Although Old Buffon was very famous, there were not many people who had seen him. Most of these people were celebrities at the top of the pyramid. Now, Old Buffon was like an ordinary old man, walking on the street with his wife. They were like a middle-aged couple. There was nothing special about them.
Yang Ming, on the other hand, was holding Wang Xiaoyan and Shu Ya as he walked in front of them. He looked like a playboy who came out to have fun, but it was not unusual. In fact, on the streets at night, most of the people like Yang Ming were playboys who came out to have fun.
"I haven't had this kind of ordinary feeling for a long time." Old Buffon said emotionally as he held his wife's hand. When they came out before, they were either with a team or with many guards. There was no sense of freedom at all.
"Yeah, it turns out that this kind of tranquility is so good." Mrs. Buffon had not been so relaxed for decades. After marrying Old Buffon, she lived a life of not leaving the house.
"Hehe, but it is only when I come out with Master and Master's Wife that I have such a sense of security. With them, even a team of guards can't compare to it!" Old Buffon was somewhat complacent.
Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan didn't need much makeup, but Shu Ya was a public figure. At this moment, she had to wear a pair of large sunglasses to cover her face, but it couldn't hide her beauty. Walking on the street, she attracted a lot of young men's attention.
"Yang Ming … Look at that person …" Suddenly, Wang Xiaoyan, who was next to Yang Ming, squeezed his hand and said softly.
In fact, without Wang Xiaoyan's reminder, Yang Ming had already noticed that there was a man in a black trench coat not far from them. This person was actually the God of Racing, Charles, whom they met in Song Jiang!
"What's wrong?" Shu Ya looked at Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan with a little doubt. She didn't know why they suddenly stopped.
"I saw an acquaintance." Yang Ming whispered, "But I don't want him to see us here."
Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan had always been very ordinary in front of Charles, but it was somewhat inexplicable for them to suddenly appear in Europe. Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan felt that Charles' behavior was sneaky, so they wanted to see what he was doing.
They saw that Charles's cap was lowered, and the collar of his trench coat was raised, covering most of his face. If it weren't for Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan having a deep impression of this person, they wouldn't recognize him immediately.
Charles lingered there as if he was waiting for someone. ......................... Yang................ You......... Little Ya, you go with Old Buffon first. Yanyan and I will go later. "
"Okay." Old Buffon nodded and took his wife to leave first. He also understood that since Yang Ming said so, there must be something big.
Shu Ya also knew that Yang Ming must have something important to do. Since he asked Wang Xiaoyan to stay, Shu Ya also guessed what it was. She nodded immediately. She was not an indecisive woman. She understood that staying here would only bring trouble to Yang Ming. If something happened and Yang Ming had to protect her, it would seriously affect the efficiency of Yang Ming's plan.
Wang Xiaoyan was different. She didn't need Yang Ming's protection.
The reason why Yang Ming handed Shu Ya over to Old Buffon and his wife was because he was very relieved. In Europe, no one dared to touch the Old Buffon Family.
After the three people left, Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan hid in the dark, quietly observing Charles' movements.
After a closer look, Yang Ming found that Charles was not waiting for someone, but he was looking in the direction of a teahouse in the distance, deep in thought.
"What is this guy looking at?" When Yang Ming said this, he also looked in the direction of the teahouse with his special ability.
"Who knows? Could it be that he wants to assassinate someone? "Wang Xiaoyan guessed.
There were not many people in the teahouse. Looking at the situation, it seemed to be reserved. Many black-shirted people stood at the door and walked back and forth. Inside the teahouse, only one person was sitting at a table. It was a somewhat dignified old man, quietly waiting for something.
Next to him was a blonde girl. Although she could be said to be very beautiful, according to Yang Ming's Oriental aesthetic, he was not interested in this kind of European-style beauty.
After a while, the old man looked at the watch on his wrist and frowned. It seemed that he was probably waiting for someone, and that person had not come yet.
"There is an old man and a young foreign girl in the teahouse. They seem to be waiting for someone." Yang Ming said to Wang Xiaoyan.
"Could it be that they are waiting for Charles?" Wang Xiaoyan said casually.
"Waiting for Charles?" Yang Ming was stunned. He originally thought that Charles was observing the target, but now it seemed that this was not the case.
"How did you see it?" Wang Xiaoyan was a little curious. She and Yang Ming stood together. She didn't even see the person in the teahouse, but Yang Ming actually saw it so carefully!
"My eyesight is better." Yang Ming could only explain it this way. He still hid something from Wang Xiaoyan.
"Why do I feel that you are like Conan with electronic glasses?" Wang Xiaoyan glanced at Yang Ming and said, "I will take a closer look. Maybe it is someone I know."
After that, she walked forward without waiting for Yang Ming to speak. Although Yang Ming wanted to stop her, he thought about it later. This road was not very wide, and there was no shelter on the side of the road. If they were too close, they would inevitably be discovered by Charles.
But even if Charles discovered it, he didn't care. At most, they could sit down and talk together. Yang Ming would not be afraid of him.
The old man in the teahouse looked at the time again and frowned suddenly. Yang Ming guessed that it was probably because the appointed time had passed, so the old man had this expression.
The old man took out his phone and dialed a number. What made Yang Ming a little surprised was that Charles actually took out his phone at the same time. He glanced at it, then pressed the button to hang up.
The old man frowned and put down the phone. Then, he picked up the phone irritably and continued to dial the number just now. Charles fumbled for his phone again.
"Hello?" Charles picked up the phone.
"Where are you? When are you coming? It is already half an hour later than the appointed time! "asked the old man.
"I … have something to do at the last minute, so I won't go …" Charles's confidence was obviously lacking.
"You are nearby, right? I will ask someone to find you! " The old man hung up the phone after he finished speaking. Then, he instructed a black-shirted man waiting beside him. The black-shirted man took the other black-shirted men out of the teahouse and began to search in all directions near the teahouse.
After Charles hung up the phone and saw this scene, he suddenly turned around and ran toward Yang Ming. Wang Xiaoyan's attention was on the teahouse over there. She didn't expect Charles, who was not far in front of her, to suddenly turn around and run toward her. Wang Xiaoyan was suddenly shocked.
Wang Xiaoyan didn't know the conversation between the old man and Charles. When she saw Charles suddenly turn around, she thought that Charles found her trace. She didn't think about dodging but put on a posture of facing the enemy. Yang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yang Ming wanted to call Wang Xiaoyan, but it was too late because Charles had already seen the existence of Wang Xiaoyan. There was also a hint of surprise on Charles's face.
"You … what are you going to do?" Charles asked in a panic. He didn't understand why Wang Xiaoyan suddenly appeared here and blocked in front of him. Is she someone hired by my father?
"What am I going to do?" Wang Xiaoyan was suddenly stunned. "Didn't you discover me?"
"What did I discover about you?!" Charles heard Wang Xiaoyan's words and knew that there must be a misunderstanding between the two. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. "Don't talk about it. Hurry up and run. We'll talk later!"
With that, Charles took to his heels. Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan couldn't figure out the current situation, so they had to run with Charles. The three people were like a street marathon, running forward together. After running about four or five streets, Charles stopped.
Fortunately, the three people were all assassins and had received strict physical training. So, after running so far, no one showed any signs of physical exhaustion or panting. They were all fine.
Charles knew his own situation, so he was not surprised that he was fine. However, he had strong doubts about Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan.
It was reasonable to say that except for athletes, any normal person who had run such a long distance without any preparation would feel more or less uncomfortable. At the very least, they would gasp for breath. After all, exercising for such a long time would increase their lung capacity.
However, Yang Ming and Wang Xiaoyan did not have any adverse reactions. This made Charles very curious. "Do you often exercise?"
"En, bed exercise." Yang Ming nodded and said seriously.
"Ah?" Charles was stunned.
"Let's not talk about this. Why did you run just now?" Yang Ming also saw Charles's suspicion, so he said 'bed exercise' to divert Charles's attention.
"How can I not run? Didn't you see people coming out of the tea room to catch me?! "Charles said with lingering fear.
"Catch you? What do they want to catch you for? "asked Yang Ming.
"It's a long story!" Charles was not familiar with Yang Ming, so he didn't say too much. "Are you free? Sit down and have a few drinks together! I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here. "
"Let's go. We have nothing to do anyway." Yang Ming nodded and said.
So, the three of them entered a small bar on the side of the road, found a small private room, and sat down.
"Charles, now you can't deny it, right? Do you have an industry in Europe? "asked Wang Xiaoyan with a half-smile.
Charles didn't have a surprised expression. After all, when he talked to Yang Ming before, he had already admitted that he had an industry in Europe.
"It seems that you know me very well." Charles did not deny what Wang Xiaoyan said before. "Who are you? I think we seem to know each other by accident. "
"It's really just an accident." Yang Ming said, "However, there is one thing that I don't think I need to hide. If there is no accident, we should be in the same industry."
"Same industry, what do you mean?" Charles was stunned. "You also race?"
"You should understand what I mean." Yang Ming continued, "I'm not a racer, but I'm an assassin."
Yang Ming had learned from Wang Xiaoyan that Charles had no conflict with her. There was no deep hatred between the two, so Yang Ming didn't intend to beat around the bush with Charles. If he wanted to expand an unknown assassin group, in addition to his own strength, he had to work hard to get to know some helpers.
Charles' family was the best helper. It was the third assassin group in the world, second only to the King of Assassins and the Butterfly Family.
To be honest, Yang Ming didn't want to have anything to do with the Butterfly Family in his heart. Yang Ming was a more casual person. He didn't like the kind of life that others arranged for him.
Although Fang Tian was his master, he didn't want to marry a so-called little princess of the Butterfly Family according to his master's wishes. This kind of marriage without love was destined to fail and be a tragedy.
Although the King of Assassins was ranked first in the world, its population was too thin. Except for Fang Tian, who was a general without an army, there were only two people left, Yang Ming and Dong Jun.
Dong Jun was a master thief, not an assassin. Then, only Yang Ming could act. Although he had the title of the King of Assassins, the resources that he could borrow were limited.
Yang Ming could rely on the power of the Butterfly Family. He believed that the Butterfly Family was willing to provide the necessary resources, but the marriage contract had become a thorn in Yang Ming's heart. He didn't want to trouble the Butterfly Family.
The more he owed them, the harder it would be to repay them. In the end, it would be f * cked up if he had to repay the debt with his body.
Therefore, Yang Ming had no choice but to find a third party for help. After Yang Ming knew Charles' identity, he locked his eyes on Charles.
Originally, Yang Ming wanted to find a suitable opportunity to talk to Charles openly after returning to Song Jiang. However, he didn't expect to meet Charles in Europe by accident.
Although this was a bit rushed, since Charles had already seen Yang Ming's existence, Yang Ming also made up his mind and revealed his identity.
"What!?" Charles's face suddenly changed. He didn't expect that Yang Ming was actually an assassin! However, people in the assassin world rarely knew that he was the heir of the family. How did this Yang Ming know?
"Hehe, don't rush to deny it. The reason why I told you so much is that there is no conflict of interest or hostile relationship between us, so we can sit together and talk so much. Otherwise, you would have died long ago. "Yang Ming smiled faintly.
After listening to Yang Ming's words, Charles was obviously disdainful. Although he was committed to the traffic jam business, he had also undergone very strict assassin training since he was a child. Not everyone could kill him just because they wanted to.
"Really?" Charles reached for the wine glass on the table disdainfully, but he suddenly found that the wine glass had disappeared. When he looked up, the wine glass was quietly placed in front of Yang Ming. Charles was suddenly shocked.
When did Yang Ming take the wine glass? Charles didn't notice at all! If Yang Ming did something at this time, then he might be dead now.
Thinking of this, Charles suddenly had a cold sweat. "You … you … who asked you to come?"
"No one asked us to come." Yang Ming shook his head. "I didn't want to see you here. My idea was to find a chance to talk to you in detail after I returned to Song Jiang, but I didn't expect to meet you here."
"What do you want?" Charles looked at Yang Ming nervously.
"Nothing yet. I just want to contact you in this identity." Yang Ming said, "I think we can talk about the specific plan in detail after we return to Song Jiang."
"Do you mean that the two sides cooperate?" Charles was not stupid. He immediately understood Yang Ming's meaning.
"Almost." Yang Ming nodded and said.
"Since you know my identity, then you probably understand my situation!" Charles suddenly smiled bitterly. "I am actually not interested in the career of those assassins. My favorite career is racing! This is my ideal and pursuit. As for the family, I feel bored just thinking about it! "
"I have heard of this." Yang Ming said, "But, are you going to keep going like this? As far as I know, you are the only heir of your family. If you go racing, what will happen to your family? "
Yang Ming's words seemed to hurt Charles' heartstrings. Charles bowed his head in pain. He kept grabbing his hair with his hand, and his face was very painful. "I understand what you said, but … but if I do something I don't like just for the family, I will go crazy. Really!"
Yang Ming looked at Charles's current appearance, and he had some sympathy in his heart. The children of these big families were doomed at birth. In the eyes of outsiders, although they had infinite glory, they had their own difficulties.
They also wanted to have their own life. Charles in front of him was like this, but thinking about it, wasn't Wang Xiaoyan next to him the same? She created the world's number one assassin organization. Wasn't it a tool for her family to compromise with her?
"I know, but everyone has their own responsibilities! This is decided at birth. There is no way to avoid it. "Yang Ming sighed and said.
"The person in the tea room just now is my father. He asked me to go back in the name of matchmaking, but I know that he wants to catch me and put me under house arrest. I won't be fooled!" said Charles.
Charles's words made Yang Ming slightly stunned. He didn't expect the old man in the tea room to be Charles' father. This family is really dramatic. The father calculates the son, and the son calculates the father.
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