Chapter 4: Atmosphere Like a Rainbow

  Many people in the audience were already on the verge of oxygen deprivation, and this kid coming out to duel was already laughable enough. Unexpectedly, his reason was even more absurd - he actually liked Bei Ruyan? Liu Baishu also burst into loud laughter, then crudely shouted: "Damn! I've got your woman? Your face is really thick!"

  "This is Miss Beijia! You thought she was a village girl."

  "Shut up!"

  Lu Meng suddenly appeared on the rooftop, his hands moved swiftly, and a strange arrow shot out.

  Whoosh! A hunting arrow tore through the air, shooting directly from the rooftop towards Liu Baishu's head. The latter's body shook, and he immediately took the hostage and dodged to the side. At the same time, another black light fell into Zhao Heng's right hand. The latter didn't hesitate for a moment, his right hand swung, and the military dagger in his hand stabbed towards Liu Baishu's neck.

  Like lightning flashing across the sky.

  The cold blade of the black military dagger illuminated Liu Baishu's eyes, which were filled with astonishment, and also made his hair stand on end. Lu Meng shot out a hunting arrow that cut off his retreat, leaving Liu Baishu no choice but to approach Zhao Heng, who was unarmed. But unexpectedly, this little guy had an extra military dagger in his hand, and the murderous intent emanating from him made people dare not look away.

  He subconsciously raised his gun!

  Clang! The steel rifle and bayonet clashed with each other!

  Liu Baishu's physique was far superior to Zhao Heng, his arm was almost twice as thick as the latter, but in this collision, he was actually shaken by Zhao Heng, his tiger mouth numb, blood churning, even his body was shaken away from the white-clothed woman half an inch, Liu Baishu's face changed dramatically, he secretly cried out "not good", wanting to raise the gun and shoot out bullets.

  Intimidate everyone with the last drop of blood!

  Unfortunately, everything was too late. A black light suddenly lit up in the darkness, cutting through the air with a shrill whine, stabbing towards Liu Baishu's clean face. In that instant, Liu Baishu's eyes froze, as if intimidated by the thunderous knife light, and his entire body turned cold-blooded.

  The muzzle had swung halfway around, his finger hadn't even pulled the trigger when the bayonet was thrust into his chest.

  Plop! A splash of crimson blood spurted out, like a midnight blooming firework, dazzling everyone's eyes. Zhao Heng didn't relax his strength at this point, still firmly holding the military dagger, tearing Liu Baishu's entire body away from the white-clothed woman, then lifting one foot to kick the white-clothed woman flying.

  Bang!

  The bullet whizzed past, grazing the woman's hair.

  What a relief!

  The next second, Lu Meng rushed out with a fierce and menacing aura.

  A dagger, stabbed into the chest!

  One million!

  Not a single softness, not a single tremble, even his eyebrows didn't wrinkle. Liu Baishu lay on his back, his eyes filled with unblinking death, he never thought he would die at the hands of two young men, he hated himself for only having one bullet, hated himself for not driving Zhao Heng away in time.

  Alas, everything is too late! The opportunity has slipped away!

  At the moment he closed his eyes, he still had the biggest question:

  How did these two kids get the nerve to commit murder?

  Simaqing was also stunned and unable to react for a long time.

  Shouts rose on all sides!

  "Up!"

  More than ten police officers rushed towards Liu Baishu, shouting and waving their guns. Four or five of them piled on top of him, pressing him to the ground, while more than a dozen guns were pointed at his head. Sima Qing even fired two shots into Liu Baishu's arm. As Liu Baishu was notorious for his ferocity, everyone was worried that he might not be dead yet.

  A counterattack that doesn't kill will be utterly ruthless!

  "Idiot!"

  At this time, Sima Qing, who was holding the short gun in front of him, heard Lu Meng's disdain and muttering, and then came the confirmation that Liu Baishu had been killed. His face couldn't help but heat up, wanting to say something to Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, but swallowed it back, after all, the two young men had some credit for killing Liu Baishu.

  Even if he thinks it's a blind cat hitting a dead mouse.

  So he shouted: "Hurry up and save Miss Bei."

  "Brother, how are you planning to spend this one million?"

  Lu Mang's hands were still stained with blood, and he didn't even have time to wash them off. He didn't care about the police officers' stunned expressions as Sima Qing handled the scene and treated the woman in white. Lu Mang took advantage of the pause before his interrogation to pull out a cigarette and light it up, saying: "I want two little girls, very pretty little girls."

  "Uncle Feng said I have too much evil spirit."

  Lu Meng's light car suddenly emitted a mouthful of thick smoke, and he leaned against Zhao Heng's side, chuckling: "I'll go get them to vent my anger. I'm not like you who understands all sorts of things like music, chess, books, and painting, and has many ways to vent your frustrations. And I don't want to blow the flute or paint so hard, so finding a woman to vent is the best method."

  "I didn't have money before, but now I have a million and it's awesome."

  Listening to Lu Meng's shameless depiction of the future scene, Zhao Heng slapped him on the back of his head with a loud slap: "All nonsense! You've been in high school for two years, and how many so-called class flowers and school flowers have fallen into your hands? Count yourself, if not ten, then at least eight, right? Do you still want to find women to vent your anger?"

  "I think you want to live a life of luxury and extravagance."

  Zhao Heng easily saw through his intentions, and Lu Meng chuckled twice, trying to save face: "The school flower is too childish, it's not interesting. I just wanted to spend 18,000 yuan to try something new. I'm not comparable to you, you're pure-hearted and will be going to university in September, where a bunch of beautiful girls in black stockings are waiting for you."

  "All I have is school uniform and braids."

  He showed a painful and yearning expression, then pinched out a cigarette for Zhao Heng, wanting to entice the latter to also take one, but Zhao Heng refused without hesitation. Although he knew that smoking could relieve his emotions, killing Liu Baishu had not made him panic, so he shook his head lightly: "No smoke!"

  "Brother Heng, smoking is a manifestation of a man's masculinity."

  Lu Meng pinched a cigarette of not low grade, and persistently advised Zhao Heng: "Take a puff, don't think about Shu, take another puff, better than the gods; when I have money, I will definitely smoke that Wang Ba cigar, hug two blonde girls, take a sip of cigar, rub one chest, that day is absolutely beautiful."

  Zhao Heng realized that this kid was going to make a big fuss, so he came up with many reasons to complain. Knowing Lu Meng's personality well, he didn't bother to persuade him anymore. He changed the subject and said: "Let's talk about it when we have the money. They say it's one million, but in reality, if we can get 180,000 yuan, that would be good enough. Don't expect too much."

  A country with an 8,000-year history like China has produced many talents and enjoyed peace and prosperity, but as long as there are people in this world, there will be greed. Although the reward for capturing Liu Baishan was clearly marked at one million, a large number of police officers fired many shots just now, which is quite exhausting. I'm afraid that when the time comes, they will take away not a small amount of reward money.

  So Zhao Heng estimated and added: "Fifty thousand will be enough."

  "50,000? Who dares to embezzle our brothers' hard-earned money?"

  Lu Meng grasped the dagger on the ground and growled: "I'll kill his whole family! And then go to Beijing to find the President to plead for justice!" At this moment, Lu Meng was like a ferocious beast with bared teeth, emitting a fierce killing aura all over his body. It seemed that if the police didn't give him that one million, he would make a bloody move against them or even the police station.

  Zhao Hengsheng feared he would spill the beans: "Put it down! I was just talking nonsense!"

  Just then, the policeman who had been kicked by Lu Meng walked over with a difficult expression, and stopped two meters away. He was clearly intimidated by this ruthless killer, but his superior's orders forced him to speak: "Two...two young heroes, we need to collect some evidence..."

  Lu Meng was taken aback: "Evidence?"

  The little policeman's mouth twitched, pointing at the military dagger and knife on the ground. Lu Meng suddenly jumped up, grabbing his collar and shouting: "I and Heng Ge worked hard to help you kill people, and even risked our lives to save that Northern family's young lady, but now you want to confiscate my weapons? Is there still justice in this world?"

  "Is there still law?"

  At the mention of Wang Fa's name, the police officer sneered.

  "Don't worry."

  A soft and melodious voice sounded, and then Zhao Heng saw a woman in white sitting in a wheelchair being pushed over. She was as gentle as a cloud, smiling at Zhao Heng just right: "The police are just going through the motions with them, once the case is settled, your weapons will definitely be returned to you, believe me!"

  The policeman slightly furrowed his brow, this military dagger and knife were banned blades, once they entered the police station, they would not come out again. However, the identity of the woman in white was placed there, he didn't dare to correct anything, otherwise, he might be kicked out of the police station tomorrow and also drag down his superiors, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

  "Heh heh, I believe you, after all, you're my Gege..."

  Lu Meng glanced at Zhao Heng with a hint of playfulness, and with a subtle understanding, he dropped the dagger to the ground, gesturing for the young policeman to quickly take it away. Meanwhile, the woman in white wheeled her chair closer to Zhao Heng, her words and actions perfectly natural, with just the right amount of smiles and frowns, far surpassing the affected pretentiousness of those brainless beauties.

  She stretched out her right hand: "My name is Bei Ruyan, thank you for saving me."

  A gentle breeze and light clouds, a beautiful woman smiles sweetly.