session..."

The weird portraits in Meng Jiu's studio flashed in Feng Shizhen's mind.

The imprisoned woman, a pale, haggard, morbid woman, a woman full of hatred in her eyes... The crushed, withered petals in the woman's hand.

Carnations, flowers for mother...

"This auction item starts at 100,000 yuan. All guests are invited to bid!"

"One hundred thousand one!"

"The Mr. No. 3 bid is in case, who else will offer a higher price?"

"One hundred and two." Someone shouted immediately.

Because the reserve price is too high, the competition for Golden Kirin is not very enthusiastic. Hashimoto had no time to take care of him. Although Rong Jiashang turned back, he was not too busy to take action. It seemed that he still had doubts about the authenticity of this golden unicorn.

Standing in the back row of the crowd, Meng Xian glanced sideways at a place on the second floor.

In the dark room, a man in black with a sniper rifle was half-kneeling behind the window. The dark barrel with the muffler slowly stretched out from the window. In the front sight is Rong Jiashang's handsome, indifferent and arrogant profile.

A loud slap sounded in the closed room.

Meng Jiu was knocked to the ground, her atrophied legs curled up in embarrassment, her body trembling. There was a palm print on his pale face, and his eyes were full of horror, like a puppy under a butcher's knife.

"It's all your fault!" Feng Shizhen looked down at the boy on the ground viciously, cursing and roaring in the most vicious tone she could pretend, trying her best to imitate the sick and crazy woman in Meng Jiu's painting .

"You're a monster! You ruined me! Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now! It's all your fault!"

She pounced, ironically thumping and shoving the boy who had been scared out of his mind.

"Go to hell! You shouldn't have been born! Why didn't you die?"

She controlled the strength, but she didn't really hurt anyone. However, language is the most powerful weapon of injury, such as a sharp knife cutting through Meng Jiu's disguised face.

Under her shove, the boy trembled like he had a fever, his eyes widened and bloodshot. Feng Shizhen knew that his guess was right, so he turned his heart and grabbed Meng Jiu's neck with both hands.

"go to hell!"

"150,000! Mr. No. 20 offered 150,000. Is there anything higher?"

Rong Jia finally raised the number plate, "160,000."

10,000 yuan in one go. Rong Jiashang's second success today caused an uproar in the audience.

The host shouted excitedly: "Mr. No. 7 is asking for 160,000..."

"170,000." Meng Xian raised the sign and smiled gracefully.

Rong Jia turned his head to the side, glanced at Meng Xian, and raised the number plate again.

"180,000!"

"Mommy, don't!"

Meng Jiu burst into tears.

"No, Mommy! I was wrong! I don't dare anymore! Mommy!"

Meng Jiu cried and struggled, holding her skinny arms in front of her face, trying to protect herself in panic.

Seeing this, Feng Shizhen couldn't help but feel distressed for a while, pinched Meng Jiu's hand and relaxed, gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Do you know that you are wrong?"

Meng Jiu nodded with tears in her eyes, curled up and grabbed Feng Shizhen's skirt like a puppy about to be abandoned.

"I was wrong, Mommy, I don't dare anymore! Don't hit me, I'll be obedient! I'll be obedient!"

Feng Shizhen closed his eyes in discomfort and let go.

"You know where you went wrong?"

Meng Jiu sobbed and shook his head blankly. His expression was exactly the same as that of a four or five year old child. Or perhaps, living in this young man's body will always be this terrified and pitiful child.

"You hid the key." Feng Shizhen said, "Mummy wants to go out, where did you hide the key?"

Meng Jiu shivered, looking at Feng Shizhen with some uncertainty.

Feng Shizhen's expression suddenly became extremely gentle, and he even reached out and stroked the boy's trembling shoulders and cold face.

"Mommy can go out after you get the key. Mommy will take you out with you. Let's find Daddy, okay?"

Meng Jiu's eyes lit up, "Really? Let's go find Daddy?"

"Yes." Feng Shizhen said softly, "You are so good, Daddy must be very happy to see you. Tell Mommy, where did you hide the key?"

Meng Jiu squinted like a cat being petted, raised his finger and pointed to a corner of the wall where the wooden floor was loose.

"250,000." Rong Jiashang said again, calmly and calmly.

The onlookers were a little dumbfounded. Two hundred and fifty thousand can buy a large piece of land in the busy city of Shanghai, but the eldest young master of the Rong family is willing to exchange it for such a little golden unicorn that is not as big as a fist. Even if it is a national treasure, it cannot be eaten or used, and even if it looks good at home, it is afraid of attracting thieves.

But obviously Meng Xian and Rong Jia got on the kong, and immediately raised their cards: "280,000!"

"300,000!" Rong Jiashang shouted after him.

"Is your son crazy?" Mrs. Rong was about to faint, her hands tightly pinching Rong Dingkun's arm.

"Don't make trouble." Rong Dingkun endured the pain, "What do you women know?"

"He doesn't own the money in our family alone!" Mrs. Rong said angrily, "There are so many children down there, aren't they your own?"

Rong Dingkun couldn't make sense with her, so he simply ignored it. Mrs. Rong was so angry that she didn't dare to make trouble in public, so she almost had a heart attack.

Feng Shizhen broke the wooden floor with force, and his fingers with cracked nails left bloodstains on the wooden floor. She took a deep breath and picked up a key from below.

Meng Jiu watched her every move with trembling fear and yearning in her eyes. Perhaps in his memory, there were too few moments when his biological mother was gentle to him, and while he enjoyed it, it felt a little unreal.

Feng Shizhen looked at him with pity and sighed.

"You... very good." After she finished speaking, a knife slashed behind Meng Jiu's head.

The bodyguards who were instructed to guard outside the door had long been instructed by Meng Xu'an not to open the door no matter what happened inside. So when Feng Shizhen smashed the door and Jiu Shao cried, he didn't move.

Unexpectedly, the door opened by itself.

Feng Shizhen ran out with his hair disheveled, as if he couldn't see the bodyguard's robbery, and shouted in a panic, "Jiu Shao fainted and foamed at the mouth! I can't feel his pulse! You go and get a western doctor. !"

The bodyguard looked around suspiciously, and really saw Meng Jiu falling to the ground without knowing anything about it. Jiu Shao was much more important than Feng Shizhen, and the bodyguard rushed in to check.

As soon as he ran to Meng Jiu's side, the door behind him slammed and closed tightly.

Feng Shizhen lost the key and ran towards the stairs while the door slammed.

The end of the corridor was bright, like the rays of light breaking through the clouds, warm and warm, shining in the woman's clear eyes like autumn water, and the fine sweat on her cheeks like morning dew.

Feng Shizhen's leather shoes made rapid footsteps and ran towards the bright place.

"380,000! Mr. No. 7 paid 380,000. Are there any higher ones?" The host's excited voice had changed.

Meng Xuan's face was as calm as water, he put down the number plate amid the discussion, and bowed slightly towards Rong Jia.

"Three hundred and eighty thousand once!"

"Three hundred and eighty thousand twice!"

"Three hundred and eighty thousand, the deal! Congratulations to Mr. Rong, No. 7!"

Rong Jiashang showed an indifferent smile in the tidal wave of congratulations, as if he did not have the excitement and pride of buying a small antique with a lot of money. The emcee invited him to the stage, and when he passed by Meng Xu'an, he shook hands with him.

"Thank you Boss Meng for your humility."

"You're welcome." Meng Xian said, "In short, everything will be returned to the original owner, right?"

"Definitely." Rong Jia entered. After adjusting her tie, she walked to the auction stage with the graceful emcee of ceremonies.

Feng Shizhen ran down the stairs amid the noise.

Her steps are light, her figure is agile, her loose curly hair is flying high, and her whole person exudes an aura of arrogance and recklessness, like a moth desperately rushing towards the fire.

Meng Xian's sinister smile froze with her appearance. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a sinister color, and immediately turned his head and made a gesture diagonally upward. On the raised arm, the watch reflected a rather dazzling light.

Feng Shizhen couldn't see anyone else in his eyes. She pushed hard to push away the guests who were blocking her way, and rushed towards the auction floor like a maddened voice amidst all the complaints.

Rong Jiashang watched in astonishment as she ran straight towards her, his eyes met, and the hand that was going to pick up the golden unicorn box turned to the body that was pounced on her.

The dark golden skirt fluttered in the air, drawing a splendid streamer that flashed dazzlingly.

In the uproar, Feng Shizhen threw Rong Jiashang onto the stage.

Snapped-

The box containing the golden unicorn burst suddenly, and the glass dross splashed out!

Miss Emcee raised her hand to cover her chest, but bright red blood rushed out of her fingers. With confusion on her beautiful and immature face, she staggered two steps and fell down in front of everyone's eyes.

"Ah—kill—"

Meng Xian raised his hand fiercely, raised his five fingers, and made a downward slashing gesture.

Frightened screams resounded throughout the hall, and gunshots rang out again, opening the curtain of a midnight assassination. #####

One hundred ten

As a man who grew up in a military academy, Rong Jiashang has an extraordinary sensitivity to the sounds of guns. The sharp whistle of the bullet passing through the muffler was instantly caught by Rong Jiashang's ears.

The well-trained body immediately responded. At the moment when the glass box burst, Rong Jia rolled over and fell on Feng Shizhen, blocking the splashing glass scum. Immediately after that, he rolled her on the spot and rolled over from the other side of the ceremony table.

The scene was chaotic, the guests fled in panic, the tables and chairs overturned, and there were screams and howls of ghosts and wolves everywhere.

Feng Shizhen was dizzy, and as soon as his feet landed, he was pulled up by Rong Jia again and ran wildly all the way.

A waiter suddenly lifted the plate and showed the shell gun in his hand. He ignored the fleeing guests in front of him and pulled the trigger in the direction of Rong Jia.

As soon as a young female guest ran in front of Feng Shizhen, she shook her head sharply, a **** bullet hole appeared on her brow, and she fell to the ground.

No matter how mentally prepared Feng Shizhen was, he was so frightened that he screamed in horror. He couldn't believe that Meng Xu'an's people would assassinate the innocent.

The assassin knew Feng Shizhen and hesitated for a while before he dared to shoot. Rong Jiashang took the opportunity to rush up and pounce on the person, punching him on the temple, knocking him out to death.

Feng Shizhen has recovered and realized that things have deteriorated to the point where he can't even estimate. She rushed forward and pulled up Rong Jiashang, who was still filling his fists, and dragged him into the dark corridor.

"Wait a minute." Rong Jiashang suddenly grabbed Feng Shizhen.

"What?" Feng Shizhen looked around vigilantly.

Rong Jia clasped Feng Shizhen on the back of his head, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips heavily.

This kiss is like a comet colliding in the sky, blasting the splendid stars in the sky; it is like a sweet spring moistening the earth, full of unspeakable joy and gratitude, and love that can no longer be suppressed.

The arrogant tongue broke in and swept her mouth wantonly, like a madman, completely controlling her body and plundering her mind. Feng Shizhen was pushed back by Rong Jia, his pupils shrunk fiercely, as if his soul was captured by this kiss, his eyes were distracted.

The timing was not right, Rong Jia only kissed fiercely and greedily, and parted unwillingly.

He gasped, tried his best to restrain himself, and said against Feng Shizhen's ear, "I really want to have you now!"

Feng Shizhen stared at Rong Jia in shock and annoyance as if he had been splashed with boiling oil.

"I can't let them kill innocent people indiscriminately." Rong Jiashang pushed her deep into the corridor, "You go first."

"Wait!" Feng Shizhen shouted, watching Rong Jiashang turn around and rush towards the chaotic hall.

An assassin collided head-on, raised his gun and pulled the trigger at Rong Jia. Rong Jia ducked sideways, kicked away the gun in the opponent's hand, and quickly grabbed the opponent, pinning him to the ground. He restrained the opponent's neck from behind, and slammed the opponent's head, Junxiu's face suddenly showed a fierce look, and his hands were hard. The sound of the neck snapping and breaking was particularly clear in the narrow corridor, and Feng Shizhen couldn't help shivering.

Rong Jiashang threw the man's limp and lifeless body on the ground, raised his gun with one foot, and turned around suddenly to shoot.

With two bursts, the two assassins who had just rushed into the corridor fell to the ground before they pointed their guns at Rong Jia.

Rong Jia glanced at the ground with a grim expression on his face, and then rushed into the crowd fleeing like headless flies.

Feng Shizhen followed closely, and when he passed the three corpses, he couldn't help staggering.

Of the two people who were shot, one had his left eye exploded, and the other was right between his eyebrows, and the shocked expression on his face froze at the last moment.

This is the first time Feng Shizhen has seen Rong Jiashang's skills, especially his marvelous marksmanship, and his decisive killing. When she thought she had seen every aspect of this man, he showed an almost terrifying new face.

Rong Jiashang was like a cheetah rushing into the crowd, and his figure was like a flickering shadow. Running, jumping, defending and attacking, all actions are done in one go without any hesitation. He is quite agile, and his posture of raising his legs and sweeping is arrogant. With invincible strength and domineering, he can kick opponents out in one fell swoop. As soon as the Meng family's assassin met him, he was shot down and had little power to fight back.

Meng Xu'an didn't know where to hide, but all the people he had arranged for a long time uncovered their disguise and chased after Rong Jia.

Rong Jia is not interested in fighting. He knocked down several assassins blocking the way in one breath, and then rushed down the stairs in the hall to the second floor. Halfway through the run, he put his hand to his lips and blew a whistle.

The whistle sounded louder and louder in the whole room, causing many people to look up.

"Here it is!" The young man's handsome and bright face faced the light, his teeth were white, and he smiled recklessly, and sneered at the assassin who was searching for him below.

He turned and ran upstairs, bullets chasing him on the red-carpeted steps.

Meng Xian really ordered to take Rong Jiashang's life directly, and had no intention of capturing him at all.

The gunshots rang out, and the frightened crowd hugged and stomped each other, screaming and screaming. Feng Shizhen was blocked by the crowd, so he had to watch several assassins chase Rong Jia up to the second floor.

As soon as she turned her head, she met another group of Meng family thugs who came to support her. The leader is Ma Dagui, who has some friendship with her.

"Is the seventh master crazy?" Feng Shizhen said angrily, "Look at how many innocent people have died here! How does this end?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Ma Dagui sneered, "You betrayed the seventh master, and I am afraid that you will regret not dying today."

Feng Shizhen glared at Ma Dagui, then turned back and ran into the corridor.

Someone to chase. Ma Dagui shouted, "Don't worry about her, go after that kid from the Rong family first!"

Feng Shizhen also expected that those men could not take care of him for the time being. When she followed Meng Xian upstairs, she noticed that there was a side staircase in the southwest corner of the house. She ran up the stairs and was halfway there when she heard a shout from upstairs.

"over there!"

Then there was a thud, and the lights in the building went out.

As if his chest was pierced by a series of bullets, Feng Shizhen shook his body and hurriedly stood up against the wall.

"He's on the third floor!"

"Come on!"

Messy footsteps rumbled and rumbled upstairs. Obviously the killers haven't caught Rong Jia. Feng Shizhen breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the fringed skirt that was in the way, and strode up.

The switch on the second floor was sparkling in the dark, and the air was filled with a scorching smell. The first thing Rong Jia did after going to the second floor was to find the switch, and the second thing was to blow up the switch with two bullets.

The first thing the instructors taught them in street fighting classes at the military academy was that if you were trapped in a relatively confined area, darkness would be better for your actions than light.

When vision is disabled, hearing is exceptionally sensitive. The direction of the gunshots was clearer, and the footsteps were clearer.

In the dimly lit corridor on the third floor, Rong Jiashang shrewdly avoided using the pillars, and when the other party ran by in front of him, he grabbed the other party's neck.

People were quietly brought down and dragged away, and the corridors were empty, as if nothing had happened.

Rong Jia took out a box full of magazines from the man and put them on, his ears discerning the rest of the footsteps.

There are seven people in all... no, eight. Four from the east, three from the north, and one from the south.

Rong Jia held a small glass cup with candy with the size of a fist in his hand, which was the size of a fist. He bent down on his waist and rolled the glass cup forward along the corridor.

"This way!"

Messy gunshots, sparks everywhere. The glass cup was hit, shattered and splattered.

"etc!"

"what?"

The Assassins looked at the wreckage in the dim light.

At this moment, Rong Jia jumped sideways and raised his gun to shoot three times.

The three killers didn't even have time to react, and they all fell to the ground. #####

111

When Rong Jia landed on the ground, he rolled along, dodged the bullets of the killer rushing from the east, and rushed into the other side of the T-shaped corridor.

At this moment, the wind blew the clouds away, and the bright moonlight streamed down, shining in through the wide glass windows of the corridor. The scenery in the corridor was suddenly exposed without any cover.

Rong Jia scolded secretly, and flew towards the window.

Bang—the window pane shattered right before his eyes.

Rong Jiashang pulled away to avoid, but was still scratched by the flying glass fragments.

In the corridor to the south, Meng Xian, holding a smoking revolver, walked over with a smile, aiming the gun at Rong Jia.

Ma Dagui led the rest of the thugs to block the other end of the corridor.

Outside the window hung a long banner with the slogan of the Charity Association, rattling in the wind. Rong Jia had his back against the window, standing in the shadow of the banner, his face obscured. Outside the house, the guests who had escaped were crying and calling on the road. The horns of the cars came one after another, but the police whistle that should have been heard was too late.

Meng Xian really planned everything.

"I underestimated you." Meng Xian sneered and looked at Rong Jia, "If you kill half of my men, you can still escape here. However, the eldest young master of the Rong family was shot and fell to his death. Do you think tomorrow's "Declaration" Using this as a front page headline, what is the effect?"

Rong Jia used the back of his hand to wipe off the blood beads from the wound on his cheek, and grinned, "Meng Xu'an, you're crazy."

"I'm really not crazy." Meng Xian smiled meaningfully and waved his hand, "It's someone else who's crazy."

A bodyguard pushed Meng Jiu who was in a wheelchair and came forward.

Meng Jiu was intimidated by Feng Shizhen, and she still didn't regain her senses. She curled up in a wheelchair and looked thinner and thinner.

Rong Jiashang looked at the boy in confusion. Even if the moonlight flickered, he could see that the outline of the young man was somewhat similar to his own. Combined with the love affair between his father and the eldest Miss Meng family, Rong Jia's eyes showed a clear look.

"Xiao Jiu, come here, I've seen your eldest brother." Meng Xian patted Meng Jiu's face, "Don't you really want to see him?"

Meng Jiu looked at the young man with his back lighted and his face blurred, the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by an uncomfortable frenzy.

"Is that him? Brother, why are you hesitating? Kill him! If he dies, Daddy will like me! Hurry up!"

Rong Jiashang looked at the boy's abnormally insane expression, his back was chilled, and he suddenly understood the profound meaning of Meng Xu'an's sentence "I'm really not crazy".

Meng Xu'an patted Meng Jiu's head soothingly, and said to Rong Jia, "Is it very affectionate when my brothers meet? This is the legacy that Ling Zun left in our Meng family. I have been thinking about finding a suitable one. Take him to Ling Zun on occasion. Do you think it would be better to send him along with your corpse?"

Rong Jiashang sneered: "Kill me, so that such a lunatic can be my father's heir? Haha! Meng Xu'an, it turns out that the whole matter of returning the golden unicorn is just your trap! You have caught the turtle in your urn."

Meng Xu'an smiled politely, just like he was interviewed by a reporter from "Jingbao".

"You're not bad. Someone took a fake golden unicorn for auction, and then sent someone to steal it while the second son of Hashimoto went to check on the golden unicorn. In order to find the things of our Meng family, your father and son, It really took a lot of thought. No wonder I was moved. Come and don’t be indecent. When I send such a big son to your father, he will probably burst into tears with joy. "

Meng Xian raised his gun and aimed at Rong Jia, who had no way to escape, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rong Jiashang greeted him, and suddenly raised a brisk smile.

"The wild species raised outside cannot enter the gate of our Rong's house. Boss Meng is afraid that his efforts will be wasted."

Meng Xu'an was alarmed that something was wrong, and his smile faded. The next moment, there was a feeling of being pressed against a hard object from the back of the head.

Feng Shizhen stepped on the floor with his snow-white feet, held a gun to Meng Xian's head, and took another step forward silently.

"Seventh Master, You Lao put down the gun."

Her voice was clear and gentle, but with unshakable determination.

"Feng Shizhen, are you tired of living?" Ma Dagui shouted, and his men raised their guns at Feng Shizhen.

Meng Xian laughed in a low voice, "Shizhen, I'm still thinking about when you will appear. Why did you take off your shoes? There is glass on the floor, so beware of scratching your feet."

"The glass won't kill anyone, but the gun will not fire." Feng Shizhen said indifferently, pressing the gun to the back of Meng Xian's head, "Seventh Master, please put the gun down."

As soon as it was triggered, Meng Xian's hand holding the gun dropped, and the gun fell to the ground with a bang. Feng Shizhen stared at his head intently and kicked the gun away.

"Put down the guns." Feng Shizhen's voice was not high, but he had an irresistible force. She holds the gun in both hands, and her posture is very standard, and she is obviously not a delicate woman who is overconfident.

Meng Xian winked at Ma Dagui. Ma Dagui waved his hand resentfully, and his men threw the guns on the ground one after another.

"Shizhen." Meng Xu'an raised his hands and sighed softly, "You really disappointed me."

"Either each other." Feng Shizhen said indifferently, "In order to get revenge, the seventh master does not hesitate to kill innocent people. It's really disgusting."

A cloud drifted away, and the moonlight filled the narrow corridor. Rong Jiashang's burning eyes blended with Feng Shizhen's coldness, and it was full of deep meanings that could not be expressed in words.

"Jia Shang, let's go." Feng Shizhen said.

"No." Rong Jia stretched out his hand, "Come here."

Feng Shizhen gritted his teeth.

"Come here, Shizhen." Rong Jiashang said firmly, "I'll take you away."

"You have to think about it, Shizhen." Meng Xu'an smiled, "Does Rong Jia know about you?"

"Shut up!" Feng Shizhen hit Meng Xu'an hard with a gun.

"Ignore him." Rong Jiashang was not influenced by Meng Xian, "Come here and follow me!"

Feng Shizhen's tightly pursed lips trembled, holding Meng Xian with a gun, and walking towards Rong Jiashang step by step.

Meng Xu'an has been cooperating with a smile, no more nonsense.

Rong Jiashang picked up Meng Xian's revolver at his feet, pinned it on his lower back, and then reached out and pulled out a silk handkerchief from Meng Xian's collar pocket, wrapping it around his right palm.

Meng Xu'an looked at him with a half-smile, and suddenly said, "Aren't you curious? What exactly did I use to threaten your father's efforts to find the golden unicorn and return it to me?"

"The shameful things that my father has done for so many years can pile up into a mountain, who cares what kind of handle you use!" Rong Jia said coldly.

Meng Xu'an raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll give you a hint. This matter has something to do with your biological brothers and sisters."

Rong Jia frowned, "I'm the eldest son, and there are no brothers and sisters ahead!"

"That's what your father said?" Meng Xian sneered.

Rong Jia saw that he was pretending to be mysterious and ignored him. He grabbed the banner outside the window with one hand and reached out to Feng Shizhen.

"Come on. Trust me."

Meng Xian turned his attention to Feng Shizhen. Feng Shizhen knew very well that Meng Xu'an was going to talk to disrupt her thoughts, so he pushed him away before he could speak again, fired a shot against his temple, then turned around, and threw himself on Rong Jia like a swallow in the forest. in the arms.

Her golden dress shone in the moonlight like a sunbeam in her arms. Rong Jiashang hugged her tightly, leaned back, and turned out the window. He grabbed the long banner with his silk-wrapped hand, hugged the person in his arms tightly with one hand, and slid down.

Seeing that Meng Xian was fine, Ma Dagui rushed to the window and saw Rong Jiashang and Feng Shizhen embracing and landing on a car parked on the street. He pulled out a gun and wanted to shoot, but Rong Jia pulled Feng Shizhen out of the car and ran across the street.

"Seventh Master, this..." Ma Dagui didn't know what to do.

Meng Xian touched the red skin on his forehead with the gun barrel, his eyes were cloudy, and he said indifferently, "Chase!"

At this time, the outside of the venue was also very chaotic. The guests who escaped from the venue had not dispersed. They were busy looking for relatives and friends, and they were busy looking for drivers and cars. The car from the patrol room drove rampantly, almost hitting people, causing these celebrities and distinguished guests to be reviled again.

Rong Jiashang glanced at Feng Shizhen's bare feet, told her to hide in the shadows, ran to the intersection by herself, grabbed a car and drove over.

The driver chased after him and yelled loudly.

Feng Shizhen jumped into the car, took off the red coral necklace from his neck, and threw it from the window.

"10,000 pieces of coral chain, compensate your employer."

Rong Jia laughed and applauded, stepped on the accelerator with one foot, and the car sped away.

The car had just driven out a block when a black leather car with its headlights flashed aggressively rammed over.

"Be careful!" Feng Shizhen exclaimed.

"Grab it!" Rong Jiashang slammed the steering wheel to the right, and the brake pads made a sharp sound.

The black leather car was in hot pursuit, and someone leaned out of the car window and shot at Rong Jia.

With two loud bangs, the bullet shattered the rear window glass. Rong Jiashang hurriedly pressed Feng Shizhen's head down, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car zigzagged on the road. The pursuers at the back fired again and again, but missed. Fortunately, it was already midnight, and there were almost no pedestrians and vehicles on the road, which gave them the convenience of escaping.

Feng Shizhen hid on the backrest and looked back, "One more car...two cars!"

"Meng Xu'an really made a lot of money." Rong Jiashang's eyes lit up with excitement, and there was a kind of frenzy to meet his opponent, "Okay, let's see what he can do!"

He turned the steering wheel hard to the left, and the car almost flew out, narrowly hitting a telephone pole on the right side of the road. Feng Shizhen was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and even the cry was blocked in his throat. Allow