"Ah~"
Wu Yun let out a soft cry, lodious and enchanting, like the music of heavens.
With that sit, she startled Song Guanchao.
The girl moved too swiftly, and he found himself sat upon again.
He wanted to rise, which would undoubtedly throw her off, but doing so would surely cause her to fall.
In a rush of urgency, Song Guanchao violently shrunk back.
At the critical mont, her delicate body slid down Xiao Song, landing on his thigh.
It was a close call; they nearly set things off accidentally.
However, despite this, the brief close contact allowed her to experience a thrill she’d never felt before.
She murmured softly, her body trembling.
"You, you... why are you dodging!"
Wu Yun, flustered, pounded on his shoulders.
Song Guanchao gave a bitter smile, "Okay, stop ssing around."
"Who’s ssing around with you! I just want you to want !"
"Smack!"
Song Guanchao slapped her buttocks, eliciting a soul-stirring cry from her.
He dared not strike again, knowing a woman in such a state wouldn’t feel the pain, only an abnormal thrill.
"How could I take you in such a desolate place for your first ti?"
Seeing reason wouldn’t work the usual way, Song Guanchao tried a different strategy.
Indeed, upon hearing this, she did not continue.
She hugged Song Guanchao’s neck, looking down at Xiao Song, and said, "Then what about your discomfort?"
"I’ll be fine in a bit."
"But..." she leaned on Song Guanchao’s shoulder, whispering, "I feel uncomfortable too."
Her hips began to move again, her delicate skin grinding against Xiao Song unimpeded, stirring Song Guanchao’s inner excitent, making him want to lift his hips, break through all barriers, and feel her warm embrace.
With a deep breath, Song Guanchao managed to hold back.
He held Wu Yun’s waist, just about to move her away, when Wu Yun said, "I’ll just rub a little."
"???" Song Guanchao was baffled, wasn’t that supposed to be my line?
"No way." Song Guanchao grabbed her underwear and helped her put them on.
He wasn’t so naive boy.
Just a rub.
If the atmosphere really got there, what shouldn’t happen would happen.
The best approach was to nip it in the bud.
Wu Yun pouted, about to speak, when suddenly a car’s headlights turned on in the distance, heading this way.
"That neighbor of yours is coming."
Song Guanchao picked her up, grabbed trousers for her to wear, and zipped up his own pants.
Wu Yun straightened her trousers, touched her buttocks, and found them damp.
She took a mont to regulate her breathing, patted her cheeks, and once the blush had faded, she waved and shouted toward the car, "Brother Shuang, over here!"
The person in the car seed to notice and drove towards them.
But soon, Song Guanchao sensed sothing was off.
There were two vehicles approaching, both vans.
Just delivering so oil, one vehicle would have been enough.
Moreover, Yu Xiaoshuang dealt in second-hand cars, he wouldn’t be driving a van.
He pulled Wu Yun behind him, saying, "It doesn’t seem to be Yu Xiaoshuang."
The vans stopped in front of the bridge pier, the doors opened, and seven or eight n jumped out.
In their hands, they clenched solid iron rods.
Wu Yun was stunned.
Who were these people?
Song Guanchao was baffled too—who were these people?
Judging by their approach, they were clearly targeting him.
But how did they find him?
Only Wu Qiangwei and Wu Yun knew about his car purchase.
How had they found him?
Could it be...
These people had been tracking him?
Song Guanchao guessed that must be the case.
He had left the City Committee distracted, touching Wu Yun’s thigh.
He hadn’t imagined that soone would follow him, so naturally, he relaxed his vigilance.
He was curious, who wanted to attack him?
He had offended many people: Director Qin, Secretary Sun, Yang Yongqiang, Yan Dahai...
Most recently, he had offended Mayor Zheng.
But Song Guanchao felt that it did not resemble the handiwork of these people.
To talk about the recent, like Director Qin and others, they wouldn’t have waited till now if they really wanted to attack him.
Mayor Zheng would be even less likely.
That guy liked to play dirty and had many tricks up his sleeve.
Moreover, with the high-speed rail project entrapnt already in motion, he probably expected him to fail miserably; it seed unlikely he would interrupt that with this sche.
After thinking it through, Song Guanchao still couldn’t co up with an answer.
Forget it, he thought, I’ll just ask after beating them up.
"Stay here, don’t run around."
Song Guanchao instructed before moving forward, but Wu Yun grabbed him, "Let’s run, there are so many of them."
"Eleven people, it’s manageable, the advantage is mine."
Song Guanchao smirked with composure, exuding arrogance.
If this were in the city or it weren’t raining, he would have told Wu Yun to run.
After all, there were indeed many of them, and he worried he couldn’t protect her from getting injured.
But now, it was raining heavily, and they were in a deserted area with the car out of fuel. Running was futile.
Song Guanchao stepped forward and sized them up.
These eleven n were of varying heights; the shortest wasn’t even 1.7 ters, the tallest around 1.78 ters, and they were generally corpulent with twisted and cracked lon faces.
More than half of them had tattoos.
They were from the lower echelons of society.
Such people generally had diocre combat power and fierceness.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have remained nobodies.
In summary: a bunch of weak fighters.
"Take him down!"
These people wasted no words; as one shouted, the rest sward up.
Fighting was actually a battle of wits, and then skills.
With the numbers involved in this lee, at most, only three could get close enough to strike at the sa ti.
With any more people, there would be no room to maneuver their arms and legs, especially since they carried iron rods, which made it easy to accidentally strike each other.
Thus, Song Guanchao didn’t retreat but advanced, charging into the crowd.
He sunk his body, bent his knees, stored up his energy, and burst forward like an arrow off its bowstring.
He targeted one man, delivering a powerful and heavy punch straight to his face, which produced a crunching noise as the man’s nose burst with blood pouring down.
Song Guanchao instantly locked on to the second man.
He ducked to avoid an incoming iron rod from the second man and, in a fluid motion, rose and lifted his elbow to strike his chin.
Another crunch, and the man went down.
Song Guanchao grabbed the fallen man’s iron rod, ducked, and spun in place with his foot as the pivot, swinging the iron rod at the oncoming n’s knees, hitting hard.
With several thudding sounds, three n scread, bending over and clutching their knees, dropping to the ground.
He then grabbed another iron rod, wielding one in each hand, staring down the remaining six n.
These six n were a bit dazed.
It seed they could not comprehend what had happened.
There were eleven of them against one man.
How could five have fallen in just an instant?
They looked at each other, already considering retreating.
"Snap!"
Before they could decide, an iron rod flew from Song Guanchao’s hand, striking a man on the left squarely on the face.
The man was lucky; the broad side of the rod hit him—if it had been the end, the force could have pierced through his face.
The man scread in agony, clutching his face and crouching down.
"Damn!"
Soone cursed, their voice trembling.
"Thud!"
Song Guanchao’s second iron rod also flew out, another man dropped in response.
Only three n were left. Song Guanchao, unard, walked over and asked, "Tell , who sent you?"
"You, you stay away!"
The three n raised their iron rods in a defensive stance, looking at Song Guanchao as if they were seeing a monster.
Is this still a human?
This content is taken from (f)reewe(b)novel.𝗰𝗼𝐦
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