Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 190 Real Meeting

The most frightening fact he had imagined happened right before his eyes, and Cheng Yan just wanted to escape.

He changed direction and rushed out, not caring about the guards and the people following him in secret.

"Hey, where are you going? We're being followed."

Tartaglia looked at Cheng Yan, whose mood suddenly changed, and followed him with a headache. Sure enough, as soon as the two of them moved, the people who had been hiding just now immediately appeared one after another.

Roughly estimated, there were dozens of people, with more than a dozen showing their heads. However, Cheng Yan seemed not to notice and just kept moving forward.

The two were moving at a fairly fast pace, but were still gradually surrounded.

Tartaglia looked at the people with weapons rushing up around him and let out a light sigh.

"If we had known we would have to solve it with our fists, why would we bother hiding it?"

Cheng Yan said nothing and did not call out Zhuo Feng. He faced the man who was rushing towards him with his bare hands, fighting almost numbly.

There was a dull sound when their bodies collided. Tartaglia was fighting vigorously. He saw Cheng Yan's swift and efficient movements out of the corner of his eye, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Those who dared to rush forward were all lying on the ground in a short moment. Cheng Yan looked at the remaining few people who were retreating in fear.

"Tell the person behind you not to bother trying to catch me. I will go find him to settle the score. Just tell him to wash his neck and wait."

After scaring off the person who was following him, the surroundings fell into silence. Cheng Yan couldn't help but think of the scene just now.

Cheng Yan suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, burying his head between his knees, his mind went blank.

Praise him, have you been deceiving yourself all this time?

The liking for him was fake, the favorability was fake, he already had a family, and with me, it was just a whim.

Cheng Yan grabbed his hair tightly, already a little uncalm.

If I rush over to question Zanzan now, what will he do? Will he explain or just pretend not to know me?

Cheng Yan had only guessed before, but he never thought that this scene would actually appear in front of him.

Tartaglia looked at the person sitting on the ground who looked a little strange, squatted down and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Yan's heart ached, but when asked, he looked up and smiled at Tartaglia.

"Ha, it's nothing. I just suddenly realized that I seem to have been tricked."

The dampness at the corners of his eyes was suppressed, and Cheng Yan supported himself on the ground and stood up.

He was a little afraid to look for Zandik, fearing that once they met, he would find out that he already had a complete family. He would then be so shameless and ridiculous to have the nerve to appear in front of him again.

Tartaglia pursed her lips, looked at Cheng Yan's distraught appearance, and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, wanna go have a drink together?"

Cheng Yan turned around, his voice hoarse, "Okay..."

It was Tartaglia who suggested going for a drink.

The one being tortured was still Tartaglia.

There is only one Crolia Tavern in winter, but there are more than a dozen places to drink on one street.

At this moment, in an ordinary pub on the street, the guests gathered together, pointing and talking about the two people in the middle of the pub.

"He, he has a wife and a child, but he still entangled with me and made me think that the person he likes is me. Tell me, is it ridiculous?"

Cheng Yan's hands were filled with empty wine glasses, his cheeks were flushed, and with tears in his eyes, he stared at Tartaglia's face and questioned her.

"Ah, yes, that's ridiculous, let's go."

Tartaglia was frozen like a wooden sculpture, his scalp numbing from the stares of the onlookers. He wanted to run, but the collar was tightly held by the person in front of him, so he was forced to serve as the background for the drunkard's madness.

Blinded by Cheng Yan's nimble skills, I rashly brought people to drink, thinking he didn't like it, but it turned out that he got drunk after one glass!

"You also find it ridiculous..."

Cheng Yan released his hand that was grabbing Tartaglia's collar.

"What about him? How did he see me? He saw that I was so sad for him that I couldn't eat or sleep, and even wrote a letter to him every day..."

Cheng Yan took out a letter he had just written yesterday and tears dripped on it.

Every word of love now pierces Cheng Yan's heart like a needle.

Cheng Yan wanted to crumple the letter into a ball, but his fingers were pinching the letter paper so hard until his fingertips turned white, and he still couldn't bear to do it.

After taking back the letter, Cheng Yan raised his arm to wipe away the tears on his face.

"I won't give in. No matter what the truth is, I want him to tell me in person."

Zhuo Feng appeared out of nowhere. Cheng Yan was already a little unconscious. He stepped on the knife in the store and when he flew out, he knocked a big hole in the half-open window.

Tartaglia was stunned as he watched Cheng Yan's disappearing back. He immediately wanted to chase after him. Although they met by chance, he was the one who suggested drinking, and he couldn't let a drunk wander around outside.

But before he could walk out, he was stopped by the shop assistant.

"Customer! Your companion broke our window, you can't just leave like this!"

Tartaglia was stopped, and he reached into his pocket to take out Mora. After paying the compensation through the store window, he hurried out, but Cheng Yan was nowhere to be found.

To the center of Winter City, in the residence of the noble executor.

Dotore had just settled Xiaojiu in the next room and was walking back to his own room when a line of soldiers suddenly rushed up to him.

"Doctor! Have you seen any suspicious people? They are coming towards you and they seem to be wearing black clothes."

Dotore frowned, "How lax were your guards that allowed outsiders to break in."

The guard knelt down and saluted, "I failed in my duty! That man moved very quickly, and it was really difficult to catch him!"

"I don't see anyone. Go look somewhere else. It's late at night. Don't alarm too many people."

"I obey my orders!"

After opening the door and returning to his room, Dotore had just taken off his coat when he noticed a slight noise.

The movement was so light, like footsteps, that it was difficult for him to catch it with his hearing ability.

"Who?"

Dotole turned slowly, and his pupils trembled for a moment when he saw who was coming.

"...Cheng Yan?"