Chapter 117 The Eternal Golden Eyes (Second Update)

Chu Zihang discovered that the closer he got to the building where Lu Mingfei lived, the denser the sentries of the men in black became.

All signs are already there.

The targets of these men in black are his junior students.

Chu Zihang will carry the golf bag on his back instead of holding it in his hand.

Those hands were so strong and steady.

He also lowered his eyes.

Schneider, the director of the executive department and his mentor, once said this about Chu Zihang.

"A good blade is very powerful, but it doesn't know how to restrain it and is too easily exposed."

This is Chu Zihang's shortcoming.

His murderous intent is too strong.

Like an unsheathed knife.

Blowing and breaking hair.

It is easy to hurt yourself if you hurt others.

Chu Zihang didn't care about hurting himself.

He just wanted not to scare his juniors.

He didn't lie to Susie either.

Chu Zihang firmly believed in Lu Mingfei's future.

But today's S-Class is just a child.

And he, Chu Zihang, knew what he was.

The eternal golden eyes.

Ah.

Since embarking on that path.

He could never look back.

There is no return.

There is death and no life.

That’s all.

Only then can you release the heart of a lion.

When I went upstairs, there was an old man sitting at the table under the tree, playing chess there.

When Chu Zihang passed by, the originally lively chess game fell silent.

When he went upstairs, the old people just started talking to each other.

"What number are these!"

"Tsk, tsk, that's incredible."

"I see why this young man is so scary!"

"What do you know!"

The Maitreya-like old man smiled and shook his cattail leaf fan.

"Let me tell you," this young man is also a good person.

Several old men nearby were laughing so hard.

"Good people, good people, I just listen to what you say about good people all day long!"

"I'm not telling you that. How old is it? You have to rely on your ID card to rent a house. What's the use of relying on your eyes!"

"Let's not worry about anything else. Just this, the guy on the third floor. I think something is wrong."

An old man lowered his voice and sounded serious.

"Did you see that guy over there? He's wearing black clothes and glasses. He looks like he's not a good person at first glance."

"I see, they are here for the young man on the third floor."

"I went up just now to read the electricity meter."

"Guess what."

Several old men became interested.

"What's wrong?

"Hey, on the third floor, in front of the young man's door, there are two men in black clothes standing on the left and one on the right. They are muscular and scary."

"Go! Go! Go."

The old man waved his cattail leaf fan like a fly.

"My house can be rented to whomever you like. I don't want you to talk too much."

"You are so stubborn!"

The old man reading the meter laughed and cursed.

"As the old saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damn devil with good words!"

Perhaps after talking for a long time, the man picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it happily.

This water was bought by his daughter's distressed father, who said it was convenient. The old man muttered that the thermos cup was very good, so he went out again and picked up a bottle of mineral water. He complained to everyone he met, saying that there was nothing he could do, but his daughter insisted. Let him take him out. The child is older and has his own opinion.

"Let's talk about it first."

The uncle placed a cattail leaf fan.

"You have to keep your empty bottle for me later."

"Heh, I'll give you that again..."

Halfway through his words, the glass window in the corridor on the third floor suddenly exploded.

Debris fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fortunately, we were far away from them and there were no pedestrians in broad daylight, so there were no accidents.

Several old men stared blankly at the broken windows.

You can still vaguely see figures flashing past.

"Is this also a good person?"

"Maybe..."

The uncle said uncertainly.

"It's a wild cat."

The two men in black clothes standing at the door of the third floor were mentioned by the old man before.

At this moment, one was lying on the ground.

The other one was not much better, his hands were cut off by Chu Zihang, and he was pressed against the stairs, unable to move.

Set the time back two minutes.

Chu Zihang held the golf bag, level by level, taking his time.

The two men in black have been notified long ago and are in a state of preparation for war, ready to take action at any time to deal with any enemy.

Then Chu Zihang took action.

A clean kick knocked one person down.

When he landed, the ball bag flew away, and the object in his hand was the sacred sword Murasame.

The remaining men in black struggled with him.

Chu Zihang accidentally broke the glass of the corridor window.

With his punch.

The man in black's pupils shrank.

Chu Zihang withdrew his hand in an instant and controlled this person.

There were pieces of broken glass stuck in the wrists and forearms of his fists.

The bulging muscles exerted force like a tightrope.

The glass made a clicking sound when it was squeezed.

The man in black had big drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

What on earth did he encounter!

Glass stuck in the muscle.

He can still exert force.

Doesn't he... feel no pain at all?

The man in black turned around desperately.

I saw the boy's stern face.

His handsome facial features were as calm as when they first met.

Visible ghost!

The boy's arm is bleeding!

The beads also seemed to fall to the ground.

It's heart-wrenching.

"You're spying on him."

said the boy.

"What?"

The man in black replied subconsciously.

Chu Zihang silently increased his strength.

Little by little.

The glass and the man in black whined at the same time.

The boy's face remained expressionless.

"You're spying on him."

The man in black felt as if his wrist was about to break.

No.

It's powder.

About to be crushed into powder.

Where is the energy to think about the boy's words?

Chu Zihang continued to exert force.

His eyes dimly lit up with golden light.

Those are special contact lenses that the Equipment Department is proud of, and they can't suppress the dazzling golden eyes.

"etc."

Susie said in the headset.

"There's a phone call from the principal."

"catch."

The familiar broad voice of the old man sounded.

With a faint smile.

The man in black felt the force on his wrist become lighter.

he heard the boy say.

"Um."

"Yes."

"I know."

"good."

Finally, the boy said something.

"Goodbye, principal."

The hearts of the men in black are filled with great absurdity.

What did he hear?

headmaster!

Don't tell him, this guy is still a student.

Which school did you come from?

Killer University?

Ended the call.

Chu Zihang let go of the man in black.

"terribly sorry."

He actually apologized.

The man in black who escaped from death

I feel like I may be hallucinating.

Apologize?

Just this devilish boy?

What a joke!

But looking again, it is true that this person was not wrong.

The boy nodded slightly at him, then picked up the ball bag and took out the medical bandage and alcohol sponge.

Chu Zihang pulled out the broken glass piece by piece. He was silent and quiet. His calm and steady movements did not look like he was dealing with a wound. Instead, he looked like he was playing Beethoven's piano music in the golden hall. He was elegant and full of charm. .

After removing the large pieces, there were still more residues that required professional equipment to handle. Chu Zihang didn't care. He opened the alcohol, poured it down boldly, and rinsed the wound.

The ancients used cruel punishments to rub salt into wounds.

The pain caused by alcohol is completely comparable.

Chu Zihang is like an experienced takoyaki master in Hokkaido.

Turn the injured arm back and forth to allow the alcohol to fully rinse.

Finally, wrap the gauze carefully.

He put his clothes back on.

Carefully arrange the alcohol gauze.

He nodded to the man in black who was already dumbfounded.

Ben opened the door and stopped when he was about to enter the house.

"Want to help?"

He gestured to the man in black's purple wrist and said coldly.

The man in black's first reaction was.

Are you finally going to chop off my hands, you devil!

He shook his head quickly and forced out an ugly smile.

"good."

Chu Zihang stepped into Lu Mingfei's house.