Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1509: Chapter 1509: Expressing Apologies

Yanran let out a breath of relief, a look of apology on her face: "I’m sorry, my Seventh Sister’s identity is too special, you know my identity, but he..."

"Li and I know, but Jiang Shao doesn’t. Because of Qian Xiu’s situation, Li and I advised Jiang Shao to stay away from you. If Jiang Shao and the Qin Family are connected with Qian Xiu now, it would be a catastrophic disaster for him. Are you okay? Are you sure you want to go back?"

On Yanran’s beautiful face was a faintly sorrowful smile: "Many years ago, my aunt also asked me to run. She stayed behind to protect me. At that time, I was young and didn’t understand. I really left my aunt behind and ran. As a result, my aunt died under Miyamoto Shigeru’s knife, making me live in guilt ever since. I don’t want to continue living in guilt. It’s so agonizing that life feels worse than death. Do you think my aunt would want to see me become just a vase that can only run? So, you go, I want to go back!"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Xianhai looked up at the sky and laughed: "If it weren’t for you, I would have been with Jiang Shao before too. If you’re not going, what’s the point in me going? To die? Haha, to be honest, I’ve been eating countless poisons since I was a kid. Death is as dear a friend as any. Do you think I’m afraid? Since the eldest princess of the Qin Family wishes to die, I’ll accompany you. On the netherworld road, there’s Aying and Jiang Shao’s four brothers, who value love and righteousness, and the little princess from the Qin Family, with such a beautiful woman accompanying me, how could I not lose?"

Yanran took a deep look at Zhang Xianhai, pride filled his heart. She nodded heavily: "Let’s go!"

Zhang Xianhai suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car shot toward the place where the four brothers were.

"Stop!" Very soon, Yanran called again.

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Xianhai looked at her in confusion.

Yanran scolded as she headed towards a house beside the alley. Zhang Xianhai saw a paint shop. Zhang Xianhai immediately understood Yanran’s intention. They looked at each other and smiled.

The fat boss of the paint shop hadn’t seen Jiang Guangrong for a long time and sat on the stool in fear. Soon, the fat boss heard footsteps. The fat boss glanced at Yanran and Zhang Xianhai coming from the gate. The moment he saw Yanran, the fat boss felt like he saw a Fairy.

The fat boss quickly stood up: "Do you want to buy something?"

Yanran and Zhang Xianhai laughed. They looked at the fat boss in a not-so-good way and then ignited the steel pipes behind them.

The fat boss exchanged glances with Yanran and Zhang Xianhai, and confirmed they were here to rob Aying.

"Bang"

The fat boss had just taken a new cup and dropped it to the ground. The fat boss raised his hands to show he wouldn’t resist.

Yanran smiled gently and said, "Don’t get excited. I’m not here to steal money!"

"Forehead?" The fat boss shivered, why does this sound so familiar? It seems I’ve heard this somewhere before.

Zhao Xing also discovered Jiang Guangrong hiding in a corner not far away. A vicious smile hung on the corner of Zhao Xing’s mouth: "Good, you didn’t leave. Since you haven’t left, you can stay here forever. Brothers, the combustible bottles and the bottles in his hands can’t be infinite. We can come together to kill Jiang Guangrong. Whoever kills Jiang Guangrong, whether it’s our people from Qing Da or Black Dragon University, I personally reward five million!"

Under the heavy reward, there are certainly brave people. Zhao Xing’s high reward quickly pacified the panic crowd, and soon two gang members rushed towards Jiang Guangrong.

Countless bullets were fired into the corner where Jiang Guang was hiding. Jiang Guangrong coughed violently because the wall dust kept splashing. Jiang Guangrong lit the bottle. The cloth in the bottle fired a burn, scalding, and the bottle flew towards the nearest few people, opened fire a few times, and then retreated.

The four brothers picked up a few handguns that had fallen to the ground and rolled to the other side of the old sofa. They leaned on the old sofa and fired at the two gangsters.

Jiang Guangrong couldn’t help but smile at the loudness behind him. These four brothers were too smart. They did not rush to fight with these two Ap - instead, they chose to launch attack from the cover. Whether they can kill a few people or not, they can at least pin down many of the two Ap.

Jiang Guangrong once again lit the burning bottle in his hand. He just reached out to throw it away when a black shadow almost flashed right in front of his eyes from the bunker behind him.

The black shadow was Zhao Xing from Qing Da. Jiang Guangrong was shocked. Unexpectedly, Zhao Xing was such an expert!

Jiang Guangrong immediately responded, holding the glass bottle, and smashed it towards Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing seemed to have long anticipated Jiang Guangrong’s response. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Xing’s mouth, and he stepped on Jiang Guangrong’s right arm. The burning, burning, and the bottle in Jiang Guangrong’s hand fell to the ground.

The burning, burning and the bottles that fell to the ground quickly exploded. Many burning droplets splashed onto them. Neither Jiang Guangrong nor Zhao Xing seemed to feel the pain as they stared at each other.

Jiang Guangrong took the initiative, squatted down, right hand clenched into a fist. Zhao Xing was a very strong expert. He casually swung his left arm to block Jiang Guangrong’s full-on punch. Jiang Guangrong immediately turned around and kicked Zhao Xing’s lower belly.

Zhao Xing seemed to be angered by Jiang Guangrong’s move, his face showing a bit of gloom. Zhao Xing raised his right knee to block Jiang Guangrong’s full force, finally, Zhao Xing, with his face twisted in aggression, began to fight!

Jiang Guangrong only felt a phantom shadow before his eyes. Zhao Xing’s fists hit him like a hard rock on the head. Zhao Xing was incredibly fast. Jiang Guangrong didn’t even see how Zhao Xing threw a punch, and Zhao Xing had already launched the second punch. Zhao Xing’s second punch hit Jiang Guangrong’s left cheek.

Jiang Guangrong only felt the sky spinning, as if his breath was about to break, and the whole person crashed into the wall three to four meters behind like a broken kite.

Zhao Xing placed his arms behind him, arrogantly looking at Jiang Guangrong lying on the ground. Zhao Xing’s tone was indifferent: "Actually I really thank you. You could have left, but you came back for your people. Even knowing you’d die coming back, you didn’t hesitate. I’ve always admired people like you who are passionate and value loyalty. Honestly, I’m really reluctant to just kill them like this!"

Jiang Guangrong, lying on the ground, propped himself up with his elbow. By this time, Jiang Guangrong’s whole left cheek was swollen, and the bruise on his face was severe. Jiang Guangrong gasped heavily and coldly stared at Zhao Xing: "If you want to kill, just kill, stop talking nonsense. I’m your target. Let my brothers go!"

"Haha..." Zhao Xing neither agreed nor refused, just laughed as he slowly walked towards Jiang Guangrong.

At this time, the roaring sound of a car engine came from afar, and a blue flash of lightning rushed towards Jiang Guangrong and Zhao Xing.

From the front passenger seat, Yanran poked her head out and threw the burning bottle in her hand towards Zhao Xing: "Idiot, have a drink!"

A look of astonishment flashed across Zhao Xing’s face. Because it was too fast, Yanran’s hand was on fire. The bottle was like a bullet, Zhao Xing had no time to avoid it. Zhao Xing gritted his teeth, lifted his right foot, and tried to gently fly from the air, changing the burning trajectory. Burning. The speed and impact of the bottle were so great that as soon as the burning bottle touched Zhao Xing’s right foot, it exploded.

Zhao Xing glared coldly at Miyamoto Keiko, constantly speculating about his identity in his mind. Seeing the long knife in Miyamoto’s hand, Zhao Xing guessed Miyamoto Keiko was from Dongyang, and he was clearly alone. He also thought of the two groups of people in the supermarket fighting with a group of Dongyang people earlier. If Zhao Xing wanted to think when and where he offended the Dongyang people, he couldn’t think of two groups, nor could he think of his research.