He is like a wild wolf 2

  "Who are you?" Feng Chen Mo pressed Xiaoxiao into his arms and blocked her with his arm, asking in a low voice.

  "Shao Xuan." The reply was unusually calm.

  Shao Xuan never hesitated to introduce his name to outsiders, as he felt it was a kind of openness and pride. Unlike other gang members who liked to use nicknames to introduce themselves, such as "Three-headed Knife", "Nine Chickens" or "Fat Nine". In fact, they were just afraid that the other party would 'dig up' their family members and grasp their weaknesses.

  Shao Xuan was an exception, for he had no family and no weaknesses worth worrying about.

  Later on, he had Lin Xiang'er, and his name gradually spread in the Taoist community: Shao Ye.

  One word from him was enough to show the respect and fear he commanded on the road. Shao Xuan was a man who valued loyalty, but was also ruthless and cruel. If you had his gratitude, he would repay it, but if you offended him, even hiding on the moon wouldn't save you from his swift blade.

  Shao Xuan liked to use knives, and he often had a small dagger with a slightly curved blade tucked into his waistband, which he had obtained when he killed the Big Brother of East Street that year.

  He likes close-range combat, the kind where you put your life on the line, so every time he hurts someone, he himself will also be hurt to some extent.

  He had been advised by Xiao many times, but he just let it in one ear and out the other, not taking it seriously. Except for Xiao, no one knew how many scars were on his body, some of which had already healed, while others had left marks. Every scar had her tears in it...

  Close your eyes slowly and quietly.

  So he didn't see the strange color flashing in Feng Chen's eyes.

  Shao Xuan, he is Shao Xuan, the name Ye Zhi kept calling out loud in her dreams? What's the relationship between them anyway?

  A flash of coldness flickered in his dusty and ink-stained eyes, accompanied by a hint of jealousy that even he himself was not aware of, as he spoke in a chilly tone.

  "I want to take her away."

  Shao Xuan's face was expressionless.

  "Leave her behind, and I'll let you go."

  The dusty ink lowered its body, put Xiao Xiao down beside the car, made sure she was okay, stood up, and slowly took off its overcoat.

  "In that case, there's no use talking about it, we can only try another method."

  He took off his overcoat and threw it aside, Wind Dust Ink unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up to his elbows.

  Physically, Feng Chenmo and Shao Xuan are the same type of person, tall and robust, with a lean and strong build, both are clothes racks, usually hidden in suits and not easily noticeable, now only wearing white shirts, their sturdy figures are unmistakable.

  Can't help but slap myself, at this time, still have the nerve to be infatuated.

  Just as war was about to break out, he hastily stood up.