Rebirth: National Crown Prince

"You're looking for me?"

Wan Zexi looked at Wang Dashu in front of him and squinted his eyes. The originally vague memories gradually appeared in his mind bit by bit.

"Bang!"

As soon as Wang Dashu opened his eyes, the young man raised his leg and kicked him to the ground cleanly.

"What's wrong? Why is there such a big movement?"

A vaguely familiar voice made Wan Zexi quickly raise his eyes, only to see her eyes piercing directly at the old woman who came out of the house.

If Wang Dashu still had some impression, when he saw this old woman with a mean look, the incident more than ten years ago became clearer in the young man's mind.

"Ha!" Wan Zexi chuckled.

Old lady: "Why are you smiling? You look like a pretty boy."

"Don't mess with my good deeds, you brat." The gangster man next to him couldn't help but say.

Wan Zexi glanced at the boy on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly. Did he come here like this in the first place? Thinking of this, the young man's whole temperament suddenly became indifferent.

The look in his eyes was even more dull.

"You brat! Not to mention he's prettier than the pretty boys I've seen, otherwise..." The strong man hadn't finished his words.

"Bang!"

"——Ugh!" The strong man spit out a mouthful of blood from the kick. The young man's kick was so hard and accurate that the strong man fainted.

Wan Zexi glanced condescendingly at the people on the ground, then slowly raised his head to look at Wang Dashu and Wang Dashu.

The two of them shrank back in fear. After all, who would have thought that a young man who looked a little thin could beat down a 1.9-meter tall man so easily.

"You...you, what are you going to do?"

"Give me whatever you want, but don't kill us."

It was obvious that the young man had not done anything to them yet, but when they looked into the young man's dark pupils, they felt cold all over their bodies and could not stop trembling with fear.

The old lady couldn't help but trembled slightly, "Old Qiang, I'm scared."

"Lao Qiang?" Wan Zexi raised his eyebrows.

Wang Dashu immediately replied: "Everyone in the village calls me that."

Hearing this, Wan Zexi said in a casual tone: "It suits your status as a trafficker."

She saw the young man approaching the two of them with a leisurely and contented attitude. His beautiful fox eyes carefully studied the eyes and expressions of the two people at this time. When she saw fear in their eyes, she smiled.

"Don't worry, none of you will die."

Three minutes later, looking at the two people lying on the ground, the smile on Wan Zexi's lips disappeared without a trace.

"Pretending to be good." The light words made the boy's heart tremble.

The boy couldn't help but despair. Was he really going to die here?

However, unexpectedly, Wan Zexi just said in a cold voice: "I will treat this card as an investment for you. Please help release the children in it."

Wan Zexi did not throw it away, but bent down elegantly and gently placed the card next to the boy. That card turned out to be the card given to the old man just now.

The boy was silent, and then he heard a burst of footsteps, which gradually became distant until he could no longer hear them.

The boy got up immediately. When he saw the people lying on the ground, he couldn't help but a flash of surprise in his eyes.

These three people are not dead, but they will probably be disabled for the rest of their lives.

The boy had already been tortured so much that he hated these people and gnashed his teeth. He thought about taking this opportunity to kill these people, but he felt that it was too easy for them. The boy had an inexplicable feeling that the man just now had the same idea as him in not killing these people.

Looking at the bank card on the ground, the boy hesitated several times, and finally picked up the card, hid it in his clothes and left the place.