Ya Han reached out and knocked over the glass, then left quietly. When Jiaming stopped, he was discovered by others one after another.
At this time, some people had already understood that the water must have been drugged. Of course, it was impossible for Ya Han to really take the water to test such a thing. There was not much meaning in leaving it behind. However, since she had knocked it over personally, did it mean that Ya Han did not want to pursue the matter too much? For Matto, Yi Huaying, and the others, it was a matter of great concern.
There were only four colored balls left on the table. Although it was confirmed that Matto would lose, the game was still not over. Jiaming held the cue stick and looked at the fragments for a while. Finally, he turned his head and looked at Matto coldly, "I don't think there's a need to waste time, right?
What do you think? "
If Jiaming kept fouling from now on, then he might still lose the game. Of course, this was only a possibility. At this point, it was meaningless to act shamelessly. Looking at Jiaming's eyes, Matto nodded hesitantly. From the beginning, this young man, who was more than ten years younger than him, did bring too much pressure.
"Then … you owe me a million … I'll remember."
Standing by the billiard table, Jiaming suddenly raised the cue stick in his hand and slammed it on the billiard table with a bang. Suddenly, the whole cue stick broke into four or five pieces. The billiard balls on the table jumped, and one of them flew out directly and hit Matto's cheek.
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…
The billiard balls fell to the ground and collided with the floor tiles with a crisp sound.
The people around were shocked by this sudden move.
However, although this move was a bit rude, Matto did not dare to say anything. Naturally, others would not intervene. This young man was Ya Han's younger brother. If he found out that his sister had been drugged, it would not be too much for him to do anything. Matto had only himself to blame this time.
More importantly, in the series of events that had happened before, this youth had beaten others with an incomparably fierce attitude from the very beginning, making it hard for others to breathe. He had an aura that far surpassed his peers — some people from large families liked to adopt elite education for their descendants, such as Dongfang Lu. Although he was only seventeen years old, he already had the natural temperament of a leader. In terms of skill and ability, he was not inferior to an outstanding adult.
In the eyes of everyone, Jiaming, who had such an aura, would definitely occupy an important position in the next generation of the Zhang family. It was too late to curry favor with him. Who would dare to offend him for Matto who deserved it?
Glancing at Matto and Yi Huaying, Jiaming turned and left in the direction where Ya Han left.
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The clock was already past eleven o 'clock, and it was gradually approaching late at night. The music was mixed with the sound of the waves, and the sea breeze was tinged with a trace of coolness. The gathering crowd was no longer as scattered as at the beginning. There were groups of people gathered around the big bonfire on the beach, in the living room where the dancers were dancing, and in the entertainment room. Couples hid in secluded places. Those who liked each other at the gathering said goodbye, drove away, and booked a room in a hotel outside.
Following Ya Han's path through the long corridor, there were much fewer people here. When he passed by the big washroom, Jiaming did not stop, because he knew that Ya Han would not run to the washroom to cry.
There was no sign of Ya Han in the aisle ahead. Jiaming walked back and forth, and then turned to the second floor. In the middle of the aisle on the second floor, there was a half-moon shaped balcony facing the sea. The glass window was open, and the sea breeze blew in. Ya Han stood on the edge, silently looking at the black sea surface that reflected specks of phosphorescent light outside. Not far away, the crowd around the big bonfire was talking and laughing. Looking from the side to the coastline, it was a magnificent night view of the city. The big port was busy, and countless ships were brightly lit. There were also ships far away on the sea surface, and the light of the ships flickered on the sea surface, sad like a swaying candle.
"It's quite sad to make such a friend." Jiaming stopped beside her. "But it's not your fault."
Ya Han raised her head and did not speak. There were no tears on her face, but it was still easy to see the traces of crying.
"Drugging the water … Actually, it was mainly instigated by Yi Huaying.
I heard that they have a grudge with Xu Mo. Matto came to you with this idea before. As for Yi Huaying, she deliberately instigated Matto to do this kind of thing today.
After that … Do you want to do it yourself or do you want me to do it?
Tell your father or your stepmother that they can suppress these two guys from the front. If I do it, you can do whatever you want to them.
Don't worry, it's not troublesome at all. "
"Let's … forget it."
Ya Han did not seem to care about Jiaming's opinion of Matto and Yi Huaying at all. She lowered her head absentmindedly. "I'll tell my stepmother. She won't let them have an easy time.
Ha … "Speaking of this, she suddenly smiled." Do you know?
Women are the most vengeful animals. They will be calculative about everything. "
"This is not a small matter …"
"Yes, it's not."
Ya Han interrupted him. "If … if you didn't come today, I'm afraid I would sleep with either Matto or Yi Huaying tomorrow morning, and then … Ha, then they would think I would marry them because of this?
No … "
The sea breeze blew the hair on her neck. Ya Han reached out and pressed it down. "I'll let them die, and then I'll …"
Seeing that she was a little emotional, Jiaming quickly said, "Hey."
"Ha, let's not talk about this. The small matter I'm talking about is about you and Lingjing and Shasha …"
Every time she talked about this, Jiaming was always a little speechless. At this time, it was really hard to understand why she turned her emotions to this matter again.
"Actually, I've thought about it many times these days. I feel that I'm too nosy. Lingjing and Shasha, whatever they want to do with you, it's none of my business. Why should I be angry from the perspective of morality? Anyway, it's a matter between the three of you. It's fine as long as you like it. You won't hurt anyone else. I … Ha, I …"
Ya Han shook her head, a sad look on her face. At this time, she really hated herself. There were many times when she was impulsive and hesitant. She cried and walked out of the crowd. She wanted to use this opportunity to reconcile with Jiaming, or simply give in to him and herself. She wanted to say that she loved him, that she liked him, that she was crazy and jealous, and that she wanted to be with him. As for whether to choose her or Lingjing and Shasha, let Jiaming be troubled. Naturally, she couldn't share Jiaming with Lingjing and Shasha. Taking a step back, as a latecomer, how could she share a part of Jiaming? How would Lingjing and Shasha look at her? She also had her self-esteem.
Of course, a confession was out of the question. She wanted to at least reconcile, but when the words came out of her mouth, they became faint complaints and self-pity …
What should she say next?
Let's reconcile … Brother Jiaming …
Ha …
"But I just can't help it. I can't stop thinking about these things. I can't stop thinking … I can't stop thinking that you're a playboy.
I know you didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault. I'm sorry … "So hypocritical, Ya Han … But anyway, you don't have any hope …
She bit her lower lip, shook her head, and turned to leave. Jiaming stood where he was and sighed in distress. A few meters away, Ya Han's back trembled slightly. Jiaming turned his head and looked at the corridor. There seemed to be a tall man who looked like a servant walking towards them.
Then, should he do the thing between Matto and Yi Huaying or not?
Turning his head to look at the bonfire on the beach not far away, Jiaming pondered.
Compared to the more abstract and complex emotional problems that were close to him, he preferred to do something simple and direct. Under such circumstances, killing two people seemed to be a very good way to vent … No!
He suddenly turned his head and took two steps in the direction of Ya Han. Countless images flashed through his mind like lightning. He instinctively felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he couldn't tell if it was because of the conversation with Ya Han.
At the same time, Ya Han and the tall man opposite her walked closer. Because the figure was blocked by Ya Han, Jiaming couldn't see clearly, but it was obvious that Ya Han's body stiffened for a moment.
The lights in the corridor weren't very bright. If it wasn't for someone like Jiaming paying attention, it would be difficult to notice the abnormality of the two people. However, at this moment, Jiaming already understood that the man reached out and covered Ya Han's mouth.
The moment he rushed out, the man took Ya Han and retreated to the room next door.
Jia Ming opened the door and closed the door. Just as the door was about to close, Jia Ming pounced forward and stuck his right hand into the gap that had yet to close. No matter how strong his body was, having his finger stuck in the gap still brought him great pain. However, when he landed on the ground, he had obviously startled the person inside and successfully prevented the door from closing.
Because of the light in the corridor, although the man noticed Jiaming, he didn't necessarily think that Jiaming could discover the abnormality over there. When Jiaming rushed out, Ya Han blocked the man's line of sight. He was too close to the door and didn't notice that Jiaming had rushed over when he went in. Naturally, he wouldn't use force to close the door at this time.
The pain in his hand was nothing. Jiaming turned over and directly crashed into the door. In the light, he saw the scar on the face of the man behind Ya Han and the silenced .54 pistol in his hand.
Seeing him rush in, the man retreated two meters and turned Ya Han, who was facing him, around, but still covered her mouth.
During the summer camp when he first met Ya Han, it was this man with the scar on his face who robbed the bank with his accomplices. Then they kidnapped him, Lingjing, and Ya Han. In the end, he was tortured to death by Jiaming and went to prison with his accomplices. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would be released early.
Ya Han obviously recognized this person.
Her gaze was fixed on Jiaming who rushed in. Jiaming didn't dare to move at this time. He was confident that he could dodge the bullets fired by this rookie avenger, but he didn't have the confidence to disarm him before he threatened Ya Han. For a moment, he stood there with an embarrassed and fearful expression, looking like an ordinary person who bravely acted for justice.
"Don't talk … Close the door …" After hesitating for two seconds, the man with the scar finally reacted. He pointed the gun at Jiaming and shook it. Jiaming closed the door behind him and then raised his hands: "That … I …"
"Don't talk, don't move, or I'll kill you!"
After four years, the man with the scar clearly didn't recognize the grown up Jiaming. With a low growl, he turned the gun back to Ya Han's forehead. His other hand let go of Ya Han's mouth and strangled her neck: "Miss Zhang, right? Miss Zhang, right? Do you still remember me?"
"You … What are you doing … Ugh …"
Ya Han's expression froze, then a pained expression appeared on her face. It was obvious that the man with the scar was tightening his grip on her neck: "Haha, what am I doing … What do you think I'm doing? For the past few years in prison, I've always remembered you. You're a member of the Zhang family, you're a teacher … Because one day when I was released, I had to use these two clues to find you, you know?
Every day, I would recall these things. I would recall how you looked like. You're so beautiful. Even after four years, my memory of you hasn't changed at all. I recognized you at first glance. You see, can you feel how deeply I remember you … Hahahaha … "
"Ugh … Ugh … Ugh …"
After years of hatred, he finally had a chance to take revenge today. The man with the scar's expression was a little twisted. He laughed in a low voice and his right hand squeezed Ya Han's neck tightly.
Ya Han stared at Jiaming, who was standing by the door. Her lips trembled as she struggled to breathe. However, the expression on her face became more and more painful.
Jiaming calmly lowered his hand. Although he knew that the scar wanted revenge, he wouldn't strangle Ya Han to death so easily. However, he didn't want his friends to suffer like this.
When the scar saw Jiaming's abnormal actions, he suddenly turned his head, "What are you doing?
Do you want to die? "
"Nothing."
Jiaming looked into the man's eyes and revealed a pure and harmless smile. It was just like four years ago at the summer camp. "Uncle … Can I trade with her?"
The scar's eyes suddenly widened.
"Because she's my sister and she … she's my girlfriend. I can't let anything happen to them. So … Uncle, if you want the hostage, I'll trade with them. Please …" Jiaming slowly said these words. In an instant, it was as if the scene from four years ago had reappeared. The scar suddenly pointed the gun at Jiaming, "It's you!"
Jiaming's eyes turned cold, "Every injustice has its perpetrator and every debt has its debtor. If you're a man, then come at me!
Let her go. If you want to fight me or kill me, it's up to you. "
"Ha … Hahahaha, I didn't expect this. Haha, I didn't expect this …" The gun trembled in the scar's hand. His expression seemed a little crazy, "You really didn't put in any effort. You're loyal and have a backbone, right?
Oh right, I told you four years ago that you were a man. Now you're a man. Haha … Haha … "
"Four years ago, I was the one who set you up. I learned martial arts. I was the one who hurt you. It has nothing to do with her. Let her go."
"Ha, learned martial arts, played me …" The scar nodded, "Now I want to see if your martial arts can even withstand a gun!"
He pointed the gun at Jiaming, as if he was about to pull the trigger. Under Jiaming's indifferent gaze, Ya Han hurriedly cried out, "No … It's not him. Don't mess around!
Four years ago, he was still a child. What does he know? I did everything!
I stole the gun and misfired!
Are you a man or not? Why are you telling this to a child? It's all my business! "
As she spoke, tears flowed out from her eyes. She sobbed, "Jiaming, don't worry about me …" Even if she understood some of Jiaming's abilities, she didn't think that Jiaming could dodge a bullet.
Looking into the scar's eyes, Jiaming said word by word, "No. It was me.
I did it. "
"Ha."
The scar was still waving the gun. As expected, he didn't directly shoot to kill. "Ha, this kind of scene again. Are you guys filming a movie?
I'll trade with you and you'll trade with me. You f * cking think that I'll still listen to you? You're all going to die!
The question is who dies first!
You know martial arts. To be honest, I'm a little afraid of you. What are you thinking now?
You're still thinking of distracting me and taking the opportunity to kill me like in the movies. I'll give you this opportunity. Ha ha, look, there's a fruit knife over there. Go and pick it up. "
The side of the room faintly looked like a small living room. On the table, there was a fruit bowl filled with fruits. There was also a sharp fruit knife on it.
Hearing him say this, Jiaming walked over and picked up the fruit knife. Facing him across the table, the scar laughed.
"Don't you guys like the plot of the movies?
Fighting to die?
I'll give you this opportunity. "
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Ya Han's neck. "Put your hand on the table and use the knife to stab it. The more you stab it, the less pain she'll feel. Come, let me see … I'm afraid of you. I'll cripple your hand first. Ha ha ha ha …"
Looking at Ya Han's increasingly painful expression, Jiaming let out a sigh. He pressed his left hand on the table and raised the knife. Ya Han struggled and said, "No … Uh … Uh … Don't … Don't stab … him … Uh …" Towards the end, her mouth was wide open and she was unable to speak. Jiaming gritted his teeth and fiercely stabbed the knife down. The blade directly pierced through the back of his hand and pierced through the surface of the wooden table, nailing his hand to the table. Fresh blood gushed out and flowed on the table.
"This … should be enough …" Lowering his head, Jiaming seemed to be bitterly enduring the pain. Scar was also stunned at this moment. He originally thought that Jiaming would hesitate for a long time before stabbing, but who knew that the youth in front of him would be so ruthless. He directly pierced through his palm with the knife. He subconsciously loosened his grip on Ya Han's neck.
Looking at Jiaming's hand, Ya Han burst into tears. "Jiaming … Jiaming …"
The gun that was pointed at Jiaming no longer trembled, but the scar didn't let his guard down. The kid in front of him was too ruthless. He was considering whether or not to shoot. Although slowly torturing his enemy had been his dream for the past four years, such a ruthless person … he didn't hesitate to stab him. At this moment, he didn't even make a sound. He didn't seem like a young man at all …
Amidst these emotions, Jia Ming suddenly raised his head. His gaze, brimming with killing intent and threat, shot into Scar's eyes. Amidst the immense killing intent, he growled, "Let's go!
"Shoot — —"
"Bang — —"
Suddenly, Jiaming's murderous aura reached its peak. How could a hooligan like the scar withstand that? At that moment, following Jiaming's voice, he suddenly pulled the trigger as if he had been bewitched. The next moment, Jiaming's body flew up, knocked over the chair behind him, and landed heavily on the ground. The bullet pierced through the fatal left side of his chest, and blood splattered everywhere.
In an instant, Ya Han's eyes turned blank.
"Ah —" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)