King Crazy Game

Chapter 161 Game (1)

Gu Chen put his hands in his pockets and walked to Wen Yan unsteadily. He leaned forward slightly with his 1.9-meter height and said with a smile, "Zi Cheng and I are different. He is soft-hearted, but I am not."

Hearing this, her green eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and she smiled: "What a coincidence, I don't know how to do it either."

Tang Yuan stood beside Wen Yan, his heart in his throat, staring with wide eyes at the tense situation between the two men.

"In order to experience the new toys, I specially booked this teahouse. I hope you have fun." Gu Chen smiled and made an inviting gesture.

Hearing this, he glanced at him coldly, strode into the teahouse, and Tang Yuan followed closely behind.

Gu Chen smiled frivolously, licked his lips, and said lightly: "It's still a little worse than Zicheng, so I can only make do with it for a while."

As soon as he entered the teahouse, he sat in the main seat, like the host, picked up the teapot and poured tea for Gu Chen: "I like this seat, you can sit anywhere else."

"I can take any seat." Gu Chen raised his lips and sat opposite Wen Yan. "You don't like crowds. There are only you and me in the whole teahouse, and this loyal dog beside you."

Hearing this, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, then picked up the teacup and took a sip: "It's rare to be able to drink such good tea in this season."

"A special toy deserves special treatment." Gu Chen leaned against the chair, his right elbow casually resting on the armrest, his head supported by his fingers, looking dissolute.

Hearing this, she was not affected by his words at all. She glanced at Gu Chen's untouched tea and asked with a smile, "Why are you afraid that I'll put drugs in your tea?"

After saying that, he reached out to pick up Gu Chen's teacup and took a sip. When he was about to put down the teacup, Gu Chen suddenly stood up, held down his hand, and brought the teacup to his lips. His peach blossom eyes curved slightly and he smiled at Wen Yan while drinking the whole cup of tea.

A hint of displeasure rose from his eyes when he heard this. He handed the teacup in his hand to Tang Yuan: "Throw it away, and give me a towel to wipe your hands."

Tang Yuan took the cup with trepidation, and quickly handed a new towel to Wen Yan.

Gu Chen leaned forward slightly without caring, put his elbows on the table, and looked at Wen Yan with a smile, as if he was watching a pet released from a cage.

Hearing this, he continued to drink his tea without moving his brows, as if Gu Chen did not exist.

Tang Yuan watched the two of them sitting quietly for half an hour with sweat on his forehead. His legs were almost shaking, and he just drank his tea leisurely after hearing what was said.

"One, two, three." Gu Chen suddenly began to count quietly, "Four, five, six."

Tang Yuan's face darkened and he immediately moved closer to the words he heard. He reached into his pocket and gripped his pistol tightly, which was in stark contrast to his indifferent expression when he heard the words.

"The master isn't nervous, so why should the dog be nervous?" Gu Chen smiled, leaning back on the chair, leaning his head against it, "I'm counting the time it takes for the drug your master gave me to take effect."

Tang Yuan naturally understood the superb method of drugging upon hearing the words, but he still had some doubts about drugging in front of someone like Gu Chen.

Tang Yuan took a quick glance at Wen Yan and didn't see any instructions from him, so he remained alert.

"Since you knew I would drug you, why did you still drink it?" He put down the teacup in his hand with a forced smile.

"The junior is offering me tea. How can I, as an elder, refuse?" Gu Chen closed his eyes right after he finished speaking.

Tang Yuan looked at Wen Yan in shock. He was not only surprised at when Wen Yan gave Gu Chen the drug, but also surprised that Gu Chen dared to drink it.

Hearing this, he stood up and prepared to leave. Suddenly, Tang Yuan beside him fell to the ground without any warning, and Gu Chen, who was originally unconscious, laughed.

"This way no one will bother us anymore." Gu Chen stood up and quickly flashed to Wen Yan's side. He leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice, "I have taken a lot of medicine in this body. Even the poison developed by your father is just a candy bean to me."

Hearing this, his face darkened and his tone was cold: "I didn't expect that you have a talent for acting."

"To make the game more interesting, this is a necessary skill." Gu Chen smiled and bit his ear. "Although it's not as good as Zicheng, it's okay."

Hearing this, he sneered, "I think so too. Compared with Zicheng, you are indeed not attractive enough."

Gu Chen's eyes narrowed.

"Do you think I can only give you the medicine once?" Hearing this, he took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his ears, and laughed, "Since my king doesn't like the smell of blood, I have to do it myself."

Gu Chen half-closed his eyes, looked at him for a while, and then burst into laughter.

After a while, the teahouse was filled with people.

"It's finally a bit fun." Gu Chen turned his head in horror. His pair of sinister eyes made people's scalps numb and a sense of fear surged for no reason.

Hearing this, he stepped back slightly and sat back in his chair, his emerald green eyes staring at Gu Chen coldly and mercilessly: “I hope you won’t let me down.”

Gu Chen lowered his eyes and stared at him, with a smile evident at the corners of his lips.

In a moment, not only was there a loud noise inside the quiet teahouse, but there were also gunshots outside. The sound of metal was filled with a chorus, and the dazzling flames illuminated the entire night.

A black sports car passed by the "bustling" teahouse, but did not slow down at all, as if the thrilling scene did not arouse any interest in it.

It is rare to find a teahouse with a quiet environment in Jianghe District.

As soon as Fang Shanhai enters the door, he can smell the faint fragrance of tea, as if he is in a quiet tea garden. The wooden tables and chairs exude a natural atmosphere, which complements the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

In a corner of the teahouse, Lin Zicheng, wearing a gold-rimmed painting, was making tea. His movements were skillful and graceful, as if he was performing an art show. He poured hot water into the teapot, and the tea leaves rolled in the water, exuding a charming aroma that made people intoxicated.

Seeing Fang Shanhai, Lin Zicheng made an inviting gesture.

"Mr. Lin, what do you want to talk to me about?" Fang Shanhai sat opposite cautiously.

Lin Zicheng poured him a cup of tea and said meaningfully, "I have heard a little about your story. It is a tragedy that an old man has to send off a young man."

The teacup in Fang Shanhai's hand trembled slightly, and he squeezed out a few words from his tight throat: "It's all retribution."

Lin Zicheng picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips. He blew away the hot air on the surface first, then took a sip carefully. "Since Mr. Fang is so open-minded, I won't waste any more words and will get straight to the point."

Fang Shan frowned and said "hmm".

Lin Zicheng supported his head with his right hand and asked with a smile: "Zhao Xinyi, Fang Jingzhou's biological mother, what happened back then?"

Hearing the name "Zhao Xinyi", Fang Shanhai's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes lost focus, and after a long while he slowly spoke: "When she followed me, she didn't ask for fame or money, she just wanted to be by my side forever. If it wasn't for that accident, she might not have died. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked her to send me the information."

Perhaps it was a secret that had been accumulated for a long time. Fang Shanhai's shoulders were shaking and his hands were tightly holding the teacup, but he couldn't hold back his tears.