Mr. Xiao, your wife is back

Hope Death

Xi Tian calmed her down, “Don't worry, Madam. Clean up traffic with just one call.”

When Su Jin saw a heavy bicycle crawling towards them, he typed in his words, “No time—too urgent. I have to go now. Please, please pay that person for what happens next. ” He pushed the door open, which blocked the motorcyclist.

Seeing that it was a stunning looking girl standing in his way, the cyclist took off his helmet and gave him the most pleasant smile. "Hi beautiful. I'm seeing you've stopped me because you might want my attention. Want to come out with me?”

Stupid, thought. His needle was ready beforehand, and he immobilized it, pulled it from the bike, and took his seat with his helmet. He turned the handle, and he went next, leaving the cyclist on the ground, still confused.

After he recovered, he glared with wide eyes at the barely visible bicycle, shouting, “Gosh! B*tch stole my favorite vehicle in broad daylight!”

Xi Tian got out of the car and looked at the wailing and angry young man, his hair dyed in rainbow colors. "Master Ho?"

The young man was the son of the prestigious House of the Four Noble Families, and now, he was acting like a grumpy kid whining in the supermarket.

When the boy heard Xi Tian's voice, he struggled to stand up and started to complain, “Master. Butler, you're here on time. Hurry along! We have to catch that little sl*t. He ran off on my bike—my favorite bike! I just got it from abroad—limited edition—worth 2.5 million! I don't care what it takes. You have to help me get him! I'll break his leg, then his arm next. The thief will learn from him!”

He wiped the tears and mucus from his face and continued, “Master. Butler, what did I ever do that he stole my stuff? He has a death wish!"

Xi Tian directed his eyes at the place the boy pointed at, and he saw Su Jin's silhouette that disappeared—is it him? Su Jin's?

Moments after recovering from his shock, Xi Tian took out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a check for 2.5 million. The young master did not determine its value, but it was already close enough. “Don't be too angry, Mr. Hou. Why don't you take that check and get another one that's equal to his money?”

“Isn't this the price you suggest? Anyway, please, keep the check. I have more important items, so I'll excuse you first. Goodbye, Mr. Hou.”

While holding the check, Hou Hao calculated the zero again—yah, he should have asked for more.

…

As Su Jin drove his bike to the clubhouse near the school, he saw Yu Haiyang standing protectively in front of a fragile yet familiar figure. A gang told them to circle, yell and beat them. Blood was everywhere in Yu Haiyang.

Turning on the engine, Su Jin pointed his bike towards the crowd. The gang leader had his men spread out before he could even hit them. He grinned, letting his bike stop in front of Yu Haiyang, and gestured for him to ride.

Yu Haiyang could not see the features under the helmet, but he was sure they were here to save him. He narrowed his eyes, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips before pushing the girl behind him to Su Jin. "Bring him up and go."

It lit a fire of rage inside the criminals, and once again, they ran forward for the second round. “Come, kids. There's no way we're gonna let that biker take that chick. ”

"What are you waiting for?" yu Haiyang shouted. "Go! I'll protect you.”

Su Jin frowned. Covering what exactly? They were not in the Hollywood film—the thugs were very serious in taking their lives. Why can't he see that?

He looked over his shoulder to study the girl. He thought he had guessed wrong at first, but it turned out that Yu Haiyang was defending Su Xue.. Why are they even together? Why do things take a turn?