"To be honest, when you first asked for integrals, I was prepared to bleed heavily. As expected, lowering your expectations makes life full of surprises every day," Luo Jiajun swiftly gave 3 points to Zhao Yan, and the happiness on his face was visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Yan's heart was bleeding, but he still had to smile and say, "Isn't this nonsense? I can't ask for too much either. I see you as a friend, not a money tree."
"Good enough for a friend!" Luo Jiajun praised and then bid farewell, "I still have things to do over there, I'll get going first."
"Okay, take care," Zhao Yan waved with tears.
Goodbye, my lost points.
Luo Jiajun was puzzled: "Why are there tears?"
"I can't bear to part with you," Zhao Yan gritted his teeth.
Luo Jiajun sighed, "I really didn't expect that we just met recently, yet you already see me as so important. From now on, we are brothers!"
With his abundant experience, he could of course see that Zhao Yan's emotions were genuine.
"Good brother!" Zhao Yan wanted to cry even more.
He had missed the opportunity to freeload a lot of points!
10 points! A whole 10 points!
The last time he exchanged with Chen Han, he only earned 10 points!
It was equal to losing a Chen Han!
His big uncle had died, how could he not feel sad?
Luo Jiajun gave him a hug, "Good brother, don't cry. We'll see each other again."
Then he left under Zhao Yan's reluctant gaze.
What Zhao Yan was reluctant to part with was not him.
It was the points on him.
Taking a deep breath to adjust his state, Zhao Yan went to the second floor point mall and bought advanced strengthening potions.
Returning to the liberation era overnight, he only had 2 points left.
Then he left the club.
Back in the car, Zhao Yan took the potion.
The moment the advanced strengthening potion entered his body, it continued to transform him from the inside out. He evolved from top to bottom.
It was like upgrading the hardware and software of a computer.
Previously, he felt that one punch could kill a person.
Now he feels that one punch can kill a cow.
Aspects such as reaction speed, perception, attack power, and defense have been comprehensively upgraded.
"Is this what it feels like to be strong?"
Zhao Yan clenched his fist and murmured to himself.
Although he didn't have the hairstyle of a strong man.
But he already had the strength of a strong man.
Then he started the car and drove out of the underground garage of Jinxiu Palace, ready to go back to the dormitory to sleep.
He was still driving Chen Yurou's car now.
Although he had instructed Xu Xue to buy him a car and a house, he hadn't contacted Xu Xue since he came back.
He planned to go to the company to find her tomorrow to check on the company's situation and get the car and house keys.
After leaving the garage, Zhao Yan soon realized something was wrong. Two cars had been following him all the time.
Since it was early morning at this time, there were not many cars and people on the street. Plus he had just taken medicine and his perception was enhanced. He easily noticed it.
"People from Sanhe? Can't get rid of them, huh," Zhao Yan muttered to himself.
Then he pulled over and stopped the car.
He got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the car body, taking intermittent puffs, waiting for the two cars behind.
"Brother Quan, he found us."
That's right, the one stalking Zhao Yan was Xiao Quan.
Although all six of them now had bruised faces, they still didn't give up the idea of catching Zhao Yan.
After being beaten by the bodyguards of Jinxiu Palace, he immediately called Fu Zhixin to report that Zhao Yan was not simple.
But Fu Zhixin scolded him and told him that he must bring the person back, otherwise don't bother coming back.
"Take out guns and ask him to Changning to see big brother."
Xiao Quan stared gloomily at Zhao Yan.
How could he not hate after taking a beating tonight?
Then the six got out of the car. Xiao Quan walked in front with a cold face. Behind him, two people covered their hands with clothes.
Wrapped in the clothes were two imitation pistols.
"Still not wise after a beating. It means it hasn't hurt enough yet." Leaning against the car body, Zhao Yan looked at Xiao Quan and the others with bruised faces and shook his head.
Xiao Quan's face was fierce: "Didn't you ask if I could take you away? What do you think now?"
"I don't think you can," Zhao Yan shook his head.
"Damn you! Still pretending! Fuck him!" Xiao Quan shouted an order. Then the six who had endured humiliation rushed towards Zhao Yan.
They planned to beat him up first and then take him away.
Zhao Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, grabbed a fist that came rushing toward him, then forcibly twisted it hard. With a crack, the man's hand was forcibly broken.
The broken bone pierced directly through the flesh, and the flesh and skin hung on the bone, bleeding non-stop.
"Ah ah ah!"
The man let out a shrill cry of pain.
The other five were shocked by this scene.
After all, they were also battle-hardened, but they had never seen anyone who could directly twist off a hand so viciously.
This was too bloody!
"Are you always so brave?" Zhao Yan kicked the one with the twisted hand away and asked curiously.
"Brother Quan..." The other four had turned pale as they looked at Xiao Quan.
Xiao Quan gritted his teeth and said, "Take out guns! I don't believe he can block bullets!"
Hearing this, the two gunmen took out imitation pistols without hesitation and aimed them at Zhao Yan.
"Damn you! Weren't you very fierce? Didn't you practice? Come on then!" Xiao Quan taunted unscrupulously.
He thought he had the upper hand again.
Zhao Yan stepped forward step by step: "As you wish."
"You really don't fear death. Or do you really think I dare not shoot? There are no surveillance cameras here. Do you believe I will kill you!" Xiao Quan was surprised that Zhao Yan was so reckless.
Zhao Yan smiled gently, "Go ahead and shoot."
"Shoot him!" Xiao Quan spat out two words.
"Peng!"
One of them lowered his gun at Zhao Yan's leg and pulled the trigger. The bullet was bounced off directly.
"How is this possible!"
The five stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yan in disbelief, looking at him like they had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.
How could it be possible for someone to block bullets.
What the hell was this guy!
"Your stuff is useless too,"
Zhao Yan revealed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. Under the street lamp at night, it looked particularly creepy.
Xiao Quan and the others shuddered in fear.
Then I saw a flash of black shadow.
Zhao Yan leapt up and kicked towards Xiao Quan.
Bang!
Xiao Quan's head jerked to the side, and all his teeth flew out. His body slammed heavily to the ground.
"Peng peng peng peng..."
In a panic, the two gunmen kept firing.
But all the bullets that hit Zhao Yan were like hitting a steel plate, sparks flying everywhere.
"Boss, we were wrong, we were wrong."
They were so scared that they dropped their guns and cried for mercy.
Damn it, they had encountered a monster!
Boss Fu might as well contact Ultraman. Their mortal flesh simply couldn't handle this.
"If admitting mistakes worked, what would we need fists for?"
Zhao Yan grinned and cracked his neck.
Then he began to communicate with them in sign language.
Fist by fist, flesh by flesh, fist by fist, bones cracking.
"Ah! Stop beating! Boss, spare our lives, ah!"
"Call the police! Call the police quickly! Ah!"
"Hello, 110? Help...! Ah!"
The six were constantly ravaged by Zhao Yan. Xiao Quan took out his phone with trembling hands to call the police, but before he finished speaking, his hand and phone were trampled into pieces by Zhao Yan with one kick.
"Buzz~ Buzz~"
With the sound of police sirens, two police cars raced over. Then a group of policemen rushed out quickly.
"Don't move! Squat on the ground with your hands on your head!"
"Squat down immediately! One warning!"
The police shouted at Zhao Yan.
"I'm the victim," Zhao Yan casually threw down the mutilated Xiao Quan and raised his hands innocently.
Hearing this, all the policemen were very speechless. Were the criminals' IQs so low nowadays?
Who was the victim and who was the assailant?
Couldn't we see it?
How could the assailant be more miserable than the victim?