Golden Greenery

The roasted blue blade in Zhuo Yang's hand did not reflect at all under the moonlight.

Suddenly, ‘Boom~~Rumble, squeak—! ! ’

Two off-road vehicles came quickly, braked suddenly and stopped outside the grass. Four bright beams of headlights shone through the ruins of the factory building, illuminating the inside. Zhuo Yang, who was holding a knife, and Benoit Wu, who was lying on the ground. Escaped form.

Zhuoyang turned his head and looked outside.

"Turn off the lights!" With a deep voice, the car lights went out instantly, and the world returned to darkness.

"Wait for me here." A man parted the weeds and walked in.

"Zhuoyang, what's going on? Who is he?"

"Fat man, why are you here?" The person who came was Milo Raiola.

"Hey, I felt like something was wrong with you on the phone. Something must have happened. I couldn't get through again... Tsk, tsk, look at you beating someone up like this, it's so unprofessional. Who is this unlucky thing? He Why did I offend you? Aren't you supposed to be with Beverly right now?"

In this way, Zhuo Yang told the fat man the whole story in a low voice, concisely and concisely.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Raiola did not show the anger of the same enemy. Instead, he stared at Zhuoyang coldly without saying a word.

"What...what do you mean? Fatty?"

"Zhuoyang, this is your fault. You made a huge mistake. You should inform me about this kind of thing instead of handling it yourself."

"You are Qilin, you are the mammoth in the forest. You can easily defeat strong tigers and ferocious lions, but you cannot deal with mice and cockroaches. But, I can!"

"You shouldn't face this kind of trouble without authorization. You are unprofessional and it is very easy to make mistakes. It is not difficult to step on a mouse, but how to avoid soiling your shoes is knowledge. You are unprofessional, unprofessional... …”

"...But, I will never let him have another chance to threaten my sister..." Zhuo Yang was a little unconvinced.

"You know, you know, leave it to me, I'm the professional." The fat man put his arm around Zhuo Yang's shoulders. "Leave it all to me. Remember, you know nothing, you haven't seen anything, and you haven't been here."

"Antonini, come in!" Raiola shouted outside, and then a dark figure walked in, tall and thin, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Get him!" The fat man made a fist with his right hand.

He pointed his thumb down at the shadow.

"Yes! BOSS."

"Boy, you are lucky." The fat man turned his head and said to Jeff Benoit on the ground: "Antonini has a nickname that you may have heard of, the Sicilian Viper. I hope you like him."

Benoit was completely desperate. Even if he was a small gangster, he had heard of this name. The 'Sicilian Viper' was among the top ten gangsters in Europe who should not be messed with. Jeff Benoit's lips were trembling and he could not speak. Whether he was afraid or regretful was unknown, and it was no longer important.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Fat Raiola put his arm around Zhuo Yang's shoulders and walked out. "Don't look, don't look, I don't look either, let's go, let's go. Alas -, if you can fight, you can fight. It's not professional at all. Look at the blood all over the floor, look at the dirt on your body, tsk tsk, too much It’s not professional anymore…”

The two walked out of the dilapidated factory building. Zhuoyang stopped, turned around and threw the switchblade back inside.

"Back to you!"

Those were the last words Jeff Benoit heard.

After that night, no one saw Jeff Benoit again, and no one asked him or mentioned him, and no one even remembered him. It was as if he had never appeared in this world and had not left any trace. A trace.

Time flies, more than a hundred years later, in 2152 AD, on a sunny summer afternoon, a certain lieutenant general and captain of the Third Mediterranean Military Base under the Chinese People's Liberation Army's Europa Command invited a local beauty pageant champion whom he had just met to Take a trip to the bottom of the ocean in your own private submarine. This kind of small poly-nuclear-powered submarine is not very expensive on the world's largest shopping website 'EC Technology', and it comes with free shipping.

At the deepest point of 997 meters in the beautiful Gulf of Venice in the Mediterranean Sea, the Lieutenant General's submarine discovered an old industrial iron box buried in the soil. It looked like it was old. After a lot of troubles, the iron box was salvaged ashore, and when it was opened, it was found that it was not a pirate treasure, but only a pile of broken bones. Next to the bones, there is a folding switchblade made in the ancient country of Switzerland more than a hundred years ago.

The blade of a switchblade stays like new for a long time!

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"What are you going to do with Beverly Deng?" Fatty Raiola asked Zhuo Yang on the car returning to the city.

Zhuo Yang understood what the fat man meant. If he could hold her up, he could also destroy her. Even making Beverly disappear silently was just a word from Zhuo Yang.

After pondering for a moment: "Forget it, it's irrelevant." Zhuo Yang let out a long sigh. "As long as we don't have anything to do with each other from now on, let's go our separate ways. If she can become a big star, it will be her destiny. Let's not disturb her. Let's go her own way."

"Zhuoyang, you are a kind person at heart." Fatty defined Zhuoyang. Scar's daughter-in-law Wasiba also said the same thing when she evaluated Zhuoyang to Beverly.

"Besides, you are still a soft-hearted person." The fat man added.

"Maybe..." Zhuo Yang breathed out again.

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Ever since Zhuoyang left the room, Beverly fell into great despair and panic. She didn't think about what Zhuoyang was going out to do, nor what would happen to Benoit, because none of this mattered to her. The only thing Beverly thinks about is what should she do? What will you face?

Her tears never stopped. She cried because she regretted why she was so cowardly and timid, and why she didn't tell Zhuo Yang everything earlier. She didn't know how to beg Zhuo Yang for forgiveness. At this moment, Beverly would rather give up everything, including her beautiful dream of stardom. As long as Zhuo Yang could forgive her, and as long as Zhuo Yang wanted her, Beverly would be willing to do anything. rounding.

Beverly regretted that she no longer had the extravagant dream of becoming a star. Zhuo Yang could help her become famous, which would naturally make her penniless again, or even make her life worse than death, because she knew the connections behind Zhuo Yang.

Regret turned into fear, and fear led to despair. She had long known the seriousness of the mistake she had made, because she knew the weight of her sister in Zhuo Yang's heart, and she hated her own cowardice.

There was the sound of the room card key opening the door. Beverly looked over in despair and hope. She was very obedient. Zhuoyang didn't do anything or move after he went out.

Zhuo Yang walked in and went to the bathroom first, washing his face and hands carefully to calm down. He used a dry towel to dust off the dirt on his windbreaker and pants, then walked into the living room and drank the glass of red wine he had before going out.

"Beverly, it's time for me to go." He threw her phone back on the sofa. "You can take care of yourself from now on. I hope you get what you want and become a big star."

"Also, remember, don't come to me again!"