The guy was straightforward and turned to leave, but as he walked, he kept looking back to watch the driver's movements. Just a few steps away, a passenger got into his car.
“Hehe、、、、、” Hunched down and moved to the back of that taxi. With a slight flick of his right hand, a Tiger Tooth tactical knife appeared in his grip, and the blade gleamed darkly, clearly coated with some kind of paint, no wonder the airport security hadn't found it. The moment the car started, he stabbed viciously into the rear tire.
“Pssh” the sound of air leaking from the tire came, and this guy flicked his right hand again, and that tactical knife suddenly vanished. He swayed his body, merged into the crowd, hid at a distance and watched the driver get out of the car, then heard him cuss up a storm： “Who the hell is so damn rotten, if I find out who did it, I'll skin him alive.”
“Hehe！！！ Damn, Shanghai taxi, you think you're so tough, huh, refusing to take me.” This bastard was muttering with schadenfreude when his shoulder was gently tapped, “Hey！ You're done for, you pervert, I saw everything.” The guy spun around suddenly, and the girl he'd bumped into earlier was standing behind him, looking at him with a smug expression.
“Pervert！ As long as you do me a favor, I won't report you, deal？”
“Tch！ Brat, daring to threaten me, then go ahead and report, do you think I, Yang Luo, am afraid of you？”
The girl's eyes darted around wildly, and suddenly she opened her mouth to shout： “Hey!!! Mmm!!! Mmm!!!!”
Yang Luo saw the situation was going south, clamped his hand over the girl's mouth, smelled her tempting body scent, took a deep breath, and grinned lewdly： “Little girl！ Do you believe I'll push you down and have my way with you right here.” The girl, who had been struggling desperately, stopped moving and blinked rapidly at him.
A chilling aura suddenly burst from Yang Luo, though it vanished quickly, making it feel like an illusion.
Yang Luo let go of the girl and raised his hands, “Bro！ Put that thing in your hand away, careful it doesn't go off by accident.”
A cold voice sounded from behind： "Kid！ You've got some nerve, daring to harass my young lady."
The girl glanced at Yang Luo： "Tianlang, tie him up."
"Yes, miss."
At this moment, a stretched Mercedes slowly drove up ahead. Seeing the car, the girl's face changed and she lifted her leg to run. The man called Tianlang behind her suddenly dashed over and blocked the girl, "Miss！ President Bei wants you back." Yang Luo put down his raised hand but didn't leave; instead, he stood not far away to watch the commotion.
A woman in her thirties got out of the car, with a neat ear-length bob and an icy expression. Standing nearly 1.7 meters tall, she wore a black business suit, long shapely legs in black stockings, and black high-heeled sandals. Her perfect figure, combined with her delicate face, made Yang Luo, that beast, drool. Especially her dignified aura, which set every man's heart racing.
This woman was Bei Yinyao, the board chairwoman of Shanghai Bei's Group, one of the four great beauties of Shanghai.
"Tongtong, come back with me." Bei Yinyao said as she walked up to the girl.
Tongtong said, "Auntie！ I'll go back, but I refuse to go abroad."
Bei Yinyaao rare showed a smile; if the men pursuing her saw this, they would be overjoyed. So, Bei Yinyao could smile too, and when she did, she was even more charming.
Bei Yinyao lovingly stroked Tongtong's hair, "Silly girl！ If you don't want to study abroad, then don't. What were you running for? Do you know how worried I was? If something happened to you, how could I explain it to your deceased mother?"