[Zuzhou] Silver Blade

The driver was the man who delivered the check to Zhu Zique before. The man's face remained tense, and Zhu Zique curled his lips, keeping a respectful distance from this man.

The sports car they were sitting in was followed by seven or eight cars. Zhu Zique turned his head to look at the rear window glass, and then turned his head to look at the person beside him holding a dagger on the neck of the young marshal of the empire: "We are going where?"

"I can't get rid of them." Ze Fengtuo guessed what Zhu Zique was thinking, and it was impossible for people from the Intelligence Bureau to lose them.

"That's why I asked where you were going." The corner of Zhu Zique's eyes fell on the dagger held by Ze Fengtuo, and the cold light of the blade flashed past, forcing Zhu Zique to move his head back again. Some.

The young imperial marshal who was held hostage did not speak. At the moment when he was pushed into the car by Ze Fengtuo, the young imperial marshal seemed to have lost all emotion and remained expressionless. After 5 minutes, the young imperial marshal returned Without saying a word, Zhu Zique would never think that Yun Baizhou had accepted his fate.

"Go to the Yun Mansion." The driver who hadn't joined the topic said abruptly.

"Sure enough." Zhu Zique should have expected that the speed of this car coming out of the intelligence bureau was not fast, and it hadn't detoured around the trail. Although Zhu Zique didn't know the specific destination, he definitely didn't think they could hold this car hostage. A young marshal of the empire escaped from Cangluo.

"You know and still ask?" Ze Fengtuo raised his eyebrows, a little disgusted by Zhu Zique's knowingly asking.

Zhu Zique only snorted once and was silent again.As a result, the oppressive silence returned in the car. After a while, perhaps feeling bored, Zhu Zique glanced at the man sitting next to him with his back straight, and stuffed the unwarmed check into the cloud from his arms. In the pocket of Bai Zhou's military uniform: "Young commander, thank you very much."

Yun Baizhou looked down at the check that Zhu Zique stuffed in, raised his eyes after a while, and said after a long time, "5000 million, is Boss Zhu willing?"

"Of course I don't want to, but I can't afford to offend the person who wrote me the check, so I will trouble you, Marshal, to return this check for me." Zhu Zique chuckled.

Yun Baizhou said flatly: "Boss Zhu, please give me a good reason."

"Isn't that a good reason just now?" Zhu Zique was not happy, he refunded the money to others, what excuses did he have to find.

"It sucks." It was Lin Yishen who was sitting in the passenger seat who spoke.

"Okay, okay, then I can go back by myself!" Zhu Zique raised his hand and gave up struggling. There are a group of freaks sitting with him in this car. Duck speaks.

Ze Fengtuo chuckled lightly, and the sound fell into the ears of Yun Baizhou who was about to turn his head away. Yun Baizhou raised his eyebrows and said to Ze Fengtuo, "Are you still afraid that I will run away?"

"Are you finally willing to talk to me?" Ze Fengtuo also asked back. Yun Baizhou hadn't spoken all this way, but seeing Yun Baizhou speak at this time, Ze Fengtuo became interested.

"It depends on your mood." Yun Baizhou raised his hand and tapped the dagger on his neck, and stretched out his fingers to lightly bandage the wound, "It's impossible for anyone to talk and laugh happily with this appearance."

Ze Fengtuo curled his lips, Zhu Zique laughed, and then he was stared at by Ze Fengtuo and quickly shut his mouth.

Ze Fengtuo took away the silver blade and said with a helpless smile: "The situation is compelling, there is no other way."

Yun Baizhou frowned: "This seems to be more reasonable for me to say."

Then Zhu Zique's abruptly stopped laughter came from the carriage.

The intelligence agency convoy following the black sports car has already noticed the destination of the sports car, and the leader of the commander told the convoy to slow down, but don't lose track of the sports car that held the young marshal of the empire hostage.

"Are they going to the Yun Mansion?" The driver who was driving asked the boss beside him.

The officer of the Intelligence Bureau had a sullen face, and nodded reluctantly after a long time: "It seems that we have offended a big man."

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel trembled subconsciously, and he swallowed dryly. He hoped that the officer beside him would give an order to go back the same way immediately.

"Then what should we do now?" The driver let go of the accelerator.

"Keep following," the intelligence bureau officer thought for a while, and made a difficult decision, "but don't follow too closely, as long as you can see them, and..." After a few seconds, the intelligence bureau official said Said: "Stop the car before the gate of Yun Mansion, don't follow."

"Yes." The driver sighed silently, but still had to keep up.

The road from the Intelligence Bureau to the Yun Mansion was only about 10 minutes, but the driver seemed to be deliberately driving slowly, and it took nearly 10 minutes to drive to the Yun Mansion.

There was already a row of servants standing in front of the Yun mansion, headed by Yun Ze, the old housekeeper of the Yun mansion.Yun Ze was nearly sixty years old, and he still kept his back straight. When the black sports car stopped, Yun Ze walked steadily towards the black sports car and opened the door for the people sitting in the car.

"Welcome home, young master." Yun Ze said to Yun Baizhou who was sitting in the car with a pale face.

Yun Baizhou was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled silently: "Aunt Ze, can you tell grandma to let me rest before going to see her?"

Before Yun Ze could respond, Yun Baizhou's eyes went dark, and he fell on Ze Fengtuo's body.

"Hey..." Ze Fengtuo immediately took Yun Baizhou into his arms. He felt his palms were wet, and raised his hand to see the dazzling bright red, "Baizhou! Yun Baizhou!"

Ze Fengtuo pressed his chin hard on the overlapping hands, and his chin hurt on the knuckles, but his mind was in a mess.He looked at the people coming in and out of Yun Baizhou's bedroom, and felt that his hands were covered in cold sweat. He couldn't help stretching out his palms. He hadn't wiped off the blood on his palms. It was Yun Baizhou's blood, which scorched people's eyes. pain.

"It's just that he lost too much blood. Instead of blaming himself here, why not cook some pork liver soup for him?" Zhu Zique handed Ze Fengtuo a cup of hot tea. He thought his suggestion was quite good.

Ze Fengtuo took the tea from Zhu Zique and thanked him, but he didn't pay attention to Zhu Zique's teasing.

Seeing that Ze Fengtuo didn't speak, Zhu Zique pouted sullenly: "It's not your fault, it's not that he wanted to kill you first, and you wouldn't do it either." Zhu Zique changed his expression and comforted Ze Fengtuo .

Zefengtuo squeezed the teacup tightly tightly, the hot tea overflowed and landed on the back of his hand, Zefengtuo didn't care.

"I really wanted to kill him at that time." Ze Fengtuo muttered to himself.

Zhu Zique sighed, and cast a deep look at Lin Yi behind him.

"Don't worry about it." Lin Yishen said to Zhu Zique after walking away.

Zhu Zique spread out his hands, with a helpless expression on his face: "Isn't this a good intention of mine?"

"To make an inappropriate analogy, if you kill me, do you think other people's comfort can be listened to?" Lin Yi asked Zhu Zique deeply.

Zhu Zique was startled, dropped the teacup, squeezed Lin Yishen's arm tightly with both hands, lost his laziness, and said seriously: "This analogy is never allowed again, you understand?"

"Okay, I know." Lin Yi replied dotingly.