In the spacious but stuffy cabin, more than a dozen people were waving rubber sticks. A beating that lasted for ten minutes stopped with a wave of the young man's hand. Guo Feiyu's face was stained with blood. He stretched out his tongue and licked it with a fishy smell.

of blood, and a frightening sneer came from the throat. The smell of blood

He said that he had tasted it several times before, and each time it was a choice between life and death. He didn't think about whether it was life or death this time. He didn't like to do useless work and would not waste energy on things that only the devil knew. But there was one thing

He thought about the matter, what method should be used to kill these people if they were alive.

Several thugs with rubber batons couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Guo Feiyu laughing. They were still laughing after being beaten for such a long time. They suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Several men raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. How old was Guo Feiyu?

These people can't feel the pain, but they really worked hard.

"Guo Feiyu, Guo Feiyu, are you okay?!" Situ Xue choked and shouted. With tears in her eyes, she could no longer see Guo Feiyu's face clearly. It was the first time she cried so heartbrokenly. She also understood why her heart hurt. She

I'm afraid Guo Feiyu, who is so close, doesn't understand.

"Beautiful little Yao, if you still don't want my people, you will continue to fight... until he, the leader of the underworld in Z country, dies." The young man said coldly, squinting at Situ Xue. Situ lying on the floor with cold eyes.

Xue glanced at Guo Feiyu and raised her head suddenly, "As long as you stop beating him, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Hahaha, okay!" The young man smiled proudly and waved his hands to his men. Two burly men stepped forward and carried Situ Xue towards the cabin door.

"Situ Xue, you are stupid. Even if I die, I, Guo Feiyu, will not owe you such a favor!" Guo Feiyu's suppressed anger burst out in his heart. A real man would not owe a woman such a favor. No one has such a favor.

Ordinary men can't afford to repay. Guo Feiyu knows that he can't repay either. He would rather die than sacrifice an innocent girl, not to mention that life and death are still unknown.

Guo Feiyu's body rolled suddenly, knocking down the man who was carrying Situ Xue. Situ Xue fell to the floor, sobbing, and just stared at Guo Feiyu. "Seeking death!" The young man shouted loudly, reaching out and grabbing the hand of a man.

The rubber stick came to Guo Feiyu's side. He raised his foot and stepped on half of Guo Feiyu's cheek, lowering his head and looking down.

"Guo Feiyu, remember today, don't forget that you are a human being and not a god!" A cold smile appeared on the young man's face as he spoke, and the rubber stick in his hand was raised high, "Wow!" The rubber stick brought a strong wind.

, "No!" Situ Xue shouted with all her strength and passed out.

Guo Feiyu squinted at the rubber stick that had been smashed down. His eyelids did not tremble at all. He just looked at it for a moment. Then he felt a strong blow to his head. His vision went dark, and his brain instantly became

There was a blank. The young man threw the rubber stick on the floor, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking, "Carry them down... No one should have anything from that woman."

Idea, or die.”

Several thugs carried Guo Feiyu and Situ Xue who had fainted to the ground out of the cabin. The young man took a few puffs of cigarette, and the coldness on his face faded a lot. He threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the floor.

He turned around and walked out of the dimly lit cabin. In another more comfortable cabin, a man wearing a straight black tunic suit stood with his back to the door.

The young man who knocked Guo Feiyu unconscious walked into this small cabin. The young man bent slightly towards the person with his back to him and whispered: "The matter has been settled... what to do next.

"Will there be any mistakes?" The man in Mao suit asked calmly. The slightly bent young man raised his eyes and looked at the back of the stalwart a few steps away, and said decisively: "Don't worry... my technique will not go wrong, it will be just right."

.”

"After the ship arrives in Singapore, put the girl from the Situ family on the plane back to city B... No accidents are allowed. As for the other one... I have my own idea." The man in Mao suit said calmly.

XG is one of the Four Little Dragons in Asia and also the financial center of Asia. It is extremely prosperous and the high-rise buildings show the modern atmosphere of an international metropolis. However, the prosperity cannot cover up everything. There are skyscrapers and simple houses, and there are many high-rise buildings.

The bustling streets also have small streets and alleys with poor environment.

In the early morning, teahouses and breakfast shops on both sides of a small street opened early. Businessmen running a small business need to work hard day after day, using every bit of sweat to make a living, to change their lives, and to adapt to life.

There is a Hutchison Tea House nearby, with a two-story, three-room front room facing the street.

There was a very conspicuous signboard. It said it was a teahouse. It sold not only tea, but also barbecued pork buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks and other breakfast items. The door of Hutchison Tea House opened, and an old man in his sixties was holding a handful of

The broom came out and suddenly found a person lying next to the door, a young man with tattered clothes and blood stains all over his body.

"It's another little gangster who got chopped up in a fight. What's so good about the Young and Dangerous business...there are so many people doing it." The old man muttered and walked to the young man's side. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to turn the injured young man over.

The shocking blood stained cheek reflected the old man's eyes.

The old man shook his head and sighed several times. He hated the Young and Dangerous business very much. His son was an out-and-out gangster. He hung out with a large group of friends every day. In his free time, he ate, drank, whored and gambled.

When I was young, I would carry a machete and kill, dreaming of dominating the world and becoming the big brother.

"Hey, I hate you young and Dangerous guys...but you can't just ignore them."

The old man stood up and sighed helplessly, turned around and walked back to the store. Soon two young clerks came out and carried the injured youth into the store. In a small but neat room, the old man squatted on a steaming table.

In front of the basin, he was playing with a clean white towel with both hands. After playing with it carefully for a while, the old man wrung out the towel.

"The injury is like this... Why did you strike so hard..." As the old man spoke, he wiped the unconscious young man's face with a towel, wiping away the blood. A handsome face came into the old man's eyes. How beautiful the old man was.

He sighed, it was a pity that such a good young man turned into a gangster. The old man shook his head and turned around, put the blood-stained towel into the basin, and continued to play with it carefully.

"What is this place? Why am I here?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind the old man. The old man turned his head and frowned. He could tell from the voice that the young man in front of him was not a local, and he thought to himself.

If you are not a local, you may be a mainlander who came here illegally.

"What's your name and where are you from?" the old man asked with a frown. The handsome young man was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but raise his hands and rub his temples. He shook his head with a painful expression: "I don't know, I don't know anything.

I know...I can't remember anything, who am I? Who am I?!"
Chapter completed!