"Lions specializing in killing prey."

The young man replied with a smile on his face.

Seeing that the hot girl with long legs was chatting with the young man more and more ambiguously, the yellow-haired girl next to her was a little unhappy and deliberately interrupted: "My name is Mira, her name is He Yan, I'm very happy to know you."

Ryan nodded and said, "It is also my honor to know you."

"Such good weather, I wonder if you are interested in having a coffee with us!"

Mira's eyes are dark and she sends out a wave of autumn.

But unexpectedly, after seeing the two beauties, Ryan did not agree immediately, but said with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I may need some time to complete my painting."

Hearing Ryan say this, the two girls couldn't help but look disappointed.

Even the hot girl named He Yan was a little doubtful whether her charm had failed.

However, the handsome guy Ryan didn't seem to want to give up on the two hot girls. He hesitated for a while and said, "It's better for you to go to the next cafe to have coffee first. When I finish painting this painting, I know there is a good bar."

The two hot girls smiled again, and He Yan threw a charming look and said in a numb voice: "Waiting for you!"

After saying that, the two girls walked towards a cafe on the street.

The two chose a position next to the window, and they could see Ryan who was painting.

"Little bitch, you dare to tear me!"

He Yan said with a look of pretentious anger.

Mila said without fear: "I'm not reserved when traveling abroad. I almost put my eyes on someone else when I saw a man."

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You're also interested in this Ryan, right?"

He Yan said with a smile.

Mira quickly retorted: "What do you mean I like? This target is mine! Little bitch!"

"Hmph! Then let's see who can succeed tonight!"

He Yan stretched and fully revealed her proud figure: "You know, in front of sexy, cuteness is worthless!"

Although Mira has a very good appearance, her figure is a flaw, and she prefers a short figure and can only follow a cute style route.

Now that He Yan, the best friend, has exposed her shortcomings, she can only grit her teeth and say, "Hmph! Let's see."

The two best friends were playing in the cafe, but Ryan outside suddenly stopped his brush and looked towards a street.

There is nothing special about the street, it is a relatively old bluestone path with a little cultural precipitation.

The path is lined by residential areas, and there are mottled rust on the balcony guardrails, which should have been born together with the street.

The surrounding residents still plant a lot of flowers, spider plants and other plants on the balcony, which brought some vitality to these old houses.

There are various shops on the first floor of the street. Because there are not too many tourists, the shop owner is lazy and is holding a parasol to cool off outside.

At this time, on the other end of the street, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses walked towards the square.

Middle-aged men seem to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and pay great attention to the blue bricks under their feet. Every time they take a step, they just step on them.

About halfway through the street, suddenly a blue brick on the road was half broken, and the middle-aged man frowned and wanted to step over.

But the middle-aged man looked under his feet but did not pay attention to his front.

It just hit the signpost.

"Shet!"

The middle-aged man was dizzy and covered his head and cursed.

The middle-aged man who claimed to be unlucky also didn't care about his obsessive-compulsive disorder and bypassed the sign, but happened to meet the parasols set up by the roadside shop, and his clothes were hooked by the parasols.

"careful!"

Just when the middle-aged man wanted to take his clothes off the skeleton of the parasol, he heard the people around him exclaim in surprise.

The middle-aged man subconsciously took a step back, and a ceramic flowerpot hit the ground against his face.

"Occasionally, Lexite..." The middle-aged man had a cold sweat. If he had not taken a step back and was hit on his head by this earth-filled pottery basin, he would definitely be dead.

The middle-aged man looked upstairs in a daze and found that the pottery basin fell from the balcony on the third floor.

Moreover, the owner of the room seemed to be afraid that the pottery basin would fall and hit someone else, so he deliberately used iron wire to trap the pottery basin.

But I don’t know why the wire fell off and fell from the balcony on the third floor.

"Damn!"

The middle-aged man pulled the wire angrily and pulled it down hard. Several pottery basins fell down, and the soil in the basin splashed.

Seeing that the flower pots on the balcony were broken, the middle-aged man felt that his anger had been relieved a little, and he clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

"Squeak!"

But at this moment, a sound of metal breaking sounded.

The entire guardrail of the balcony was wrapped in iron wire and photographed at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man reacted quickly and immediately squatted down with his head in his arms, just avoiding the disaster, but the huge parasol behind him was fixed to the ground. The guardrail broke the parasol from the middle and flew out together, leaving only half of the metal pole.

"What luck is going on today!"

The middle-aged man was still in shock and did not dare to stay here for too long, so he planned to leave immediately.

But he didn't notice that there was a pot in the pot in front of him that there was no soil inside, but it was used by the owner of the pot to hold cleaning supplies such as detergents.

When the pottery basin fell, the bottle of the detergent was also smashed open, and a large amount of detergent was hidden in the soil.

The middle-aged man slipped his feet and fell on his back as soon as he took a step.

It just fell on the metal pole where the parasol was broken.

With the weight of the middle-aged man himself, the broken metal rod pierced the middle-aged man's body without any effort, and blood kept coming out of his chest, dyeing half of the metal rod bright red.

Then there was chaos and screams. Passers-by immediately took out their cell phones and called the police and emergency number.

And this scene happened to be clearly seen by Ryan in the square.

Faced with such a bloody scene, Ryan did not show any discomfort, but instead... she looked a little excited.

Ryan admired it for a moment, but did not follow the people around him to watch the fun, but quickly waved his brush.

There is a blank space in the upper right corner of his painting, which Ryan deliberately left behind. After seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately filled the blank space with a brush.

On a quiet and peaceful painting, a man with blood pierced his chest appeared.

Ryan's painting skills are good, and the expressions of this middle-aged man fighting to slap before his death were vividly outlined by his simple strokes.
Chapter completed!