I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 419 How dare you act as a matchmaker for my wife?

A moment later, a short man in his forties or fifties strode in as if he were no one.

His hair was combed back in an exaggerated style, with every strand of hair carefully groomed and falling neatly back.

The thick hair oil on it gleamed with a disgusting and greasy luster under the dim light, like a pool of grease emitting a foul smell.

He exuded an indescribable greasy feeling, and his appearance was exactly the despicable image of a traitor that people imagined.

Moreover, his face was as pale as paper, with a faint bluish-gray tint beneath his skin, making him look like a ghost that had not seen the light of day for years, and his eyes were cold and sinister.

Shen Lang glanced at him casually and thought to himself, this man looks really unfamiliar, he is definitely not the extremely cautious Mr. Yi in the movie "Lust, Caution".

Because when Mr. Yi in the movie was riding home, he saw layers of spies on both sides of the road who were carefully arranged by him.

It is impossible for such a cautious person to appear unprepared backstage in this mixed and complicated troupe.

A thought even flashed through Shen Lang's mind: if the person in front of him was really Mr. Yi in "Lust, Caution", maybe he could take this opportunity to get to know Wang Jiazhi.

Mr. Yi barged in boldly, his eyes instantly like a sharp and greedy hook.

He was fixed directly on Shen Juxian's delicate and graceful figure, as if everything else in the world except Shen Juxian no longer existed.

His eyes roamed wantonly over Shen Juxian, and his gaze was as if it were real, as if he wanted to dissect Shen Juxian inch by inch and devour her alive.

Ruan Juling stood by, witnessing this scene. She couldn't contain her disgust any longer and spat in a low voice, "Why is this guy here again? He's like that lingering mangy dog. No matter how hard we try to chase him away, he won't go away."

The other members of the troupe not far away also lowered their voices and talked among themselves.

"This annoying guy comes to our troupe every day and is almost annoying us to death." A young female disciple frowned, her face full of disgust, and her tone was full of annoyance.

"Yeah, we've only been performing here for three days, but he hasn't missed a single day. Every time I see his face, my stomach churns and I feel so nauseous that I can't eat." Another actor echoed, the disgust on his face evident.

"Hush, keep your voice down. I heard that he has connections in the police station. We opera singers can't afford to offend such a local tyrant." An older disciple looked nervous, his eyes full of fear, and he carefully reminded everyone.

When Shen Juxian saw this person, her originally snow-white face instantly turned pale, as if it was instantly covered by a layer of frost.

His hands uncontrollably clenched the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, like dry bones in winter.

His eyes revealed an undisguised deep, almost instinctive disgust, as if the person standing before him was the dirtiest and most evil thing in the world.

A disgusting and frivolous smile appeared on Mr. Yi's lips, and that smile revealed a disgusting vulgarity and greed, like a hungry wolf seeing a fat lamb.

"Juxian, I haven't seen you for a day, and you've become even more charming and beautiful. Look at you, working in this troupe in the wind and rain, it's so hard. In my opinion, it would be better for you to follow me and become my concubine, eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks, enjoying endless wealth and glory. This is a hundred times, a thousand times better than what you are doing here!"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to take two steps forward, looking so anxious that he wanted to hold Shen Juxian in his arms immediately.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you and I have no interest in what you are saying." Shen Juxian responded coldly, her voice filled with bone-chilling coldness, as if it came from a distant ice field.

She turned slightly to the side, trying her best to stay away from Mr. Yi, her eyes full of resistance, as if if she looked at him for one more moment, she would be defiled and dragged into an endless abyss of darkness.

Shen Tielan hurried forward and tried to stop Mr. Yi: "Mr. Yi..."

"Boss Shen, it's a good thing you're here." Mr. Yi smiled, but that smile was as hypocritical as a mask. "I brought you a gift today, please accept it."

After that, he clapped his hands triumphantly and shouted at the top of his voice: "Send the things in!"

There was a chaotic and noisy sound of footsteps outside the door, and then seven or eight people came in one after another, some carrying plates and some carrying boxes.

White dollars were neatly arranged on the plate, and each dollar was wrapped in a bright red cloth, which was particularly eye-catching as soon as it came in.

Shen Tielan looked puzzled and asked, "Mr. Yi, what is this?"

"Master Shen, this is my betrothal gift to Miss Juxian. I have even prepared the wedding room. I want to enter the bridal chamber with Miss Juxian tonight." Mr. Yi said with a proud look on his face.

When the people in the troupe heard that it was a betrothal gift, their eyes widened instantly and their faces were filled with shock.

Everyone began to talk in low voices again.

"It's actually a betrothal gift?"

"I originally thought he was just here to show his support, but I didn't expect he was actually going to marry Juxian."

"As soon as I saw his behavior, I knew he had no good intentions."

"Isn't Juxian Mr. Shen's wife? And Mr. Shen is right here."

"..." Shen Tielan's expression suddenly changed, and she was about to speak: "Mr. Yi..."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Yi suddenly reached into his arms and pulled out a shiny black pistol.

There was a loud bang on the table, like a thunderclap, and the sound was particularly loud in this quiet rest area.

He instantly put away his hypocritical smile and his face darkened.

He said coldly, "Boss Shen, I brought two things today. One is these betrothal gifts, and the other is this gun. If you accept the betrothal gifts, we can all live in peace, and we are still relatives. If you don't accept them, don't blame me for being rude!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around were suddenly frightened and silent.

The members of the troupe who were originally whispering to each other now closed their lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Ruan Jueling was so frightened that her face turned pale. She hid aside, her whole body trembling slightly.

The other young female disciples were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their eyes red, as if they would cry at any moment.

Although the older disciples pretended to be calm, their eyes were filled with fear.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to Mr. Yi also took a step forward.

He said with a forced smile, "Miss Juxian, it must be so tiring for you to sing opera here. If you were to follow Mr. Yi, you could eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, and enjoy all the wealth in the world. What's wrong with that?"

Another person chimed in, "If Miss Juxian doesn't agree, we'll have to resort to other means."

There was a hint of menace in his voice that made people shudder.

When Shen Juxian heard this, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and her eyes were full of helplessness and fear.

Shen Tielan's face turned pale and blue again and again.

He knew in his heart that he really had no way to stop Mr. Yi's crazy behavior, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

At this tense, almost suffocating moment, a voice rang out: "I never thought that in broad daylight, under the clear sky, there would be someone who dared to so brazenly abduct a woman."

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to be speaking into everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this, the man with gold-rimmed glasses glanced at Shen Lang, whose profile was only visible, with disdain on his face. He said in a cold voice, "Which stinking ditch did you jump out of..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped.

Shen Lang, who was originally sitting quietly two or three meters away, suddenly appeared in front of the man with gold-rimmed glasses like a black phantom.

His right hand, like an iron clamp, firmly grasped the neck of the man with gold-rimmed glasses.

The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed, and expressions of fear instantly filled everyone's face.

They stared with eyes wide open, their eyes full of disbelief.

Because they couldn't see clearly how Shen Lang moved, it was as if there was a strange gap in time at that moment.

He felt a gentle breeze blowing past, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Lang, who had been sitting sideways on the chair, was standing in front of the man with gold-rimmed glasses and grabbing his neck.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell, standing there in a daze, not daring to breathe.

Only the faint sound of the man with gold-rimmed glasses struggling as his neck was strangled seemed particularly clear in this terrifyingly quiet space.

Shen Juxian opened her eyes wide and stared at Shen Lang blankly, with shock and a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Shen Tielan was also shocked. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Mr. Yi turned his neck with difficulty and waited to see Shen Lang's face clearly.

His face turned pale as ice, his eyes widened and his eyeballs seemed to be popping out of their sockets, as if he had seen a ghost that was taking his life.

"Mr. Shen...Mr. Shen, why...why are you here?"

However, the only answer he got was a crisp "click" sound.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses had his neck twisted off by Shen Lang.

Shen Lang said calmly, "Do you know that I hate people who wear gold-rimmed glasses the most? This bastard actually dared to act as a matchmaker for my wife. He deserves death."

(End of this chapter)