After lunch in the cafeteria, Chen Luo returned to the office, and still took turns to work with Guo Mu and others, using all kinds of ways to find out what happened between him and Song Qingqing, and kept silent.

People's words are terrifying, but Chen Luo still understands it. The more he explains, the more he will be, the more he will be, and after a while, the matter will naturally subside.

Throughout the afternoon, Chen Luo sorted out customer information in the office and did hotel sales. The customer source he had in his hands was extremely important, not only related to his own job, but also involved the hotel's performance.

After sorting out the customer information at hand, Chen Luo left the hotel on time and headed to the bus stop.

There are many business buildings around Huaxiang Hotel. Starting at 5:30, the bus station platform is already crowded with office workers who are home-like.

Every bus came, causing a commotion, pushing each other in an orderly manner, scrambling to get on the bus until the door could not be closed, and the driver scolded loudly at the top of his voice. The crowd that had not been squeezed into the bus subsided slightly, and the next bus came, it surged up like a tide.

Looking at the buses that were seriously overloaded, Chen Luo missed his electric car that was damaged in a traffic accident. Although it was not as comfortable as a car, it was more convenient and fast. Even during the rush hour, he was at ease and was not suffering from traffic jams at all.

"Or what if you give me the year-end bonus and buy another one?" Chen Luo was mixed in the waiting crowd, and was often collided with the people driving the bus, and became increasingly determined to think of Song Qingqing inexplicably. If she hadn't run the red light rashly, why would she have suffered this?

No matter how much he complained, Chen Luo did not regret saving Song Qingqing. If he encountered the same situation, he firmly believed that he would definitely help him in the best of his ability.

The waiting crowd was in agitation again. Chen Luo put aside his distractions and squeezed towards Bus No. 32 that was driving into the platform.

Fortunately, several buses of No. 32 came to the station, and many office workers waiting for the bus were diverted. The No. 32 on Chen Luo was not so crowded, and there were still a few passengers who got on the bus first.

Standing in the middle of the bus, Chen Luo took the handrail and faced the outside of the bus. He was not long after the bus started.

Looking around, he saw two passengers standing next to him a young man with a buzz cut, a hooked nose, expressionless face, and a large blue plastic bag in his left hand.

The young man felt Chen Luo's gaze, and his head turned, and the two looked at each other.

Withdrew his curious gaze, Chen Luo hurriedly lowered his head and his heartbeat immediately accelerated. The young man's eyes were extremely cold, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

After seven or eight stops, when the bus arrived at the destination, Chen Luo squeezed towards the back door. The young man was already standing at the door. It seemed that he was getting off at this stop.

When the bus arrived at the station, the young man and Chen Luo got out of the car one after another. Chen Luo glanced at the direction he was walking, and the two were actually on the same road. The young man's pace was constant and powerful, and he immediately set off nearly ten meters away from Chen Luo.

Walking slowly on the way home, Chen Luo and the young man remained at the same distance, and suddenly a message sound came from his body.

I took out my cell phone and saw that it was sent by my mother Wang Ninghui. When I went home, I would buy some seasonings for cooking at the entrance of the community.

Chen Luo put away his cell phone and within a short time of checking the text message, he had been away from the young man in front of him more than 20 meters away. When he arrived at the intersection, the young man turned left and disappeared from sight.

When he arrived at the intersection, Chen Luo turned left and saw the young man from afar. He didn't think anything was wrong with this. It was normal to meet people on the same road.

After walking forward for a few minutes, Chen Luo came to the convenience store in his community and took a casual look at the street. The middle-aged man stood under a tree outside the gate of the community and turned sideways toward the community where people were coming and going.

"Boss, come a bottle of beer, one bottle consumes oil, and a pack of MSG." Chen Luo entered the convenience store and took out his wallet from his pocket.

Sitting behind the counter was the shop owner's son, holding a water gun in his hand, and he pointed at Chen Luobi with the gun, shouting in a slight voice: "Mom, mom, someone has bought something."

The shop owner hurried out from the inner room. When she saw it was Chen Luo, she smiled and said hello, patted her son on the shoulder, and shouted: "I don't know how to do my homework after school, and I'm still playing with it? I'm in the third grade of elementary school, and I still play with this kind of broken toy, and I can't even sell things. Look at your classmates, you can do housework at home!"

Chen Luo smiled and blinked at the shop owner's son. This kind of friendly behavior was regarded as a kind of ridicule for the child who was in the third grade of elementary school. He pouted and made a face at Chen Luo.

The shop owner was very quick-witted and took what Chen Luo wanted from the container to the counter, turned around and pulled off a plastic bag, and said to his son: "Come on for uncle, I'm still frying fish." After that, he collected the money, made an apologetic expression to Chen Luo, and rushed inside.

Chen Luo didn't need to bother the shop owner's son, holding a plastic bag in one hand and beer in the other, and putting it in the bag.

The shop owner's son may have looked at Chen Luo with a giggle, and the gun pointed at his forehead, pulled the trigger, and a stream of water flew out.

I really didn't expect that this child was so erratic. Chen Luo could instinctively wave his right arm to protect his face, but he exerted too much force and the beer bottle in his hand was not firmly held. The wine bottle flew back with a sound, followed by a muffled bang.

The son of the shop owner who caused the accident looked out, opened his mouth, and hurriedly shrank under the counter.

Hearing the bang and seeing the frightened son of the store owner, Chen Luo instantly thought of the wine bottle hitting the pedestrian. He hurriedly looked back and saw the scene in front of him stunned immediately.

The beer bottle that flew out was impartially hitting the head of a young man who was in the same car and on the same road as Chen Luo. The bottle broke and broken glass splattered everywhere. The overflowing beer flowed down from the blood mixed with the wound on his head.

But what made Chen Luo stunned was not that the beer bottle hurt people, but that the young man who was hit was holding a sharp blade with a cold light in his hand!

The young man pulled out the sharp blade from the blue plastic bag, and the target was a middle-aged couple one meter away in front of him. However, he did not expect a bottle of wine fell from the sky and hit his head. This sudden accident made him pause and turn his head to look at the convenience store not far away.

The strange noise alarmed the passers-by around and looked at them one after another. The middle-aged couple walking in front of the middle-aged man was no exception. When they turned around, they saw the young man holding a knife bleeding head and staring at the convenience store with anger. Chen Luo, who was standing in front of the counter, was holding a plastic bag in one hand and holding a bottle in the other.

The sneak attack failed, and the young man reacted quickly. He didn't care about Chen Luo, who was stunned, held the sharp blade in his right hand, stepped forward with a big stance, and then rushed to the middle-aged man's lower abdomen with a knife.

The middle-aged man did not react slowly. He pushed his wife next to him back with one hand, and narrowly avoided the sharp blade that pierced the lower abdomen. He held the young man's right hand with lightning in his left hand. The two of them were entangled together, fighting and rolling to the ground.

The middle-aged woman pushed away made a sharp sound of help, and everyone nearby realized that this was a bad incident of armed people in the street.

Since childhood, Chen Luo has fought and seen many fights on the streets, but it was the first time he had hit someone with a knife at close range like this, and it seemed that he was a little involved with him, and he felt a little scared in his heart.

The young man rolled and fought on the ground. Gradually, the young man gained the upper hand with his physical strength and skill advantages, pressing the middle-aged man under his body. The sharp blade with cold light and blood was pushed towards the middle-aged man's neck little by little.

At the critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged man burst out with strength beyond his usual condition. He held the young man's hand and knocked it hard on the ground for a few times. The severe pain made the young man finally unable to hold the knife, loosened his hand and bounced it out.

Passers-by who were watching saw this frightened scene, they did not dare to help, and the timid ones even covered their faces and did not dare to look at them again. A few more agile ones took out their cell phones to call 110. The middle-aged woman stood aside at a loss, making a shrill and panic-sounding sound of help echoing on the streets.

Chen Luo's ears were filled with the cry of middle-aged women's help. After a second glance, the two men rolling on the ground tried their best to seize the sharp blade that fell in front of him.

His heartbeat accelerated, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. Chen Luo didn't know the courage from that, so he kicked the knife aside and kicked the young man who was committing the murderer hard. His kick was just about to hit the wound that was smashed out by the beer bottle, and all the broken glass residue around the wound that could not be erased into his head.

Suffering such a heavy kick, the severe pain in the head made the young man dizzy and the strength in his hands was much relaxed. The middle-aged man who was suppressed took advantage of this opportunity to try his best to suppress the young man, and swung his fist to hit him on the wound on his head.

Obviously, the middle-aged man had rich fighting experience and hit the key points with his fist. After more than ten punches, the young man fainted in blood.

The middle-aged man sat on the ground, gasping heavily. The middle-aged woman beside him saw that her husband was in danger, ran to her husband, half-kneeled on the ground, hugged his waist tightly, and kept sobbing.

After the fierce battle, the onlookers seemed to come back to their senses and burst into cheers. The security guards in the community who were hiding beside him then squeezed into the crowd to maintain public order.

Relying on his wife's arms, the middle-aged man looked at Chen Luo deeply, and understood in his heart that when the killer attacked, if the young man in front of him had not smashed the beer bottle with a brave man, and kicked the weapon away when he fought with the killer, and then kicked it, he would probably have died in a cowardly manner on the street today. That would have been a big joke.

"Young man, I will never thank you!" A gratitude smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. He took out a business card holder from his body, took out a business card, stood up tremblingly, and handed it to Chen Luo: "Brother, my name is Tong Xin. No matter what happens in the future, you can make this call if you need my help."
Chapter completed!