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Chapter 550 Underworld (Ask for a monthly pass!)

"Hey, this stinky girl doesn't even wash her clothes."

It was rare for An Zarong not to fall asleep again. He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and threw the girl's clothes into the washing machine. Maybe it was a discovery of his conscience, or maybe he was about to be kicked out. He was surprisingly diligent and cleaned up the house all day. .

"call."

Although the apartment is small, doing housework is really not easy, especially for An Zairong, mopping the floor and cleaning the glass is definitely more laborious than killing people and setting fires.

He sat on the sofa tiredly, exhaled, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the brand-new apartment, and smiled.

"Smelly girl, you are so sloppy, how did you find a boyfriend?"

Girls, mostly like this.

It looks glamorous outside, but when you get home, you may change your face.

Moreover, Quan Shangying worked hard, and he didn't have the energy to clean up when he came back from a busy day, so he habitually kept his clothes and cleaned them together on the rest day.

The electronic clock on the wall has reached five forty in the afternoon.

Counting commuting time, Quan Shangying should be back soon.

After resting for a while, An Zairong, who had been taken care of for a few days, stood up again, took out the remaining beef in the refrigerator, and cooked himself for dinner.

The phrase "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" is outdated.

Most men nowadays can cook, and An Zairong is no exception.

At least the fried steak has a good color and aroma, much better than Quan Shangying.

"Clap."

The gas hob is switched off.

After finishing the work, An Zairong glanced at the electronic clock.

It's almost 06:30.

It stands to reason that at this point, Quan Shangying should have returned.

An Zairong washed his hands, opened the door and went out of the house. In the corridor, through the parapet, he saw Quan Shangying downstairs, and there was a young guy.

The two seemed to have an argument and were arguing about something.

An Zairong, who was on the sixth floor, was smiling, leaning against the wall, condescending, not showing any intention of helping, but enjoying it meaningfully as if watching the excitement.

I couldn't hear what the two were arguing about, but it could be seen that the two didn't reach an agreement, and the quarrel became more and more intense.

The young guy made a gesture to go upstairs, but was stopped by Quan Shangying.

"It's a big crowd, what kind of arrogance is it?"

An untimely sigh sounded.

A young couple in the quarrel raised their heads subconsciously.

Quan Shangying's complexion changed, and he stared at An Zarong, who was leisurely on the sixth floor, with eyes full of anger.

"Damn it, it's none of your business!"

The young guy has a lot of temperament, so he immediately raised his head and cursed.

An Zairong's smile didn't change, he didn't seem to hear anything, and shouted at Quan Shangying.

"Come back for dinner, the steak is cold."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to the house as if nothing had happened, and disappeared on the sixth floor.

He was frank and free and easy, but he cheated others.

The young guy downstairs was startled, then flew into a rage, and turned to stare at his girlfriend.

"Who is he?!"

An Zarong, you bastard!
Quan Shangying was very embarrassed, and she was already igniting An Zarong's bloody scolding in her heart. If she was from China, she must have remembered the story of the farmer and the snake.

"friend."

Quan Shangying pretended to be calm.

"Friend? Why haven't I seen it?"

"Do I still need to report to you when I make friends? Don't make trouble for no reason."

"I made trouble for no reason?!"

The young guy stared angrily, and pointed in the direction of the sixth floor, "There is a man hiding in your room, saying that I am making trouble for no reason, no wonder I have not been allowed to go up..."

"What is hiding a man? Don't talk nonsense! He and I are just ordinary friends. He just encountered some trouble recently. I will take him in for a few days."

Although she has a clear conscience, after all, Quan Shangying also knows that there is something wrong with this kind of behavior, and her tone gradually weakens.

The young lad is more imposing.

"Then why didn't you say it just now?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood."

Originally, she was very tired after a day of work, but Quan Shangying felt even more upset now and didn't want to continue arguing.

"You go back first, we'll talk again in two days."

But at this time, let alone this hot-tempered young man, any man would probably not leave.

"Let go!"

He broke away from Quan Shangying.

"what are you doing?!"

Quan Shangying couldn't stop it at all.

The angry young guy didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator anymore, so he climbed the stairs and rushed upstairs in one go. When he came to the door of Quan Shangying's house, he couldn't help being a little out of breath.

Although young and energetic, but the body does not seem to be in good shape.

The door is wide open.

After panting for a while, the boy stepped into the house with a vicious look.

An Zai was sitting at the dining table grandiosely.

Seeing this, the boy became even more angry.

"Axiba! Do you know who I am? How dare you even snatch my horse?"

An Zairong turned his head, smiled harmlessly to humans and animals, and asked in a friendly yet provocative way: "Who are you?"

"Seba!"

The boy cursed angrily, clenched his fists, and stepped forward with fierce eyes.

"Park Seung-chan!"

Doorway.

Quan Shangying, who hurriedly took the elevator, ran in and almost fell down.

Quan Shangying firmly grabbed her boyfriend's arm, "Calm down!"

"Go away!"

Park Seung-chan brutally pushed her away.

Quan Shangying slammed into the wall with a "bang", showing pain on his face.

Pu Chengcan ignored him, walked up, grabbed An Zai Rong by the collar, and pulled him up from the chair.

"I'm so courageous, I don't want to ask, who am I, Park Seung-chan?"

An Zairong's face did not change, and even the curvature of his face did not change at all.

His eyes drooped, looking at the faintly exposed tattoos under the opponent's neck.

"Underworld?"

Park Chengcan sneered, and said domineeringly, "You're in big trouble."

"Park Seung-chan, I officially inform you that we broke up!"

Quan Shangying, who couldn't bear it anymore, leaned his back against the wall and said loudly.

"Let him go right away! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

Hearing this, Park Seung-chan became more and more jealous.

"Report, I want everyone to see it too, you couple!"

Quan Shangying, who always greets people with a smiling face in the company, can no longer maintain a good attitude at work. Being insulted by her boyfriend in this way, she was so angry that she began to tremble all over.

She didn't know why she chose such a guy.

In addition to good looks, almost nothing.

Don't talk about doing business, and like her father, she likes to gamble, and loves to ask her for money when she loses.

It was the same reason I came here today. It was because it was unbearable that the dispute occurred.

"Get out of here!"

Before, she still held the optimistic fantasy that the other party might turn over a new leaf one day, but at this moment, Quan Shangying has completely given up this whimsical idea.

Bad habits can be changed, but if there is a problem with human character, there is no cure.

Moreover.

When two people are together, the most important thing is trust.

Since you can imagine yourself as that kind of woman, what is the need to be together?

"Let me go? Quan Shangying, I really didn't expect you to be so despicable!"

Dazed by jealousy, Park Seung-chan spoke indiscriminately, without any scruples about the little affection between his lovers, and used extremely mean words.

His insults made Quan Shangying pale. She didn't know whether she was sad or angry, and her lips trembled so that she couldn't speak.

"boom!"

A punch hit Park Seung-chan in the face.

Caught off guard, the guy was hit so hard that his mouth bleeds, and he staggered into the wall.

An Zairong adjusted his collar slowly.

"A lot of nonsense."

Park Seung-chan touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, feeling a little dazed by the beating.

"The knife is here, won't it work?"

The cutlery for the steak is on the table.

An Zairong shook his head, instead of looking at the dazed Pu Chengcan, he looked at Quan Shangying with an ugly expression, and sighed.

"Smelly girl, why did you find such a worthless guy?"

Quan Shangying said nothing.

"Fuck you!"

Pu Chengcan's eyes were tearing apart, and he finally came to his senses. If what he felt just now was the anger of being green, then now it is a complete shame.

He cursed angrily, and swung his fist at An Zairong, but the opponent firmly squeezed his fist.

As a young man, he should have had the upper hand, but in the end, no matter how hard he tried, his teeth were on the verge of gnashing, and his fist seemed to be welded with iron tongs, unable to move.

"Snapped."

Simply neat.

An Zairong slapped his backhand.

Park Seung-chan staggered back, and both sides of his face began to swell.

"Just like you, you dare to call yourself a gangster?"

The physical pain is secondary, the key is the mental blow.

At best, Park Chengcan, who was just a gangster, let out an angry roar, picked up his chair and threw it at An Zairong frantically.

An Zairong's face was flat, and he quickly raised his knees.

"Bang!"

The knee collided violently with the chair.

The seemingly solid chair fell apart in an instant and fell apart in Park Seung-chan's hands.

Park Seung-chan was dazed again.

It seemed that he never expected that An Zairong, who seemed gentle and gentle, would be so vigorous.

As if the pause button was pressed.

The scene of the conflict unexpectedly froze for a while.

"For the sake of the stinky girl, you can go."

An Zairong spoke softly.

Although Pu Chengcan didn't know how cruel the man standing in front of him was, he probably understood how powerful he was at this moment.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

If you continue to fight, you will obviously bring yourself to humiliate yourself.

Pu Chengcan turned around, as if intending to leave, but just when the opponent should relax his vigilance, he suddenly turned around, picked up the steel fork on the table, and stabbed forward with ferocious eyes.

Immediately.

He felt his neck freeze, and the cool touch penetrated the skin of the neck, and instantly spread to the whole body.

As if he had been immobilized, Park Seung-chan froze in place, his hair stood on end, the steel fork stopped in the air, he couldn't help swallowing, and a stream of sweat flowed down his temples.

His eyes moved down in shock.

He saw that a steak knife had been pressed against his throat.

Compared to Park Seung-chan's emotional state, An Zairong's expression was quite peaceful from the beginning to the end, even now, his eyes were indifferent, as if he wasn't the one holding the knife, his arm didn't move, and neither did the knife.

Although it is not as sharp as a professional knife, it is still easy to cut a person's neck with this knife.

Pu Chengcan was no longer fierce as before, he was frightened, and he no longer dared to act rashly.

He had a terrible but real presentiment.

How dare this man kill him!

"stop!"

Quan Shangying yelled, also startled by this scene.

It was true that she hated Park Seung-chan, but she didn't want him to die.

She approached cautiously, also not daring to provoke An Zairong.

"Ouba, put down the knife."

"Didn't you call me uncle?"

"Be careful that you really hurt people!"

Quan Shangying said anxiously.

"He scolded you so much, don't you hate him?"

An Zairong turned his head slightly.

Quan Shangying took a breath and didn't even look at Park Seung-chan.

"I have nothing to do with him. Oppa, can you put down the knife? I know you are angry too, and it's all because of me. I apologize to you."

She whispered softly, carefully comforting An Zai Rong, lest the other party get agitated and lose control of his strength.

"Smelly girl, in this world, kind people will only be bullied."

An Zairong said softly.

"Oppa!"

Quan Shangying yelled coquettishly.

As a boyfriend, this situation is somewhat heart-wrenching, but Park Chengcan judges the situation quite carefully, and dare not let a fart go.

An Zairong smiled slightly and looked at Pu Chengcan for a while.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Obviously the other party wasn't vicious, and he didn't show any malice, but Park Seung-chan felt as if he was being watched by the god of death, and he was so nervous that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

It stands to reason that he has experienced "storms and waves", but he has never experienced this kind of feeling.

"Let's go, don't bother the stinky girl again."

The knife leaves the neck.

But that cold feeling still lingered, making Pu Chengcan feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was chilled, and he could no longer feel any anger.

His face was embarrassed, he didn't dare to say a word, he turned around hastily, and ran out in a race against time, his footsteps fluttered, lest the other party would regret it, like a bereaved dog.

Quan Shangying was ashamed by the other party's unbearable reaction, and at the same time, he was relieved.

"Clap."

The knife was put back on the table.

"Smelly girl, your vision is not very good."

Quan Shangying smiled bitterly, ignoring the words that she didn't want to face.

"I'm sorry. I apologize to you for what he just said."

"Apologizing is useful, what do you need the police for?"

"What do you want?"

Quan Shangying subconsciously stared.

"I suffered a lot of mental damage today, so you have to let me stay here for a few more days."

Quan Shangying rolled her eyes, then sighed, "Okay, I broke up with him anyway, as long as you don't feel the sofa is crowded, you can stay as long as you want."

"You are worried that he will come to harass you again, so you are so kind."

An Zairong teased.

"Ah, uncle, you are so smart!"

Quan Shangying made a look of being guessed.

"The speed of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is really fast. It was Obama just now."

An Zairong smiled and sat down.

"Hurry up and eat, it's going to be cold."

Quan Shangying first put the cracked chair aside, and then sat up, opening a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"Uncle, your skills are so good, you are hiding deep enough."

An Zairong couldn't help but recall the first time he saw this girl.

then.

It was because of these eyes that he was attracted that he let that gambler go for the first time.

That was the first time, and the only time.

"I can hit ten like him."

"Bragging you!"

Quan Shangying didn't take it seriously, and then said with a little worry and curiosity: "Uncle, he is not an easy person to pester. If you hurt him, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

"Not afraid."

"why?"

An Zairong cut the steak with a serious expression, "Because I am a gangster."

Quan Shangying rolled her eyes angrily.

"Cut! Then why did you help me back then? Is there a gangster like you?"

The knife in Rong's hand stopped.

Kwon Sang Young has lowered his head to cut the steak,

"Who asked you to make such a large piece of beef? It's a waste. I plan to eat this beef for a week. This piece is for you, I can't eat so much."

(End of this chapter)