Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"Boss, are you trying to stab me to death?"

Gao Yang took Su Wanqing's hand and laughed heartily, showing no distress at all because of their current predicament.

Su Wanqing then realized what was happening, regained her senses, and sheathed the dagger.

"Boss, we're almost out the door."

As soon as Gao Yang finished speaking, he suddenly gripped Su Wanqing's hand tightly, pulled her forward, and the two of them passed through the small door, quickly rushing out of the alley while hugging the wall.

The evening breeze suddenly rushed into her collar, blowing the stray hairs at Su Wanqing's temples wildly.

He held her hand in his palm; his hand wasn't particularly large, but it was exceptionally steady, warm, and strong, completely different from the slightly trembling shoulder he had shown when he took the beating for her earlier.

She noticed that Gao Yang had more wounds on his body, which must have been from the fight with those two men.

Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and her cheeks began to burn. She quickly lowered her head to hide the unnatural blush.

She is 24 years old this year. Since she grew up, she has been used to giving orders, being supported, and being flattered.

However, this was the first time I had ever been so fiercely protected and desperately led away by a young man I had only recently met.

This feeling is not bad.

"Chase them! Chase them quickly!"

Behind them, the group of thugs relentlessly pursued and attacked.

The leader was named Scarface.

At this moment, Scarface was truly enraged.

"Damn it, she got away with such a good opportunity."

He casually spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, his strength undiminished, and swung the steel pipe straight at the two men.

"You little brat, you dare cause trouble on my turf?"

The steel pipe swung down, and a fierce wind howled.

"Boss, watch out!"

In a moment of desperation, Gao Yang pushed Su Wanqing forward and grabbed a short stick he had snatched, using it to block the attack.

"clang!"

A tremendous vibration reached Gao Yang's palm.

"What?!"

Gao Yang was shocked, his palms went numb, and the short stick fell to the ground with a clatter.

He never expected that the thug would use such great force.

"Remember this, the guy who killed you is called Scarface."

Scarface, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, spoke arrogantly.

Gao Yang felt his arms were shaking so badly that he couldn't lift his weapon. He could only continue to flee with Su Wanqing.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, growing heavier and heavier.

"We're about to be caught."

"Boss, they've already run ahead, so they won't dare to chase after you. You run first, I'll hold them off for you."

Sweat soaked Gao Yang's tousled hair, and only then could Gao Yang truly not smile.

I don't know if I can escape.

He looked at Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing looked at him, and after a moment, nodded.

They ran frantically toward the alley entrance.

At this moment, a group of people appeared and blocked the entrance to the alley.

It’s over.

Gao Yang's heart sank to the bottom.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, no matter how strong he is, he has no chance of escaping.

Am I really going to die here today?

Is there really no way to reach the top?

Isn't there any chance to get revenge on that damn ex-girlfriend?

It seems there's really no other way.

His eyes glazed over.

Behind them, Scarface, seeing this, mocked again, "Hahaha, don't struggle, kid. After I beat you to death, I'll drag you off to sell hooks."

"And Su Wanqing, aren't you so awesome? Show me how awesome you are."

Scarface opened his mouth, his tongue swaying from side to side, looking like a smug little devil.

Indeed, this makes it like catching a turtle in a jar.

His steel pipe was pointing at Gao Yang.

"Come on, run, run one more time so I can see."

The neon lights flashed, casting a blue glow on everyone's faces, eerie and cold like the light from hell.

Gao Yang shielded Su Wanqing behind him, his face grave. This time, it wasn't just a simple delay.

However, as if sensing something, Su Wanqing turned around and glanced back.

She let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed completely.

"It's alright, Gao Yang."

She said slowly.

Gao Yang didn't hear clearly, turned his head to the side, and his gaze remained fixed on Scarface.

"What did you say, boss?"

"I said it's nothing, Qian Liu is here."

"Who is it, Qian Liu? Oh, it's Brother Qian!"

Gao Yang turned around abruptly and saw Qian Liu walking slowly towards them against the light, leading a large group of men and carrying steel pipes.

"You did a great job. Now take the boss away."

Qian Liu's words carried a hint of admiration. On his territory, with a woman who had little fighting ability, it was truly impressive that they had managed to hold out until now against such a large group of people.

"Then be careful."

Gao Yang nodded heavily and led Su Wanqing away from the alley entrance without looking back.

Behind them, shouts and sounds of fighting rose and fell.

Tomorrow, most people in Yicheng will go to work as usual and will not notice any special changes in this old city. Only the most outstanding people will realize that the landscape of Yicheng will begin to be rewritten tonight.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Gao Yang anymore.

"Boss, the food's on the table. Please use it yourself."

Gao Yang brought Su Wanqing back to the dormitory, and the extra woman made the single room a little crowded.

On the chair by the bathroom door, the white dress was neatly folded, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

Gao Yang sat on the sofa, gazing at the night view outside the window, unable to get his mind back on track.

Please, a woman, and your boss at that, is taking a shower less than ten meters away from you right now. Can you resist?

His mind involuntarily conjured up images of Su Wanqing's graceful figure and stunning beauty.

A moment later, he suddenly realized that if Su Wanqing stomped her foot, Yicheng would tremble. What was he doing? He was asking to be dragged out and fed to the fish!

Gao Yang shook his head, quickly trying to banish those images he couldn't see.

"What are you thinking about?"

Su Wanqing's voice rang out at just the right moment.

Gao Yang looked over instinctively.

A stunningly beautiful woman slowly emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing pajamas, and her hair was wet and smelled pleasantly fragrant.

Su Wanqing sat barefoot on the bed, holding a towel, and turned her head to wipe her hair, revealing a patch of snow-white skin on her neck.

"咕嘟"

Gao Yang felt his mouth was dry and a surge of anger rose within him.

He subconsciously swallowed. "Boss, when are you going home?"

Su Wanqing paused in drying her hair and looked up at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze and looked away.

"I'm not going back today, I'll sleep here with you."

Su Wanqing's voice was faint, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or sad.

She picked up the beer from the table and gulped it down.

Gao Yang felt like the sky had fallen. What kind of situation was this? What kind of development was this? He was the one who drank the wine!

"Delicious!"

A faint blush appeared on Su Wanqing's face.

Her eyes were glazed over, and she stood up unsteadily.

"What's wrong? I feel a little dizzy."

She muttered something, covered her head, and shook it.

The next moment, she felt her legs go weak and she stumbled forward, falling right into Gao Yang's arms.

"Wow, it smells amazing!"

"No, boss, don't touch me like that!"