The room has floor heating, and the temperature is 20 degrees, the most suitable in winter. It is neither too cold nor too hot to make people feel stuffy.
This temperature made Cheng Ji feel painful. The sudden change of cold and heat made his subcutaneous blood vessels and nerve endings that had been frozen begin to stretch. The stretching made the blood flow smoothly, and the smooth flow made the blood feel itchy and even soft.
He felt so weak that he wanted to just lie down and take a nap, but he couldn't because he heard scolding coming from the living room.
That was Shen Zimo's voice, full of fear and intermittent.
Cheng Ji bent down, closed his eyes, supported his knees with his hands and adjusted his breathing. His thick eyelashes, which were as thick as fly legs, trembled constantly. He decided to give himself thirty seconds to rest.
… It’s only thirty seconds, nothing serious should happen over there.
He counted the seconds silently in his mind. When the time was up, he suddenly opened his eyes and walked towards the living room, his dark and bright pupils filled with murderous intent.
A fight of unequal strength was going on in the living room, and no one noticed his arrival.
The slippery man who spoke in a greasy tone was no longer in the room. Only Qi Beisong and Shen Zimo were left.
Qi Beisong was neat and tidy, except that his hair was a little messy. Shen Zimo huddled in the corner with tears in his eyes.
Qi Beisong stood astride his body, his head lowered, his chest heaving, and his gloomy face expressionless.
You could see that he was angry, the kind of anger that a man who had always been high and mighty felt when being provoked and resisted, to the point that he lost his mind and couldn't control his strength, like a scumbag.
He stared at Shen Zimo at his feet like a bloodthirsty beast, his chest filled with desire to abuse him.
"What did you scold me for?" he asked slowly.
"I scolded you..." Shen Zimo said, "I scolded you. A gentleman should use words instead of fists. Why do you treat me like this? I just came to give you wine..."
"It's too late." Qi Beisong said, "Think before you speak, don't let your words get out and you can't take them back."
He stretched out his hand and pinched Shen Zimo's chin with enough force to crush the bones.
Suddenly, Cheng Ji flashed out from behind him, swung a vase and smashed it on the back of his head, then grabbed his shoe and hit him on the head several times with bangs!
"Think about it!" Cheng Ji cursed softly, "Who is the target audience of this book?"
The European-style vase was placed on the table next to the sofa for decoration. Cheng Ji had just passed by there. In fact, he thought it would be best if he had a toilet plunger in his hand at this moment, so that he could directly plunge it into Qi Beisong's face and let the garbage taste the sewer smell that suited him best.
Qi Beisong fell to the ground, with half of his body pressing heavily on Shen Zimo, who screamed.
Cheng Ji hurried forward, grabbed with his right hand, and made a standard "stop" gesture while moving forward, signaling him to be quiet.
Keep quiet! He mouthed to Shen Zimo.
Shen Zimo was stunned due to excessive shock. Cheng Ji patted his tear-stained face twice and asked silently: Can you hear me
After several seconds, Shen Zimo finally nodded.
Cheng Ji expressed his satisfaction, turned over Qi Beisong's big pancake, and pulled Shen Zimo up.
Now follow my instructions, Cheng Ji signaled.
Shen Zimo stood up tremblingly and nodded again.
There is a situation to report, Cheng Ji said again.
"Yes." Shen Zimo agreed.
Cheng Ji said: Put on your clothes first.
Shen Zimo then began to button his shirt, but his hands were shaking so badly that he was completely out of control.
Cheng Ji waved for him to come over and bent down to button the few remaining buttons of his shirt for him.
Through his tearful eyes, Shen Zimo saw that the other person had several fresh wounds on his hands. The tips of his ten fingers were still bluish-white from the cold and were trembling, but he was trying hard to control it.
"Your knee is hurt," he said tremblingly.
Cheng Ji glanced down and saw bloodstains. He opened and closed his lips and said: It's okay, I hit it on the wall.
After putting on his clothes, he patted Shen Zimo on the shoulder and gestured: Let's go!
He turned into the master bedroom, pulled off the large bed sheet in the master bedroom, then pulled down the bed sheet in the guest bedroom, and quickly tied the two sheets together diagonally, one end tied around Shen Zimo's waist and the other end tied around his own waist.
After confirming that everything was in place, he took Shen Zimo into the master bedroom bathroom, pointed at the open window and said, "Let's climb down, you first and I'll go later."
Here he could speak quietly because there were several walls between them and no one in the corridor outside could hear him.
"Climb down?" Shen Zimo asked in confusion. His voice was hoarse from the shock he had just received.
Cheng Ji looked outside and said, "This is only the third floor, and the window sill is less than ten meters from the ground. You don't have the courage to do it, do you? Besides, I'm holding your hand."
"I… I haven't tried."
"Then let's try it." Cheng Ji said.
Shen Zimo looked at him and saw that he was quite determined and didn't seem to be joking, so he trembled while mustering up the courage to climb out of the windowsill.
"Put your foot on that stone flower." Cheng Ji patted the back of his hand and reminded him, "Run quickly after you get off it, don't worry about anything else."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me."
"Who are you?" Shen Zimo asked, "Why did you save me?"
Cheng Ji tilted his head and said, "I told you not to bother with me. I am insignificant, and there is no need to know me anyway."
"You just knocked him out, there won't be any consequences, right?"
"Won't."
"That person seems to be very powerful..."
"We'll talk later if you have anything to say! Be careful and get off quickly!" Cheng Ji shouted.
After being yelled at by Cheng Ji, Shen Zimo immediately crawled down obediently, his movements as clumsy as those of all untrained people.
As Cheng Ji moved, he gradually lowered the bed sheet, and gradually felt the weight dragging on his waist.
Although Shen Zimo was thin, he was a man after all. Soon Cheng Ji was pushed half a meter toward the window by him. He had to stand on one foot and press the other foot tightly against the wall to avoid being pulled down by him.
Suddenly he remembered something and said to the window: "Hey, waiter!"
Shen Zimo responded: "What?"
Cheng Ji said, "If you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, you must learn to read people's expressions. It's okay to suffer a little loss from words. Do you understand?"
Shen Zimo tilted his head, his lips trembling slightly, and said nothing.
Cheng Ji smiled and said, "You should go home early. Remember not to come to places like this in the future. There are no good people here."
"... Not coming anymore." Shen Zimo said.
Cheng Ji calmed himself and continued to do auxiliary work. He found that Shen Zimo climbed much slower than he had expected, and he became increasingly anxious.
Sure enough, just when he leaned his head out again to see if Shen Zimo had landed, a swift fist blew from behind his head.
Cheng Ji tilted his body and Qi Beisong's first punch missed.
The other party turned around, furious, and immediately threw a second punch.
Cheng Ji felt that he could not hold Shen Zimo hanging any longer, so he dodged while untying the restraints around his waist. It was only a few meters high anyway, so even if someone slipped and fell, he would not die, and there was a snowy lawn below.
He threw away the bed sheet and turned to face Qi Beisong.
Qi Beisong also threw off his shirt, his eyes were spitting fire, his jaw muscles were clenched, and his handsome face was a little distorted.
"Fight?" Cheng Ji asked him.
Qi Beisong's expression was as if someone had stuffed a mouth full of flies into his mouth, and he had to look directly at those disgusting insects. Fortunately, he could choose not to speak.
Seeing that the other party was determined to fight, Cheng Ji flexed his fingers, took off the two worthless thin rings on his fingers and threw them out of the window, saying: "These two are made of metal after all, I'm afraid they will cut you, so I won't take advantage of them."
Qi Beisong sneered, took off his watch and threw it away. The watch, which was probably worth up to one million yuan, hit the marble floor directly. It can be seen that he was really angry and he was confident that he could deal with Cheng Ji within five seconds.
He was well trained, with beautiful muscle groups all over his body, tight chest and abdomen, strong shoulders and arms, and long, straight legs.
But Cheng Ji was not worried, because from the two punches just now, Qi Beisong only had fighting posture, but no actual combat experience, probably no one really dared to fight him. Besides, he had so many bodyguards, so there was no need for him to do it himself.
And Cheng Ji has fought against all kinds of human-shaped muscle blocks, such as those who focus on military and police fighting, such as masters of Sanda, those who have learned traditional martial arts such as Wing Chun, such as flexible and fierce Muay Thai practitioners, and even a Russian soldier who just retired from active service.
However, he suffered a great loss during the sparring with the Russian military officer. Although it was just a friendly match and the opponent did not try his best, he still suffered a rib sprain. After returning home, even breathing was painful for two weeks. He had to speak softly and slowly, and dared not run, breathe or laugh loudly. His brothers called him Xi Shi to their faces because he always held his chest with a sad look on his face.
Cheng Ji thought, now you are stronger than me in terms of physical fitness, but I have experience and you don’t, so we are even.
"Come on," he said, his tone calm.
However, in the first round, he was almost hit by Qi Beisong's fist. It was all because of the fishnet socks on his feet, which slipped on the tiles!
Cheng Ji lost his balance and slid to the side, kneeling on one knee. Just as he stood up, he slipped and fell again, letting out an embarrassed "ah".
The opponent's flustered behavior gave Qi Beisong the illusion of victory. He laughed cruelly, and his mind automatically shortened the time to knock down Cheng Ji to three seconds.
But Cheng Ji had already found a gap and squeezed out of the bathroom, his feet landing lightly on the carpet in the master bedroom.
"That doesn't count, let's try again!" he said.
Qi Beisong couldn't wait for him to announce the rules, so he took a few quick steps and caught up with him with another punch.
I thought Cheng Ji would fall down soon, but I didn't expect that the man just pushed him lightly and his fist was deflected.
Then Cheng Ji pushed his forehead back with one hand and held his elbow with the other hand at a dizzying speed. As soon as his head returned to its original position, the other party's hand slid along his forearm and grabbed his wrist, turning it and twisting it at the same time!
Before he knew what was happening, his right arm was twisted behind his back. When he felt the severe pain, he fell face first to the ground in a cowardly manner.
"I won!" Cheng Ji pressed on his back and said, "Do you accept it? My big money sponsor!"