Chapter 67: Tired of Living?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The owner of the motorcycle ca back to his senses. He looked in shock at the back of the thief who was speeding off. He could only see the butt of his motorcycle. He imdiately covered his chest and cried.
“This damned vixen actually dares to rob in broad daylight. That’s my prized motorcycle.”
“Mr. Gong?” Qin Tian got out of the car and looked at the handso young man who was holding his chest and crying.
Wasn’t this the young master of the Gong family, one of the four major aristocratic families in the capital? Why was he sitting here crying so sadly?
When Mr. Gong heard Qin Tian’s voice, he imdiately raised his weak and numb hand and pulled Qin Tian’s hand as he complained furiously.
“Mr. Oin, you ca at the right ti. Hurry up and help catch up to that little vixen who robbed of my motorcycle just now.”
He pointed at the motorcycle that was about to disappear out of his line of sight and complained with tearful eyes.
“That’s my prized limited edition motorcycle that I bought from overseas and had just arrived. It’s worth over 2.5 million yuan.”
“Mr. Qin, you have to help catch this robber. If I catch her, I’ll break her legs and chop off her hands…”
Mr. Gong cried bitterly as he rubbed his short colorful hair in exasperation.
“Tell , why must she rob of my motorcycle?”
“Do you think she’s tired of living?”
Hearing this, Qin Tian hurriedly looked in the direction that Mr. Gong was pointing at. He suddenly saw Ye Caitang’s back view that was about to disappear out of the line of sight, and his eyes widened in shock.
Madam?
Qin Tian’s shock lasted for a second before he schooled his shocked countenance and silently took out a check from his pocket. He quickly wrote a check for 2.5 million yuan and gave it to Mr. Gong.
After all, Mr. Gong had said this figure just now.
“Mr. Gong, don’t cry. Take this check and buy another one.”
Gong Minghao reflexively took the check that appeared in front of him. When he saw the amount on it, he suddenly glared at Qin Tian angrily.
“Mr. Qin, are you calling a fool?”
“No, didn’t you say this was the price of the motorcycle?” Qin Tian quickly explained gently.
Gong Minghao: ‘
“Take the money. I still have sothing on. I’ll make a move first.”
Seeing that the streets had cleared up a lot, Qin Tian patted Gong Minghao’s shoulder and said politely. He imdiately turned around—got into the car— and chased after Ye Caitang.
Gong Minghao: ‘
If he had known that Mr. Qin was such an arrogant bully, he would have said three million.
At the Seymour Club near the school.
Ye Caitang rode on a heavy motorcycle. When she arrived, she saw Gu Junyi protecting a familiar weak figure. He was being beaten up by a group of people with iron rods and baseball bats.
The front of Gu Junyi’s white sweatshirt had already been dyed red by blood.
Seeing this, Ye Caitang imdiately stepped on the accelerator. With an ear-piercing roar, she rushed towards the crowd surrounding Gu Junyi.
“If you don’t want to die, get out of my way.”
The delinquents who were holding their weapons looked at the approaching vehicle and imdiately warned their companions vigilantly.
Ye Caitang looked at the crowd that suddenly dispersed and the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction.
With a beautiful tail brake, she placed one foot on the ground and stopped the motorcycle in front of Gu Junyi before hinting with her eyes.
Get in the car.
Although Gu Junyi could not see the face of the owner of the motorcycle, he understood Ye Caitang’s hint at a glance.
He narrowed his beautiful eyes and slowly raised his slender hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth..
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