Data Wasteland

"I don't think there is any need for confinement." Yang Zhiyong cursed with a brutal face, "What do you keep for something that doesn't have eyes?"

Lu Jinhe was there for a moment, not knowing how to answer the call. Although the team member made a taboo and scanned the family's children face to face, he also paid the price. He was severely injured, and he was left with a breath, but the opponent had to kill him. It was too vicious.

Seeing Lu Jinhe's embarrassed appearance, Chen Xing couldn't help but give birth to a bit of chilly lips and teeth, and he secretly rejoiced that Ye Yang and Bailiu reminded him in time, otherwise it is him who is causing trouble now.

"The credibility of Yang Er Shao is very low, so he is very taboo for others to check him." Ye Yang Bailiu whispered.

In the system of the West Fes Company, as long as the social credibility is higher than the other party's one big level, you can view the other party's information at will, and can hide your own information from the other party.

In front of the system, regardless of status, nobles or civilians are treated equally. Unless the status is high enough to become one of the makers of the world's rules, the system can be completely separated from the supervision. Even the children of a powerful family have to abide by the laws and disciplines honestly before they have attained a high enough social status. But then again, there are many ways to avoid punishment for family members, and unless they run into an opponent of comparable strength, it is difficult to be convicted.

Therefore, the legal provisions on this land are again called "hypocritical justice".

"It's hard to stop, the surname Lu is really an idiot." On the other side, Wu Hao lowered his voice and said to the adjutant, with a gloating expression on his face.

"Papa Papa!"

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was a little stiff, several applause suddenly sounded in the car. Everyone turned their heads and looked around, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy getting out of the car. Blond and blue-eyed, handsome and slender, in a beige aristocratic dress, embroidered with gold edges and inlaid with copper buckles. In the afternoon sun, the whole person is golden.

"Little dwarf, what else do you do besides bullying ordinary people?" He said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, disdainfully.

"That's the eldest young master of the Moore family, Roy." Ye Yang Bailiu's body tilted slightly and said in Chen Xing's ear.

Yang Zhiyong turned around and stared at the blond boy, his triangular eyes bursting with fierce light, like a beast that rushed past at any time.

"What is fierce? We are not afraid of you." With a crisp voice, a red leather boot stepped on the metal ladder. Then there was a flash of snow white, looming under the black culottes. Then came the white corset waistcoat, which bound the fullness of the waves. In the end, it was a short hair that was red like a raging fire.

In an instant, everyone's eyes, including Chen Xing, were attracted to the past.

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a tall figure, pure appearance, and clear eyes, just like a high school girl who has not been deeply involved in the world.

But under the corner of her left eye, there was a small pink heart tattooed. Wearing a row of small silver rings on their ears, they slammed into each other with the tremor of their footsteps. They also wore pierced motorcycle gloves on their hands, snaked and catwalked, revealing a wildness all over the body.

"Golden Mouse, do you dare to come to a fight!" Yang Zhiyong ignored the red-haired girl and pointed to Roy. He is the youngest here, the shortest in stature, but the fiercest.

"Only you?" Roy took a step forward, staring at Yang Zhiyong's triangular eyes and said. The Moore family and the Yang family are political opponents and have had a lot of grievances over the years, so when they go out, they are tit-for-tat.

"Little dwarf, don't embarrass you, you are not Roy's opponent." The red-haired girl put her hands on her chest and raised her head with a look of contempt.

"you wanna die!"

Yang Zhiyong has been the prince in the family since he was a child. How could he be able to withstand such an anger, he immediately shouted and shook his fist toward the red-haired girl. The girl turned her body sideways and was about to meet her, but Roy who was next to her took the lead in getting in front of her, swinging her arm outward, opening Yang Zhiyong's fist.

The attack failed, Yang Zhiyong quickly bounced back, looking at the two, his face turned blue with cold.

"I killed you!" He roared again, his fist bursting with orange-red light. In just an instant, the entire arm turned into a red-hot soldering iron, continuously radiating heat outward.

Seeing this, Roy opened his palm forward, and the air continued to twist and deform, and a phantom shield appeared.

"Go to hell!" Yang Zhi bravely halted, leaving a shallow pit on the ground and slamming his fist out of thin air. In an instant, a fire dragon rushed out along his fist.

Everyone only felt the hot wind rushing toward their faces and hurriedly backed away. Only a muffled sound of "boom" was heard, and the fire dragon hit the phantom shadow of the shield. Immediately afterwards, it seemed to hit the sphere, and it turned over a ninety-degree angle and rushed towards the greeted crowd.

Seeing that these innocent defenders were about to suffer, a figure rushed forward and blocked the fire dragon with their bodies.

"boom!"

A layer of blue light appeared on the person, abruptly blocking the fire dragon. Obsessively, it was Lu Jinhe, the captain of the city defending army.

"Come on again, have a good fight!" Yang Zhiyong clenched his fists with both hands, before launching a second round of attacks. He only had opponents in his eyes, and he didn't care about other people's life or death, and the old man behind him didn't mean to stop him, with his hands on his back, his expression indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"The two young masters, after a day's ride in the car, they are all tired. Let's compare them at another time."

At this moment, a strong man stepped out of the car, stood in between the two, persuading him. He is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a camouflage vest, a face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks simple and honest.

"Zhang Meng, don't care about your business, I'm happy to see it." Another young man got out of the car with a strange voice.

"Go away!" Yang Zhiyong shouted sharply, his body lifted in vain, his arms flushed like fire.

"Forget it, Second Young Master." Until then, the old man said.

Yang Zhiyong looked back and looked very unwilling, but finally put away his posture.

"That's Zhang Meng from the Zhang family, and Luo Shaoqing, the fifth young master of the Luo family." Ye Yang Bailiu introduced in a low voice.

"Who is that woman?" Chen Xing asked, looking at the red-haired girl. He always felt that the other party was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Ye Yang and Bailiu take the initiative to introduce him, so he felt even more strange.

"Just know the woman..." Ye Yang Bailiu looked a little unhappy, as if he asked some questions that shouldn't be asked.

"It's just asking for information." Chen Xing said bitterly.

Ye Yang Bailiu was silent for a long time before saying quietly, "She is Ye Yang Qingyan, my half-sister."

"I said, why are you so familiar? It turns out to look like you..." Chen Xing patted his head vigorously, feeling very depressed for his dullness.

"Hey! Those two over there, what are you talking about!"

A cold drink came, and the two turned their heads at the same time, and met a pair of fierce eyes.