Fast travel: the 101st be

The trip to the banquet was safe and sound, the company temporarily had an important document to be signed, so Ayano took Cheng Yuan back that night.

Xu Jiaming insisted on sending them to the airport for a long time, Ayano never liked this kind of nonsense coming and going, so he refused Xu Jiaming very politely.

The car came out of the elegant and luxurious area of ​​the rich, and plunged into the bustling street with lights and feasting.

It's just that the road gets narrower, the streets more crowded, the houses more dilapidated, the scene more depressing, the street yelling is hard and helpless, the street bullying is absurd and real, chaotic and disorderly.

In just 10 minutes by car, you can read all the differences between the rich and the poor.

"Mr. Ling, it seems that someone is causing trouble in front, and the car can't pass."

Ayano signaled that she was not in a hurry and waited.

There were four people in a car, the driver and another bodyguard were in front, and Ayano and Cheng Yuan were in the back seat, waiting quietly.

The bodyguard talked a lot: "Country Z is so developed, I never thought there would be such a poor and chaotic place."

"It's not." The driver said.

"There are poor people everywhere. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer." Cheng Yuan, who had been looking out the window all the way silently, said something.

Ayano, who was about to close his eyes to rest, looked sideways at his bodyguard.

He said he was a bodyguard, but in fact he didn't look as tall as Ayano, but he was more like a playmate brought out by Ayano.

He remembered the scene in Xu's back garden a few days ago.

After avoiding Ayano's kiss, Cheng Yuan took a step back, neither far nor near, the safest and most comfortable distance between people.

He gave Ayano a respectful and solemn smile, but said something joking, "My life is a pity."

"What's the reason?" The bodyguard's voice brought Ayano's thoughts back to reality. "The more developed the society, the fewer the poor."

"The amount of wealth in society is fixed. What do you think the rich do to get so rich?"

"Rely on wisdom, ability, courage, and a talent for making decisions." Ayano said.

"Wrong, relying on capital, relying on exploitation, relying on excessive expropriation, relying on intergenerational injustice."

"Hate the rich?"

"fact."

"Survival of the fittest is understandable."

"Yes, the law of the jungle, the gift of nature, is beyond reproach. Aya can satisfy the desires of ordinary people better than these people."

"So wealth, capital, and money have become a kind of social order." Cheng Yuan said casually, still staring out the window.

The bodyguard found it interesting, "What does this mean?"

"Look at the man in brown sackcloth kneeling on the ground crying, the man in black in front of him will give him a sum of money to support his family, maybe he has a son who is waiting to be fed, maybe someone is pregnant wife, but he obviously cannot accompany them to grow up together, he needs to take the blame for a rich man, go to jail, or even accept the death penalty.”

The bodyguard laughed loudly, "It's interesting to make up your story. Why don't you say that this man owed money and was chased by the creditor? He's crying and begging for mercy."

"It's all the same. I mean, there are one group of people in the world who can easily decide the life and death of another group of people."

"It's so absolute," said the bodyguard, "They're all human, they're all carbohydrates, they'll die if they get punched, knives, or guns, won't they resist?"

Cheng Yuan smiled, staring at the commotion in front of him, as if admiring a piece of art, "Of course they will, even the weakest people will explode when they are enslaved to a certain threshold."

As soon as Cheng Yuan finished speaking, there was a riot ahead.

The gangsters in the vicinity stopped the foreign brand-name cars going to the airport along the road, trying to blackmail them because of the large number of people, but the local government didn't care, because they robbed the property of foreigners.

If you meet a soft-tempered one, give it a little and it will be over, but if you meet a tough-tempered one, you will inevitably have a fight.

The bodyguard frowned, knowing that their group was obviously also the target of these gangsters.

Ayano opened his eyes at this time, and looked at the farce in front of him indifferently.

With real swords and sticks, the scene was once very chaotic. The civilians had already gotten used to it and retreated one after another, leaving only two hostile waves of people on the street.

Sure enough, after a while, several people came to them with sticks and started smashing the car.

The driver hadn't seen much of the world, and was a little flustered at the moment. The violent bodyguard had already rushed out to fight, but the two people in the back row were as calm as mountains.

Ayano glanced at Cheng Yuan, who was standing still beside him, and said calmly, "I remember I brought two bodyguards."

"I'm afraid I'll hurt myself, Ling will always feel bad." It's like not remembering those two steps back in the back garden that day.

"Not everyone is suitable for playing the game of pretending to be Meng Lang."

"Mr. Ling is definitely not talking about me."

Cheng Yuan just finished speaking when the car window next to Ayano was smashed.

Cheng Yuan gave Ayano a hand, went out from his car door, and began to perform the duties of a bodyguard.

Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and Ayano knew that he would not be spared, so he didn't panic, he just felt irritated, today's clothes are not suitable for violence.

He knocked down some people, and other people with sticks followed immediately. Fortunately, they were only sticks, and there were no lethal weapons such as knives or guns, and the wind was not lost during the trip.

The moment Ayano kicked one person out and turned around, a cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he was close at hand.

A man with a knife came in while he was in the chaos, with a clear goal, and the knife pointed directly at his heart.

Ayano had no time to dodge, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

The man's knife didn't touch Ayano, but he wiped Cheng Yuan's arm hard. He looked down at the short knife stuck in his chest, and looked up at Cheng Yuan who was walking like a ghost in disbelief. He couldn't figure it out. Why is this person so fast, and the angle of the knife insertion is so quick and precise.

The alley siren sounded at the right moment.

Cheng Yuan, who was in self-defense, was acquitted and was taken back to the country by people sent by Ayano the next day.

The dead person was undoubtedly a desperado that Xu Jiaming had found, but there was no proof of death, and Ayano could not trouble Xu Jiaming.

After Ayano and Ak finished their explanation, they looked at Cheng Yuan outside, who seemed to have fallen asleep in the rattan chair.

"Go ahead and call Cheng Yuan in."

"Yes."

Cheng Yuan came in with a yawn, "It's been five o'clock in the morning until now, and it's hard to get a good night's sleep, and Mr. Ling won't let you?"

"Something else happened temporarily."

"Hmm, nothing is more important than that poor kid picked up in the gutter."

Ayano looked up at him, and was about to speak, when K suddenly came back and knocked on the door.

Cheng Yuan thoughtfully, retreated to the side and took a random stool to sit on, lying on Ayano's table and playing with the small ornaments on his table, like a bored child who was taken to an inappropriate place by an adult.

"Come in."

"Mr. Ling, Ling Yang had an accident at school."

"injured?"

Ah K originally wanted to say yes, it was quite serious, but his eyes fell on Cheng Yuan who was on the side, and remembered that there were several bone wounds on his arm, but at this moment this person was sitting here as if nothing had happened.

Even though they are about the same age, the fate of people is really different from person to person.

"Ahem, my knee is scratched and my shoulder is dislocated, not too serious."

"understood."

Ayano then gave instructions on how to take care of Ayano in detail.

But Ak's mind was not on Ayano's words, and he couldn't help but turn his eyes to Cheng Yuan.

"Understood, President Aya, I'll do it now."

Ah K left, and Cheng Yuan, who was lying on his stomach, got up and held his chin, "It's uncomfortable, the skin was scratched and dislocated, and ICU was almost arranged. My arm with bones, Mr. Ling didn't even ask."

"There's no need for your arm to be injured. You can dodge at that angle. You deliberately bumped into it to give a reasonable excuse for 'justifiable self-defense'."

"It's true that you hurt your muscles and bones. It seems that it doesn't hurt if you bump into it on purpose. It hurts much more than the little injury your baby Lingyang suffered."

"Do you want to compare with Lingyang?"

"It's not like Mr. Aya doesn't know about seeing him all the time."

"I advise you not to touch his mind."

"What a coincidence, Xiaoyu has reconciled with him recently."

Ayano looked at him with increasingly dangerous eyes.

Cheng Yuan laughed, indicating that he was joking.

"So what did President Aya call me here today?"

Ayano handed the document in his hand to Cheng Yuan to read.

"Five years ago, a professional killer appeared in City A. His sword skills were immature, and based on the existing clues, it could only be inferred that his figure was relatively thin, but he was ruthless and ruthless. The person has not been captured so far, and with the passage of time, 'Child's' anti-detection capabilities and technological advancements in solving crimes have increased at the same time, so far 'Children' has hardly found any clues."

Cheng Yuan's hand that turned the page paused.

"I was fortunate enough to see the corpse of a 'child' who committed a murder. The knife technique is immature, but the wound is unique. At the beginning, it may be due to lack of strength. It takes two strokes. The wound is an inverted triangle. Afterwards, it may be because of habit, so the 'inverted triangle' ’ wounds are almost a hallmark of ‘children’.”

Cheng Yuan turned over the last page, which was all the information about the 'child'.

He smiled and looked up.

"So what does Aya want to say?"

Ayano leaned back and crossed her hands, "Your value is greater than I imagined."