Chapter 1197
, 6th Anniversary of Yiyuan Hall: Pray for your mother!!!
Cui Ming looked down at his stained clothes and frowned slightly.
The fabric clung to my body, dirty and sticky, making me feel uncomfortable all over.
Cui Ming immediately took off his clothes.
The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, as he casually tossed the dirty clothes onto the ground.
no way
It was so uncomfortable; the sticky fabric wrapped around my body made it hard to even breathe.
In an instant, Cui Ming noticed that many eyes were on him.
All eyes fell on him, some with curiosity, some with amazement, and a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
The majority of them are women.
Many of the female staff members present, as well as female employees passing by, had their eyes glued to Choi Myung, unable to look away.
so.
Misato and the others moved almost simultaneously.
Misato and the others have started their food-guarding mode!
Miri quickly stepped forward and stood directly in front of Choi Myung, hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the surrounding women warily, like a little animal protecting its cub.
Ritsuko and Naoko quickly surrounded him, standing on either side of Choi Myung, their expressions indifferent, forming an invisible barrier.
Zeppelin leaned gently against Cui Ming's side, a faint warning smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping over the prying eyes.
Yui Ikari made no extra movements, but simply gently pulled Choi Myung's arm and drew him closer to her, her eyes gentle yet filled with an unyielding determination.
Misato, Ritsuko, Zeppelin, Naoko, and Yui Ikari all surrounded Choi Myung.
The five people worked together seamlessly, protecting Cui Ming in the middle and shielding him from all prying eyes.
This confirmed the suspicions of those around them.
Cui's fate is not simple.
The fact that these women, each with their own unique charm and seemingly unapproachable nature, would protect him in this way shows that he is no ordinary person.
Some people subconsciously tiptoed over Miri and the others to look at Choi Myung, who was being protected in the middle.
Look at that battle-hardened body.
Cui Ming's body was covered with scars of varying depths, each scar like a mark of battle, etched on his firm and smooth muscle lines.
Those were the marks left by years of battles, tough and powerful, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.
hiss.
Many people around gasped in astonishment, their eyes filled with amazement.
Such a powerful physique clearly indicates that he has experienced countless life-or-death battles.
So many women like this guy, they really aren't envious.
One male staff member muttered to himself: If it were him, he probably wouldn't even have the right to get close to one of them, let alone be protected by so many at the same time.
Moreover, Cui Ming himself has a powerful aura, and that cold and decisive demeanor is inherently attractive.
Surrounded by them, Cui Ming paused for a moment, then a barely perceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes.
He gently patted Yui's hand, then looked at Misato and the others' wary expressions, and said helplessly, "It's okay, let me go back and take a shower quickly."
In truth, Cui Ming himself didn't care that much.
Being glanced at a few times is nothing to him; it doesn't bother him at all.
He never cared about other people's opinions, let alone those insignificant strangers.
But now it seems there's something I need to be concerned about.
He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the gazes of the women around him, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.
No, the way the women around me are looking at me is a little scary.
There was amazement, greed, and some eyes that burned as if they wanted to devour him alive, making him even more uneasy than the monsters he had encountered before.
Thinking about it carefully, that makes sense!
Given the current situation...
With apostles and monsters taking turns to invade, people are filled with fear and panic. It's a miracle that human society hasn't collapsed.
People live in constant fear, and when they see a man with a strong presence and a tall, upright figure, they inevitably receive strange looks.
Forget it, let's go home!
Choi Myung was too tired to deal with those stares anymore, and he didn't want Miri and the others to keep protecting him so tightly. He gently pushed away the people surrounding him, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible helplessness, and hurried towards the exit.
Seeing this, Miri and the others quickly followed, still standing in perfect unison beside him, blocking the prying eyes.
Meanwhile, on the other side, at Rokubun Gigendo.
The ambulance was driving smoothly down the street, and the cabin was quiet except for the ticking of the instruments.
Lying on the stretcher, Rokufen Gigendo's eyes remained closed, his face as pale as paper, and faint traces of blood still seeping from the wound on his forehead.
While he was in the ambulance, the back door of the ambulance suddenly opened without warning.
Without any warning, the car door was flung open with a bang, and a blast of cold air rushed into the warm cabin.
Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang, along with the makeshift hospital bed beneath him, slid down the back door!
"boom--"
With a dull thud, the hospital bed slammed heavily onto the ground, causing Rokubun Gigendo's body to jolt violently.
At this moment, Rokufengi Gendo woke up.
The violent impact, coupled with the lingering pain in his body, instantly jolted him awake from his daze.
His eyes snapped open, filled with confusion and lingering pain.
The world consciousness did it on purpose!
The hidden world consciousness was secretly delighted: "We finally spared your life, how can we let you go to the hospital to recover peacefully?"
If I don't give you a hard time, it would be a disservice to all the bastard things you've done before!
"Aaaaaaaaahh ...
Rokubungi Gendo had just opened his eyes and hadn't even had time to react when he was terrified by a screeching sound of brakes and a roaring engine.
That was so damn exciting!
I had just woken up and my vision was not yet focused when I saw an out-of-control truck rushing wildly toward me, its wheels screeching as they rolled over the ground.
I just woke up and saw a car chasing me!
The truck's headlights were blindingly bright, like two flames devouring everything, getting closer and closer.
Fear gripped his heart instantly, a hundred times more terrifying than being injected with a tranquilizer in the wrong place or being knocked unconscious by Cui Ming's punch.
"Help me!!!"
He mustered all his strength and roared out, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with desperate pleas.
He wanted to move, to get away, but all the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, and could only watch helplessly as the truck approached.
The two doctors who got off the bus with him were now standing to the side, their faces pale and looking somewhat embarrassed.
This is a bit difficult.
The truck was going too fast and the distance was too short; even if they wanted to rush over to save the people, it wouldn't have been in time.
The main problem is that this is difficult to handle.
On one side was an out-of-control truck, and on the other side was a patient unable to move. Going forward would be suicide, but not saving him would seem too cold-blooded.
The two doctors looked at each other, both seeing helplessness and panic in each other's eyes.
One of the doctors gritted his teeth and said to Rokubun Gigendo in a complicated tone, "Sir, pray."
They had no other choice.
"May you be damned!!!"
Rokubungi Gendo trembled with rage, his roar filled with fury and despair.
What kind of time is this to make him pray?
What's the difference between this and letting him wait to die?
He hated it, hated the damned accident, hated the inactive doctors, and hated the world consciousness that was secretly tormenting him!
But there was nothing he could do; he could only watch helplessly as the truck drew closer and closer. (End of Chapter)