Jiangcheng, Fenyi Lane.

It was a summer afternoon, and although there was drizzle in the air, the alley was still bustling with people.

Suddenly there were several shouts, making the atmosphere of this commercial street suddenly become noisy.

People in the middle of the street dispersed, and several shopkeepers closed their doors and hid away without bothering to pack away the goods at the door.

More than a dozen people wielding sticks and machetes chased a man wearing trousers and a white shirt with bare hands. The man should be a trainer. He retreated while fighting, kicked one of them down in the air, and received a blow on his back.

stick.

After all, he was outnumbered and was quickly forced into a corner by this group of people.

Behind this wall is a locksmith and key shop. The owner's surname is Wang. At this time, he was looking out through the gap in the curtains in fear, fearing that blood would splash on his window.

The leader of the group was a stout man who looked strong but lacked some flexibility. He held a short knife in his hand and said in a strange manner: "Boy, you are so brave. You dare to run wild on Master Wei's territory.

Originally, breaking a bottle of wine was just a matter of paying ten thousand yuan, but now I have injured several of my brothers. Today’s matter is worth ten thousand yuan. "

The man who was forced into the corner wiped the rainwater from his face and said in a deep voice: "You bad guys, you are actually trying to blame me. I am not short of those three melons and two dates, but I cannot allow you to do evil!"

"Oh, oh, oh, that's awesome. Who do you think you are? Bao Qingtian on the stage? Let me tell you, a foreigner, it's unlucky for you to fall into our hands this time. You should honestly use the money to eliminate the disaster, otherwise

If...killing you is as easy as squeezing an ant to death, no matter how awesome you are, you can't make trouble in this Jiangcheng!"

"Brother Leopard, what nonsense are you talking to him? This kind of pretty boy will never shed tears until he sees the coffin. If you take him back and greet him for two days, you won't be afraid that he won't give in!" The guy who spoke was lean and wore only a denim vest on his upper body.

, revealing an arm with a tiger tattooed on it, and a head full of explosive red hair.

"I was bullied by a dog today. If this were happening in Shengjing, I would have turned you all into street rats!"

The red-haired man exploded when he heard this, "Asshole, who are you calling a bitch? I tell you, if you don't pay for it today, I won't be able to save you!"

After saying that, he still couldn’t get rid of his hatred and spat a thick mouthful of phlegm on the man’s face!

He must have never been humiliated like this before. The man jumped up like a bow and kicked Hongmao directly. However, after fighting for too long, he was finally at the end of his strength. He was kicked back by Brother Bao, hugging his lower abdomen and curling up at the base of the wall.

"You are really shameless!" Brother Bao lost his patience and picked up the machete in his hand to chop it off.

The lock repairman behind the curtain secretly cried out, "Oh my God, why do you have to use a knife at my door? This is going to splatter blood all over my door. If another life is lost, I'm afraid I won't dare to go out at night."

Got it!

At that moment, to everyone's surprise, Brother Bao's arm holding the knife was hit by something, as if he was electrocuted. He yelled and threw the machete to the ground.

The younger brother behind him didn't know why. You looked at me and I looked at you, looking at each other in confusion.

"Asshole, someone over there is throwing stones at me!" Brother Bao covered his wrist and cursed to the right!

Everyone looked to the right and saw a man standing not far away. He was about 1.8 meters tall and was wearing a black hooded jacket.

There is a sharp and dark face under the brim of the hat, with sharp and cold eyes. Even from a distance of dozens of meters, you can feel the man's masculine aura. It is a unique aura formed by long-term training and experience in the iron-blooded battlefield.

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"That's him!" the red-haired man shouted with a finger.

The locksmith behind the window looked familiar to this person, "Old lady, look at this person, he looks a bit familiar..."

Aunt Wang lay on the window lattice, looked through the gap and said in surprise: "Oh my god, isn't that Jiang Xia? That's the little devil... Do you remember? He was so tall when he left. I heard he was going to be a pawn.

Some kind of special forces soldier, it’s been ten years, there’s no news, I thought he was dead..."

Jiang Xia, who Aunt Wang called the little devil, walked toward Brother Bao with steady and powerful steps.

The younger brother behind him was a little frightened for a moment, and someone had already moved two steps back.

Brother Bao saw that the situation was not right. How could a group of people be intimidated by one person? How could he survive in this alley in the future?

He is not that red-haired guy who only relies on his tattoos on his shoulders and that unconventional hairstyle to intimidate others. His muscles are not grown in vain either. When he is fierce, his chest muscles tremble slightly, which makes ordinary people feel particularly intimidating.

With no way out, he picked up the machete with his other hand, waved it and rushed towards Jiang Xia.

Hong Mao and the younger brother behind him were inspired and followed him, raising their sticks and machetes and moving forward.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xia picked up a wooden stick and flew up. There was a crackling sound, and the "weapons" in the hands of more than a dozen people had fallen to the ground, and there were still people lying on the ground crying and howling.

By the time Hong Mao reacted, the man was already standing in front of him, grabbing his unique hair with one hand and looking at him with a pair of deep eyes.

"Ten years ago, just on this street, I chopped off an arm with yellow hair, and now another one with red hair came." Jiang Xia's voice was deep and powerful.

The red-haired man had a frightened face and said nothing.

Jiang Xia stepped on his foot hard, and then spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Her painful red body arched back, her mouth opened wide, and the phlegm flew into his mouth as accurately as if it had eyes!

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment, what kind of devilish operation was this!

The red-haired man was so unlucky that he lay on the ground and vomited desperately.

Jiang Xia threw him to the ground and said contemptuously: "If we fight, we will fight. It doesn't count if a group of you guys beat him, but you still have to spit at others! How about it? Is my spit delicious?"

Hongmao vomited and shook his head desperately, "You... are so disgusting!"

"This is fucking disgusting? Have you ever seen flesh and blood flying on the battlefield? Have you ever seen a rotting corpse? I have!"

Brother Bao was still on the ground clutching his stomach and struggling in pain. Jiang Xia Lingbo's casual kick just now caused him great pain. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

Jiang Xia looked back at him, picked up a sharp knife, and thrust it into the ground.

The knife was accurately inserted between Brother Bao's fingers. If there was even half an error, blood would flow out, and a chill would spread throughout his body from his hand.

People hiding behind the doors and windows of the houses on both sides saw this scene, and a few brave people had already come out to watch the excitement.

Brother Bao's face became complicated and distorted due to surprise, anger and timidity. He thought to himself, damn, if Cheng Yaojin shows up halfway, he will definitely not be able to regain his face this time.

Seeing more and more people gathered, and fearing that the stalemate would be even more embarrassing if it continued, Brother Bao stretched out his fingers and gestured, and said to Jiang Xia: "Just wait for me..."

The words seemed to be harsh, but in fact I felt very guilty. I was really afraid that this unknown guy in front of me would come out of nowhere and take action again, and who knows what he would do next.

Jiang Xia smiled slightly, "What? You haven't fought enough yet? I'm always with you!"

The folks have actually been fed up with the anger of these hooligans for a long time, so it is really satisfying to have someone stand up for them this time.

This group of people helped each other and limped away from Pink Clothes Alley amidst the laughter of everyone.

The light rain gradually stopped, the sun showed half of its face, and the originally cool weather began to become sultry again.

Jiang Xia walked up to the man who was still squatting in the corner, sat on the ground with him, lit two cigarettes and handed him one.

"Brother, judging from your appearance, you should be the son of a wealthy family. How could you offend these gangsters?"

The man's dress is very particular, and it is worth a lot at first glance. He also wears this Patek Philippe on his wrist.

"Hey, I came here from Shengjing. I just wanted to travel around and see the world. I didn't expect that I accidentally broke a bottle of red wine in that bar, and they blackmailed me."

"Oh, you're from the capital? I see you are seriously injured. Can you still move?"

The man stood up holding on to the wall and moved around. "It's no problem, no muscles or bones were injured. Thank you for saving me today, otherwise those bastards would have dared to use a knife on my head."

"You look fair and clean like a rich young man. Unexpectedly, you still have some skills on your body. You didn't retreat when you saw the knife. You are a man."

"To be honest, brother, I came out to play without telling my father, so I don't want to make this matter public. I have to take the train back to Shengjing tonight. If I have the opportunity to go to Shengjing in the future, I will definitely find my brother. You are mine.

Dear brother!" After saying this, the man took out a business card and stuffed it into Jiang Xia, then politely excused himself with clasped fists, and walked quickly away from Pink Clothes Alley.

Jiang Xia looked at the business card. It was of excellent quality and had gold-gilded edges. However, there was only one name on it: Tan Xiaotong. There was also a mobile phone number below without any title.

Jiang Xia smiled and put it into his pocket. As the capital of Great Xia, Shengjing is home to many wealthy people and dignitaries. It is not surprising that one or two came out to experience life.

Jiang Xia turned his head, and a woman slowly walked towards him.

The woman wears a floral cloth shirt, navy blue pants, black cloth shoes, simple short hair, and her originally fair oval face slightly shows the vicissitudes of time.

It feels like it's a world away yet so close.

"Sister..." Jiang Xia called softly.

"Xia, is it really you?"

"It's me, sister, I'm back!"

The two stretched out their arms and hugged each other tightly, and the sister cried with joy.

He grew up from a naughty boy to the best soldier of the Phantom Special Operations Group and the king of special operations soldiers in Great Xia. However, his military career came to an abrupt end unexpectedly at the height of his popularity... Jiang, who had been away from home for ten years,
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