Liu Changan walked over and was about to close the door.
Without waiting for Zhongqing's signal, several followers walked over and stopped Liu Changan from closing the door, but they did not immediately fight with Liu Changan.
Liu Changan looked at Zhongqing quietly.
The night was cloudy, the moon and stars were dim. The lights of the construction site were shining, and the scattered building materials were piled up like a mountain. Not far away, the tall crane was like a mechanical giant, lying dormant in the night.
Liu Changan turned on the flashlight and swept it directly in front of him. Zhongqing only felt that his hand was pulled, and he felt that the Rottweiler broke away from him. He screamed, but he heard a sad dog's cry, and then it quickly turned into a low whine, and then silence.
Liu Changan turned off the flashlight, and the bodyguards and Zhongqing gradually regained their vision. They only saw a dead dog lying in front of Liu Changan. The Rottweiler, named High Templar, had no breath and was lying motionless on the ground.
There was silence, especially the bodyguards, who involuntarily retreated from the encirclement and looked at Liu Changan coldly and vigilantly. But Zhongqing could clearly see that the muscles on their backs were tense, and the blood vessels between their ears and necks were beating violently.
Even if Zhongqing was a layman, she knew that Liu Changan's attack had shocked the people she brought. A bodyguard close to Zhongqing lowered his voice and said, "Miss Zhongqing, this man is too dangerous, we can't act rashly …"
"You can't beat him?"
"The dog's head is not broken, and there is no blood dripping from its mouth and nose, which means that it was directly shocked to death by internal force. We are not much stronger than this dog, and we will end up the same if we can kill it with one punch."
Zhongqing took a few steps back and adjusted her glasses. She was shocked. This migrant worker who dined with the madam was so terrifying?
No, it was impossible, how could he be with the madam … It seemed that she had misjudged. Zhongqing came back to her senses, and her preconceived idea was finally broken.
"Fierce dogs are prohibited in this city. If you encounter a fierce dog that breaks the leash, you will be killed without responsibility." Liu Changan picked up the dog. Jun Sha had similar laws and regulations, and there were regulations governing motorcycle robberies. Jun Sha was the first to put up a slogan, "Motorcycle robbers will be killed on the spot".
"Liu Changan!" Zhongqing saw Liu Changan was about to leave, and could not help but suppress the fear in her heart.
"What's the matter?" Liu Changan turned back and turned on the flashlight again.
They could not open their eyes because of Liu Changan's flashlight. Dogs were different from humans. Dogs could quickly adapt to the strong light, but humans did not have this ability. It would be dazzling if they were blinded by the strong light. The bodyguards had to quickly surround Zhongqing according to the direction they remembered, hoping that he would not use the same method to hurt them. They had been too careless before coming, and were completely unprepared to deal with such a difficult target.
"You turn off the flashlight first," Zhongqing said to Liu Changan while shielding her eyes.
Zhongqing's side profile was curvaceous, and the strong light painted a beautiful outline. Liu Changan did not turn off the flashlight. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."
"You and I are going to see Third Young Miss Zhu. We mean no harm. She just wants to see you." Zhongqing said quickly. She did not expect that the stimulation of strong light could make a high-ranking Templar go crazy. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been in trouble. Fortunately, he was killed by Liu Changan … But it did not seem to be a good thing to find that Liu Changan had such amazing skills.
"I have a condition."
Money? This was Zhongqing's first reaction. But when she thought of the little tricks he used to take advantage of her, she thought it might be more excessive. Sure enough, Zhu Juntang wanted her to use the means of seduction. She had a certain understanding of Liu Changan. Now that things had come to this, she still had to use this method? If she had known this, she would have listened to Zhu Juntang and arranged a few peripheral girls to satisfy him.
"Say it." Zhongqing gritted her teeth. If his request was too excessive, she could only give up tonight's operation. Anyway, she could not beat him, and it was impossible to use force.
Zhong Qing had already understood that Liu Changan was not easy to deal with. He was not someone who could be intimidated by a few people pretending to be strong. To be able to kill such a ferocious dog with a single punch, the few people he brought with him were not enough.
The weight of a high-ranking Templar was more than 60 kg, which was the weight of a normal adult male. It was far more than Zhongqing. Moreover, the ferocity of a fierce dog was not comparable to that of an ordinary person.
"Can you give this dog to me?" Liu Changan said with some embarrassment. Although according to the old custom, the dog he killed was of course his prey.
"Give … give it to you …" Zhongqing felt that Liu Changan was crazy. She stared at Liu Changan in disbelief. What was in his mind? This was a bit similar to Zhu Juntang.
Liu Changan first dragged the dog behind the wall to hide it, and then left the construction site with Zhongqing with a flashlight.
Liu Changan stepped on Zhongqing's shadow. This woman's waist was really thin. In ancient times, women often had thin waists and flat buttocks, because most of them were malnourished, or they were prostitutes who entertained people with sex. Ordinary women would try to make their waists and buttocks fuller, so that they would be more stable during childbirth. In other words, it was easier to give birth. At that time, childbirth was not as easy as it was now. For women, it was an experience of walking through the gates of hell … Modern women were strange. Their waists were so thin, but their buttocks were plump. It was a kind of evolution. It could satisfy men's pursuit of thin waists and plump buttocks, and satisfy the need for self-protection during childbirth?
The bodyguards stayed downstairs. Except for Zhu Juntang, herself, Zhongqing, and her invited guests, other servants and security guards could only take the elevator on the other side.
"Why didn't you agree before? Why did you agree tonight?" Zhongqing had made up her mind. Zhu Juntang wanted to see Liu Changan because Liu Changan had something worth seeing … For example, he was good at martial arts. This was something she did not know before. When did Zhu Juntang come into contact with Liu Changan? Why was she interested in him? This was her negligence, and she could not explain it to Mrs. Zhu San. Thinking of Mrs. Zhu San's methods, Zhongqing felt embarrassed and blushed. She could not help but frown.
Taking the sightseeing elevator at night was a beautiful experience, even if Junsha was not a city famous for its light shows. Liu Changan answered, "I didn't want to before because I didn't want to. Tonight, I feel that I can't avoid it, so I want to see him."
"That's it?" Zhongqing felt that Liu Changan's thoughts and words were always beyond her expectation.
Maybe it was because they were from different worlds, so it was difficult to communicate. Zhongqing's judgment was that Liu Changan was a young man who had practiced martial arts at home, but now he was down and out.
"Also, I want that dog. Although it's not the most suitable season to eat dog meat, your dog is plump and oily, so it's naturally delicious. I can't finish it alone, but I can sell it to the neighbors. I can make at least 1,000 yuan. " Liu Changan calculated. 1,000 yuan was not a problem. Although there was no custom like dog meat festival in Junsha, like most places in Huaxia, they had the habit of eating dog meat during the dog days.
Zhongqing did not want to talk to Liu Changan anymore. They were not on the same channel at all.
The elevator stopped, and Zhong Qing returned to her cold, distant, and indifferent demeanor as a delicate female assistant. She bowed sideways.
Liu Changan walked down the long corridor. It was as if he was walking in the exhibition corridor of a modern art museum, except that the works of art on both sides were based on Zhu Juntang. There were photos of the first mate, oil paintings, sculptures, and so on.
Zhongqing led Liu Changan up the stairs on the other side. As expected, Zhu Juntang chose the place where they had first met.
The sky was cloudy tonight, and there was not much wind. There was only the silence of the night and the flickering lights in the distance. The straight street seemed to be filled with countless golden sand, sparkling.
Zhu Juntang was wearing a pair of white square-soled high heels. Her straight and well-proportioned legs were wrapped in pure white stockings. Only ten centimeters above her knees could be vaguely seen. Together with her skirt, it outlined an eye-catching territory. The skirt was fluffy with delicate lace. It fluttered slightly, like a butterfly stepping on a flower branch.
"Qingqing, you can leave first," Zhu Juntang said lightly.
Zhongqing glanced at Liu Changan and left.
"Last time, we talked about Liu Bang locking me up." Liu Changan walked to Zhu Juntang's side and looked at the dark sky in the distance. "It is said that Ying Zheng, who called himself the First Emperor, had a dream of longevity. In fact, Liu Bang was the same. He couldn't live forever, so he hoped that his descendants could live forever, so that the Han royal family could live forever. He also left behind the so-called method of longevity. When it came to Liu Che's generation, he regretted that he let me go after he inherited the throne. When his dream of longevity was strong enough to be uncontrollable in his old age, he couldn't find me anymore …"
Zhu Juntang turned around. It was the same position, the same night, and the same person. That dream-like scene finally told her that it had really happened. This miraculous man who had leaped down a four-hundred-and-fifty-meter-tall building did not fall to his death, nor did he turn into minced meat. He reappeared neatly in front of her, talking about longevity with fervor and assurance.
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