"System, can you get me a car?"
"You can make an appointment online, there should be a car by now."
"Do you think this is an urban area? I have an appointment, but no one picks up. Do you have any good ideas?"
"How about...you run over?" the system tentatively asked.
Yu Qingyu looked around and walked into a small alley. After a while, a white dog rushed out of it. The speed of the dog was faster than that of a car.
He had forgotten that he was a demon now, and his speed would not be much slower than a car.
If I knew it earlier, I would have just driven away, and I wasted a fart of time to take a taxi.
"Junior brother, is it okay for us to bring people back like this?"
Hou Qianhong drove the car so fast that it was about to fly, "What's the problem, isn't this the person the higher-ups want?"
The round-faced man looked at Yan Luoning who was tied into a rice dumpling, "I mean, is the method a bit too drastic?"
"Wait until he agrees to go to Kyoto. The day lily will be cold? Besides, do you think this person is willing to cooperate with us? Can it be resolved without violence?"
The round-faced man sighed, "We have already achieved the desired result, and we can tell the higher-ups that we don't need to take him back."
"Just in case, I don't like leaving future troubles when I do things."
"Oh, forget it, I won't say anything, I'm just afraid that your too direct temper will suffer in the future."
Hou Qianhong patted his waist, "Who dares to do anything to me, and ask me if I agree to the gun in my hand!"
The car was driving on the highway, and there was hardly any sound except the sound of the car. The round-faced man was a little drowsy, but he still dutifully accompanied Hou Qianhong, just in case something happened to him if he lost his mind.
"Huh? Junior brother, slow down, there is someone in front." The round-faced man suddenly called out.
"Didi..." Hou Wanwan honked the horn twice, Yu Qingyu stood still in front of the car, the headlights made him unable to open his eyes.
"This person is looking for death!" Hou Qianhong slowed down, glanced at the rearview mirror, and was about to change lanes.
How could Yu Qingyu let him go, and ran to another driveway under the strong light, dragging a medicine pestle in his hand.
Screaming brakes sounded, and the car stopped half a meter away from Yu Qingyu.
"Junior Brother, don't you think it's weird that a person appeared on the highway in the middle of the night?" The round-faced man said with some doubts.
Hou Qianhong sneered, with a bit of sarcasm on his gloomy face, "Do you want to call him a ghost?"
"Hehe... I didn't say that, it's just... the appearance of this person is too strange."
Hou Qianhong turned on the car with double flashes, took out his gun and got out of the car, "Are you courting death?"
Yu Qingyu's face is cold at the moment, dare to touch his boyfriend, are you ready to die
He took a few steps forward, the pestle was dragged on the ground and sparks splashed, "I think it's you who want to die!"
Hou Qianhong's complexion changed, and he immediately fired. "Bang" Yu Qingyu dodged the bullet, and threw the pestle out, and the bullet hit the ground, causing a burst of sparks.
A muffled groan sounded, and Hou Qianhong fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Bang" another gunshot sounded, Yu Qingyu looked at the bullet that was half buried in his clothes, waved his hand and the bullet flew back along the original trajectory.
"Ah!" The round-faced man screamed, his wrist was dripping with blood, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked up the gun with his other hand, only to find that a white sneaker was stepped on the gun.
Before he could raise his head, a heavy weight fell on his shoulders, the weight almost crushed his bones, and he couldn't exert all his strength.
(end of this chapter)