Chapter Twelve You're Too Beautiful

  Zhao Ya and Zhang Yi Qing discussed their shopping experiences with each other while accompanying Zhang Shi Dong for a not-so-long afternoon.

  Until the phone and WeChat kept urging, Zhang Yiqing left with a selfless state of creating space for you to get along, and when she was about to leave, she made a gesture to Zhang Shidong that he should work hard.

  The warm sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon shines on their bodies, and there are few pedestrians on the street. Zhang Shidong and Zhao Ya stroll along the pedestrian street, where the dazzling array of goods inside the shops and the salespeople constantly clapping their hands at the door mix beauty and vulgarity together. Taking a leisurely walk is supposed to be enjoyable, but when one's senses are disturbed by the noise, it becomes torture.

  Zhang Shidong put his hands behind his head, while Zhao Ya happily followed him to stroll through every store.

  Zhang Shidong didn't ask, and Zhao Ya also didn't conceal it.

  Zhang Shidong asked, and Zhao Ya didn't conceal it either.

  Zhang Shidong pretended to be silly, and Zhao Ya accompanied him in his foolishness.

  At least two people will have each other's company during lonely times.

  The man is proud and doesn't ask, the woman is also proud and doesn't say, in other people's eyes this will be a golden boy and jade girl combination, even busy Kong Mei has mentioned more than once that if someone can marry Xiao Zhao back home, they must have accumulated virtue from their ancestors.

  Sitting in Pizza Hut, Zhao Ya hesitated for a moment before being the first to concede defeat in the biased war between men and women: "Mom, I want to see you."

  Zhang Shidong nodded: "Oh, now you should say why it's me?"

  Zhao Ya made an effort to appear calm: "You know kung fu."

  Zhang Shidong: "Is it just that simple?"

  Zhao Ya replied: "It's that simple. I want to learn from you, not those useless self-defense techniques."

  Zhang Shidong gazed through the clean window at the snack stalls in the hutongs across the pedestrian street, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "Is it worth paying with your girlfriend's identity and obligations just for this? Whether it's power or money, you can find a very good teacher for yourself."

  "Must I spell it out for you? My wealthy father, who married another woman and had a son with her, was more than happy to hire bodyguards. That woman and the man I should call my brother joined forces to kick me out. And my high-and-mighty mother, who likes to be in control, gave me a stepfather known as a 'small white face', a hypocrite who almost crawled into my bed at midnight. Laughable, isn't it? To outsiders, my mom is a high-ranking official, my dad is a billionaire, and I'm the apple of their eye, able to have anything I want. But do you know what? I don't even have a home, and during Chinese New Year, I didn't even know where I could lay my head..."

  Zhao Ya didn't shed a tear, her deformed growth experience gave her more strength that ordinary people don't have. In some way, she and Zhang Shidong are the same kind of person, they were both strong individuals who matured too early in their youth. The difference is that Zhao Ya only has inner strength.

  Zhang Shidong suddenly stood up, raised an eyebrow and stared into Zhao Ya's eyes, asking a question that changed her tone: "Dare to take a look at the more bloody world?"

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, in Zhao Ya's eyes, what flowed out was not curiosity or doubt, but a long-suppressed bloodthirst.

  "Don't move without my order."

  Suddenly, the big hands that wrapped around her slender waist and the masculine breath that drew near did not make Zhao Ya flustered. She was even more anticipating what would happen next.

  Behind the prosperity is ugliness, behind the clean and tidy pedestrian street with blooming flowers, there are areas that are deep enough to form surrounding shops, restaurants, snack stalls, and fruit stalls. Zhang Shidong put his arm around Zhao Ya and walked into the alley, showing a very intimate attitude all the way until they passed through the snack stall area and arrived in front of a single five-story old brick building.

  Behind the brick building, there was a low-rise housing area with an uneven dirt path running through it. On both sides of the road sat some elderly people basking in the sun, playing chess, and playing poker. The first floor of the brick building had a small restaurant and a small hotel. Zhang Shidong took Zhao Ya directly into the small hotel, where two women with revealing clothes and heavy makeup looked at them ambiguously from behind the old bar, without checking their ID cards, and handed Zhang Shidong a key after taking sixty yuan. As the two walked up the narrow stairs, they faintly heard from downstairs: "Good, let the dog fuck it."

  A small hotel renovated from an old brick building only pursues the maximum capacity, and everything else is just barely passable. The room has a one-meter square standing area, a bed that is neither big nor small, and a bedside cabinet with an old TV on it. One side is a wall and the other is a plywood board. The windows are all half-covered. You can hear every word from next door. Fortunately, it's daytime; otherwise, living in this hotel where everyone knows how to make money, you'll get a free auditory feast.

  Zhang Shidong turned on the TV and adjusted the volume to a special channel that only this small hotel had. The powerful island nation educational program made Zhao Ya's face slightly red, while Zhang Shidong quickly went to the window to observe the surrounding environment. A major robbery and murder suspect who had been caught by the city's criminal police for over ten days without any news was worthy of his caution, especially since this guy had also played a big hide-and-seek game, making Zhang Shidong have some expectations for this opponent.

  Eating casually at a snack stall, I took the opportunity to observe the surroundings of the entire residential area. There were many people and a large space to maneuver. Once encountered in battle, it would be difficult to stop him from using human shields to coerce others.

  Just now, Zhang Shidong did not simply rely on a glance to see through the other party's subtle disguise, but rather felt the intense killing intent emanating from the other party. It was only then that he identified this person as the prime suspect in the 8·15 massive robbery and murder case during what was almost a perfect reconnaissance process.

  "Dad, pedestrian street xxx number, elite soldiers and strong generals. I saw the suspect of 8·15." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Zhang Jun to ask questions, and smiled bitterly at Zhao Ya: "You're too beautiful."

  After finishing, he hugged her and left the room, walking out of the small hotel under the stunned gaze of the two street girls, and walked into the earthen path outside. Looking at the figure in front with a backpack on his back, he said softly to Zhao Ya's ear: "Don't be afraid."

  Zhang Shidong was not wrong, Zhao Ya was also not wrong. The only mistake was that she was too beautiful and should not have appeared here. The small couples who can appear here will never have such quality, and a girl of this quality will never follow a man to open a room in such a place.

  It's not the flaw that arouses suspicion in his opponent, but this group of people who truly walk in darkness will never put themselves in any danger. A beautiful woman who shouldn't be here is enough to make him give up a hiding spot he had finally chosen.

  Approximately 173 cm in height, approximately 65 kg in weight, left-handed, carrying objects weighing over 30 kg on the body, walking with a slightly different waist than ordinary people, and having a gun on the body.

  "I'm not afraid of danger." Zhao Ya looked at the old man in front of the low house, and with her cleverness, she immediately guessed Zhang Shidong's true intention, at least under a one-on-one situation where he was dragging his feet, the person opposite would not easily choose to take hostages.

  Zhang Shidong tightly hugged Zhao Ya, turned a corner, and faced the criminal who had turned around with a ruthless smile on his face and a gun in hand. He also smiled.

  "You're not cops." The voice was hoarse, with blackened yellow teeth still stained with vegetable leaves.

  Zhang Shidong looked at his opponent with an expressionless face.

  "Goodbye!" Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The opponent's professionalism and ruthlessness had already exceeded the ordinary police's ability to respond. Zhang Shidong was very sure that when he committed the crime, he didn't use his real strength at all.