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  The traffic in Beijing is not much better than the Mediterranean, although the weather is very bad, many people still choose to drive their own cars out, in order to avoid the peak hours of commuting, Wu Ming and Shen Yiyi left at 6:30.

  Shen Yiy's school is located in the 4th Ring of Beijing, about 20 kilometers away from her home. For those who have cars, this distance is not considered far at all. Compared to the 1st to 3rd Rings, the 4th Ring also experiences traffic congestion during rush hour, but it rarely gets as bad as causing endocrine disorders.

  But today, for some reason, they were stuck for a whole hour and couldn't move, no matter how skilled Wu Ming's driving skills were. The sky was already bright, and he didn't know when the traffic would clear up. Wu Ming got out of the car in the cold to gather information from passersby.

  He only found out after a dozen listens that it was actually a car accident, but in fact, it was just a small rear-end collision. However, both parties involved were second-generation officials, and neither of them was willing to back down first. As a result, they got into an argument, which quickly escalated into a physical fight. Both of them shouted that they wanted to expose the other's secrets. In short, it had become very difficult for anyone to stop them from exposing each other's scandals.

  One explosion is not as good as a collective explosion, the two young masters are not easy to deal with, even the traffic police can't handle it, they can only helplessly call their friends and companions to form a bomb chrysanthemum team, the situation is still escalating.

  Wu Ming returned to the car with a helpless expression, and the little golden retriever, Lion King, who was enthusiastically playing with his phone, looked up curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing much, two retards blocking the road doing it, feel not enough excitement, preparing to find friends to do group stuff……” Wu Ming said with a mouthful of nonsense, staring at Shen Yiy's explosive blonde hair that was dyed in a bird-like style, and continued: "By the way, which school did you attend? Didn't your teacher have any opinion about dyeing your hair into this weird style?"

  Nong Yiyiyu said with a smile: "I told the teacher that I'm mixed-blooded, so my hair is blonde."

  "Wu Ming's eyes widened and he said: 'You believe in Master?' "

  "The principal believed it, and later all the teachers did too."

  "How is it possible?"

  Shen Yiyang said nonchalantly: "After Shen Jie donated 100,000 yuan to the school as a scholarship, they believed it."

  “…………”

  Unconsciously, another hour passed, and the two second-generation officials were still causing trouble for the masses. Wu Ming and Shen Yiyiyu were chatting idly in the car, and he happened to learn a lot about Little Golden Lion King.

  Shen Yiyang is a first-year high school student, attending a private high school that is a four-year special high school. The school was founded by an American and uses the American education model. After graduation, students are sent to top private universities in the United States based on their credits, and those with excellent grades can even be admitted to Harvard and other prestigious schools.

  Such a high school is almost as rare as a phoenix feather in China, and it can be said that there is no such thing. Wu Ming didn't need to ask to guess that the tuition fees must be very expensive, ordinary people may not be able to afford it, and it should be a truly aristocratic school.

  At 9:30, Wu Ming finally sent Shen Yiyi to Boston Private High School and entered the beautiful campus with a row of European-style buildings. Wu Ming couldn't help but praise: "Your school's environment is really good!"

  "It's okay!"

  Upon arriving at the parking lot, Wu glanced at his watch and let out a sigh of relief, saying: "It's okay, we're only two hours late."

  Shen Yiyiy rolled her eyes and said, "Two hours? My two required courses are already over."

  "What can I do about natural disasters?" Wu Ming smiled and shrugged his shoulders, opening the car door to get out.

  They had just gotten off the car when a kind brother riding a bicycle flashed over, Wu Ming and Shen Yiyiyin stared at him as he failed to brake, then crashed into the wintergreen by the side of the road with his bike...

  Why are there so many car accidents today? None of the four-wheeled ones have died, will these two-wheeled ones die first? Wu Ming secretly wiped a sweat for Brother Wuming.

  Soon, the man sprang out of the holly bushes with great vigor and sprinted towards a distant building. Except for being a bit disheveled, he was unharmed.

  Wu Ming couldn't help but reveal a amused expression and said: "Who is this awesome person? He doesn't seem like a student when he stands up, is he one of the teachers?"

  Shen Yiyiy nodded and smiled: "He's my teacher for next semester's elective course. We call him Mi Ge."

  "Brother?"

  "Don't be misled, he's just a legend..." Shen Yiyiyi said with a deep expression, then chuckled and continued: "He's a teacher who gives the principal headaches, but is very popular among students. Almost all of them choose to take his class."

  Wu Ming smiled and asked: "What time does school let out tonight?"

  "Afternoon at four o'clock......" Shen Yiyiy picked up her school bag and slung it over her shoulder, wrinkled her nose, and waved goodbye to the uncle.

  Watching Shen Yiyi walk away, Wu Ming smiled slightly. This little girl's words and actions were all imitating men, but she would always inadvertently reveal the coquettishness unique to young girls, drawing a tiger but ending up with a dog, making people feel that she was somehow not quite right.

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  At this time, Italy was just after two o'clock in the morning. In a large pasture on the outskirts of Rome, an old house was brightly lit, with a roaring fire burning in the fireplace of the living room. He Suo was sitting on the sofa with a beautiful raven-haired woman, sipping wine.

  Next to the square table, several people were playing poker and betting money. A tall white man walked in from outside the door, brushed off the snowflakes on his body, and walked up to He Suo, saying respectfully: "Master Peter, I'm back."

  "What news is there?"

  The tall white man said in a low voice: "The goods in Philip's hands are priced at $100 million."

  "One hundred million dollars?" He Hong hummed and said: "Damn old bloodsucker, why doesn't he go rob instead."

  "But only that old man has a way to get goods with 99% purity..." The tall white man said with a difficult expression: "Now the South Vietnamese and Mexicans all want this batch of goods, I'm afraid he'll raise the price again."

  He slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the dinner table, and then he coldly said: "You few, take people to get rid of those two groups who robbed me of goods. I want to push the price of this batch of goods down to 80 million."

  A few gamblers stood up, a blond-haired white man nodded and said: "We will send them all to see God, don't worry."

  "This is their last chance. If they fail again, don't come back...". He Su's face was ferocious as he stared at several people before continuing: "Are those two Huaxia men dead?"

  "They shouldn't live much longer..." The tall white man sneered: "I've already spent three million US dollars to hire the top three killers to send them to hell."

  "Three million dollars for that man's life? You're really cute." A faint voice echoed, speaking in Erlosian. Then, a man holding an umbrella silently opened the door and walked into the living room.

  A medieval-style attire, long golden hair that reached his hips, a beautiful face like an angel stepping out of a fresco. This was a man so handsome that even goddesses would be jealous of him. In his hand, he held a gold-plated pistol with a silencer attached to it.

  A blond-haired white man under He's command had just pulled out a handgun, whoosh... his palm was immediately pierced, the gun fell to the ground, he let out a sharp cry, clutching his bleeding hand in agony, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

  The handsome man didn't raise his hand, he just slightly raised his wrist and casually fired a shot. So fast! What a terrifying marksmanship, everyone in the room widened their eyes, no one dared to make another move.

  "I just went to church and prayed yesterday, I don't feel like killing anyone today..." The handsome American man put down the umbrella in his hand, revealing a charming smile, and continued: "If we don't want to die right now, it's better to behave."

  He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

  "It doesn't matter who I am..." The handsome man walked up to He Suo, pulled out a photo of Wu Ming and waved it around, laughing: "You actually want to find someone to kill him? If you provoke this man, even that dirty father of yours will go to hell."

  The handsome man pointed a gun at He Suo's head, pulled up his suit jacket, wiped his shoe with it, and continued to say: "I came over today just to tell this guy that even if we had a hundred lives, we wouldn't be able to afford to offend him."

  After finishing speaking, the handsome man turned elegantly and walked a few steps to pick up his umbrella. He walked to the door and then turned back, winking: "I think this place is beautiful, I want to stay here for vacation, we have one day's time to leave here, I don't like staying in a place with mice."

  From start to finish, no one dared to make a move, until the American floated away. He Yousu's face turned iron-green as he bellowed: "What are you all still stunned for? Don't you hurry up and go kill him?"

  The big man with a black smudge on his face at all times secretly wiped away cold sweat, and bitterly smiled: "Young Master Peter, that man is not an ordinary person, he might be the legendary assassin king Tianying, if we provoke him, we will all die."

  Upon hearing the name Tianying, He Suo immediately calmed down and asked: "How did you know he was Tianying?"

  A blond-haired white man with a pained expression, clutching his hand and panting heavily, said: "His gun, his marksmanship, and... he likes to call his prey 'rats'."

  "The black-haired man sighed and said: 'Let's get out of here quickly! Otherwise we'll all become his prey.'"

  "Damn it... who exactly is that Wu Ming?" He Su gnashed his teeth and said: "Why did they bring out this killing god?"

  Silence...

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  At four o'clock, Wu Ming arrived at the entrance of Boston Private High School on time. A row of high-end private cars picked up students one by one. He hooked his mouth and indeed it was a noble school, with all the students being young masters and wealthy children.

  After waiting for over ten minutes without seeing Shen Yiyiy come out, Wu Ming took out his phone, flipped through the newly saved phone number and dialed it. The call was quickly answered...

  "Uncle?"

  "Why haven't you come out yet?"

  "I...I..." Shen Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiy

  Won't it be some kind of trouble? Wu Ming spat and said: "I have a premonition, it's not something good."

  He hung up the phone and drove into the school. After parking his car, he asked someone for directions to the principal's office and, after learning its exact location, walked towards a large building.

  He knocked on the door and walked into the principal's office. He only needed to see Shen Yiyis face, and in an instant he knew what had happened - she had gotten into a fight with someone.

  Little girls fighting usually involve hair-pulling, spitting, and at most, tearing clothes or bras. But Shen Yiyang actually looked like she had been beaten up with a swollen face and nose. Wu Ming felt both angry and amused.

  In the principal's office, apart from Shen Yiyang, there were over a dozen girls, mostly with disheveled hair, some with dark eye circles and others with purple lips. The principal and several teachers all had stern faces, creating a very serious atmosphere.

  "Heh heh... Uncle, you're here?"

  "Is he that sleazy old man?"

  "Hello Uncle Bao!"

  "Uncle is mighty!"

  A few little girls enthusiastically greeted Wu Ming and asked how he was doing...

  "Stop......" The old foreigner sitting in the office chair blew his mustache and stared, then turned to Wu Ming and asked in English, "Are you Shen's parent?"

  Wu Ming let out a sigh and said, "Forget it!"

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