Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 73

"Are you satisfied now?" Wu Yu asked hoarsely.

"......"

"My blind confidence has nothing to do with Lin Gang or anyone else. It's because of myself. That confidence comes from the years I spent without you in my life." Wu Yu stared at Bu Zhonghua's face from top to bottom. He stood with his feet on the ground and one knee against the seat. This posture made his shoulders, narrow waist, and strong and slender thigh lines particularly strong and obvious: "You only saw this once today, and you felt that I needed your help." , what about all those years before? I'm used to this kind of life, and you can't change it. You want to pull me back from the crack, but that's impossible from the beginning. I originally belong to the other side of the crack."

Bu Zhonghua blurted out: "What are you talking about..."

"It doesn't matter when it started. You just shouldn't have said it. It should have ended as soon as you said it." Wu Yu laughed tiredly, stood up slowly, staggered half a step back, and stepped back. Pointing to the car door: "After you get out of that door, the sun will still rise tomorrow. You will still be the perfect, outstanding, and glorious Bu Zhonghua. What I do has nothing to do with you. We shouldn't have... I was originally Shouldn't have met you."

--I should never have met you.

Bu Zhonghua felt as if his lungs had been pierced by a red-hot knife. He almost stood up suddenly, but then he was stumped by the extremely powerful calmness in his instinct. All kinds of doubts suddenly rose up, as if giving him a headache. Pour cold water on it.

"...We haven't seen each other for many years, just by chance..."

"I'm sorry, I already ran very fast, but I really... couldn't make time..."

What happened all those years ago that caused them to see each other but not actually meet each other?

What does it mean to be too late, too late to do something or too late to see someone?

A hazy, shapeless, and absurd idea gradually emerged from Bu Zhonghua's mind, causing his usually sober thinking to become a rare mess. At this moment, Wu Yu lowered his head and took a deep breath, finally suppressing all his emotions, stood up, opened the car door and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Bu Zhonghua stood up and rushed out of the car: "Stop!"

Wu Yu only waved his hand back and staggered along the wall to the end of the alley, his steps staggering due to his injured thigh.

He could leave the mess in the bar behind him, but with such an injury, it was impossible to go home alone. Just as Bu Zhonghua was about to step forward to stop him, he heard a screeching brake sound in front of him. A black Audi stopped steadily at the entrance of the alley. Then the driver got out of the car and opened the back door with his own hands - it was Lin Gang.

"It's okay," Lin Gang motioned Wu Yu to get in the car, then nodded to Bu Zhonghua: "I'll take him back."

Bu Zhonghua choked when he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Wu Yu had already lowered his head and got into the car, leaning his head on the back of the back seat. The lights on the street outside the car window outlined the abrupt and curved throat line.

"..." Bu Zhonghua lowered his voice and asked: "You said that I don't need to intervene in this matter and it will be handled by you. Is this the result of your handling?"

Lin Gang sighed, "No, this is the result of your intervention."

The two of them stood under the streetlight two or three meters away from the car door. There was a hint of confrontation in the air. Lin Gang pointed back to the bar with the siren flashing in the distance: "I have known about this underground boxing ring for a long time. You are It's not that I can't figure out why I didn't fire the gun until the last step, why not simply ban this high-risk behavior from the beginning?"