This naturally noble blue-eyed youth shocked Ben Shaming at that mont.
The street thugs, who were also equally taken aback, imdiately called on their friends, summoning many comrades. The situation on the street suddenly evolved into twenty or thirty people besieging the blue-eyed youth.
He had done very well, almost unbelievably so, but what he miscalculated was the opponent rallying allies, changing the balance of power.
Ben Shaming sighed lightly, stood up for the first ti, and walked out from the darkness, eting his deep blue gaze.
That night, Ben Shaming first displayed his calmness, ruthlessness, and wisdom to Jas.
Although there were twenty or thirty of them, it was really unnecessary to fight all twenty or thirty at the sa ti.
That night, Ben Shaming focused on the biggest figure, ignoring everyone else, and strode forward, pulling out a thin blade hidden between his fingers, slitting the person’s throat.
The blood gushed out, but not enough to be fatal. Ben Shaming was an assassin; he knew precisely the subtle difference between deadly and intimidating in his grip.
The blood spraying continuously from the throat, however, was enough to scare the pack of small thugs who only knew relying on numbers to rampage the streets. They ignored Jas and gathered around, screaming like ghosts.
Ben Shaming, with cold eyes, looked at them one by one. Among the twenty or thirty, not a single one dared to step forward again.
Ben Shaming walked towards them, and they all retreated, making way for him.
Ben Shaming was also splattered with blood, his shoes the sa, and so he walked a path of bloody footprints toward Jas, then stood before him, eting his deep blue eyes.
At that mont, even though Jas had been beaten down on the ground, his blue eyes remained calm. He smiled at Ben Shaming, "I already saw from the start that you are different from them."
It turned out that from Jas’s first night on the street, he had seen him, noted him.
Ben Shaming smiled, wiped his bloody hands on himself, and reached out to Jas.
The two youths clasped hands, and for the following fifteen years, they walked together.
In the anti, Ben Shaming took down the Old Buddha for Jas; in return, Jas funded the French police to dismantle the family gang controlling Ben Shaming.
From then on, their world was left with only each other.
"Of course, I have to care," Ben Shaming t Jas’s eyes, "I’ve cared for fifteen years, and I’ll keep caring. I know you like adventure, and I won’t stop you from taking risks, but there’s one condition: you have to take with you. This way, if there’s danger, I can be in front of you in ti."
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The chilly night wind on the helipad all rushed into Jas’s blue eyes.
He laughed, with sothing bright glistening in his eyes.
He bit his cigarette and patted Ben Shaming on the shoulder, "It’s because you think this way that I don’t tell you."
This journey to Asia was unpredictable. The ard forces of several major countries had stationed themselves for encirclent but hadn’t gained much advantage, and on his own, no one dared to say he wouldn’t attract attention from the local ard groups.
Ben Shaming, gazing at him in the night, swallowed back the words that had already reached his lips.
He was actually worried that Jas’s unannounced trip was only related to that woman, Tang Yanjian.
"Unfortunately, even if you don’t tell , I still found out." Ben Shaming turned and tossed the keys to one of Jas’s n, then stepped towards the gangway, "Since you must go, I can’t stop you, so I’ll go with you."
The plane took off, and Ben Shaming nodded to the tense bomb designer sitting in the cabin.
But his heart sank: it turned out, in Jas’s mind, his own brother ultimately weighed less than a little girl?
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The following days were the most difficult hours for the entire Tang Family to endure.
Their hearts hung in Asia, suspended over the safety of Tang Yanqing and Shi Nian.
On that land where war had completely destroyed all order, gunfire was blind, and there was no justice, everything looked more like a high-stakes gamble with life as the wager. Victory and defeat often arose and disappeared in an instant, unable to be reasoned with conventional experience and logic.
To a certain extent, they had to leave it to fate.
Yan Jian’s life beca even more tumultuous. Not only did she have to wait with her family for her brother’s news, but she also continuously lost people around her: Little Sound also flew away, which she originally knew; but afterward, even the model at school was gone, and then Jas as well...
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