Chapter 44: Even Air Taste Like Honey
“Boss—” The two lackeys, who had just gotten out, instantly rushed over while seeing their boss getting beaten up.
However, Shang Shi did not even blink an eye, unflinchingly using one hand respectively to deal with each lackey…
Whilst Hao Yansen merely dismounted and walked briskly to the kidnapper’s car with a few strides of his long legs.
When she saw him, Mo Yun’s eyes instantly brightened and Bai Lang made an expression as though a messiah has descended before him.
On the other hand, the remaining lackeys in the car were trembling with fear and nervousness for some unknown reason.
Whipping out their weapons, they pointed them at Bai Lang and Mo Yun, shouting, “Don’t come over, else we’ll kill both of them!”
Their eyes were fixed on Hao Yansen, nervously observing his every movement.
Strangely, they instinctively felt that he was extremely dangerous.
However, Hao Yansen paid no heed to their threats. He swept his eyes across Mo Yun, before directing a cold glare at Bai Lang. “Wow, you are really impressive, to get yourself into this situation.” His words were laced with sarcasm.
Bai Lang wanted to cry. “I didn’t expect this! But you know me, I’m as weak as a chicken, I’m no match for them at all.”
“I’m giving you three seconds. If you don’t settle them, then I’ll settle you.” Hao Yansen’s words were dripping with frostiness.
Frantic, Bai Lang panicked and said, “How are three seconds enough to deal with them?! I’m as weak as a chicken…”
“1—” Hao Yansen ignored his pleas, indifferently counting down. “2”
“Boss Hao, I really can’t do it! Stop!!”
“3!”
“KACHA, KACHA!”Just as Hao Yansen finished counting down, the sharp sound of bones being broken rang out from within the vehicle, followed by two shrill and pained shrieks.
Who would have thought that when Bai Lang made a move, the knife-wielding lackeys would actually clutch their wrists in agony and scream like girls?
Mo Yun was taken aback by the scene. “How are you so formidable? Didn’t you say you were no match for them?” She asked Bai Lang doubtfully.
Bai Lang gave a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, “I’m a person who likes being lowkey. Ordinary trash like them doesn’t deserve me making a move.”
Mo Yun: “…”
Can you exhibit your lowkey-ness at a more appropriate time?
You are so incredible, but you still made me worry for nothing. Mo Yun, feeling as though she was wronged, pushed open the car door and exited.
Hao Yansen saw that she was able to walk and did not ask any more questions, merely calmly ordered, “Follow me.”
“Okay.” Mo Yun did not argue with him, obediently following behind. Hao Yansen immediately started the engine and drove off, without waiting for Shang Shi and Bai Lang to get in.
Mo Yun was surprised and asked curiously, “They haven’t gotten in yet, though?”
“If they had gotten in, who would deal with the mess?”
That’s true.
Mo Yun was still extremely curious about something. “How did you manage to get here so quickly? And how on earth did you find us?”
Hao Yansen shot her a glance, answering frankly, “I happened to be nearby and came here immediately after receiving Bai Lang’s message.”
“Hmm, no wonder you got here so soon. Thank you so much for today!” Mo Yun smiled happily. For some reason, all he did was to save her, but she felt as though the entire world was her oyster.
That exhilarating feeling made her feel that air tasted like honey.
Mo Yun could not help giggling, which earned her a contemplative stare from Hao Yansen. “What are you laughing at?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just feeling so happy.”
“Getting kidnapped makes you happy?”
“No, it’s because you’re the one who saved me.”
Hao Yansen: “…”
His eyes were drawn to the scenery outside the car. It was really interesting;
although winter was coming, why did he feel a warmth inside him as though it was springtime?
…
Shang Shi swiftly deposited the unconscious grunts at the back of his car. They were shoddily packed together like sardines in a can.
Bai Lang was moodily leaning against the car at this time, a cigarette bud with smoke rising from it held between his fingers.
Normally, he would not smoke, but when he was feeling down, he would light up a stick.