Since I learned that Xiaohong Restaurant is named after Sister Hong, whenever I see Sister Hong crossing her legs and eating snacks to watch TV, Zhao Xiaohan will not help but frown. It is also making money. Why can Sister Hong make money in her pocket by lying there watching TV, but she has to be exhausted?

At first, when he saw Zhao Xiaohan coming back, Sister Hong was still frightened, thinking that Zhao Xiaohan would question him about the restaurant, so in his heart, Sister Hong had already thought of more than a hundred answers, and even practiced dozens of times in front of the mirror, trying to show her feelings more sincerely. Who knew that when Zhao Xiaohan came back, she thought nothing had happened, and she didn't even say a few more words to herself, which made Sister Hong feel more or less hit.

"Have you contacted Zhao Zilong?"

In Yuzhuxuan, Zhao Xiaohan frowned in the living room. Before he knew it, so many days had passed, but Zhao Zilong still had no news. This made Zhao Xiaohan feel a little headache. Losing contact for a short time may prove that they were in training, but losing contact for a long time means that something must have happened.

"No." A Niu shook his head, his eyes a little helpless. In fact, every day, he tried to contact Zhao Zilong, but there was no news. His mobile phone had never turned off for twenty-four hours a day. If Zhao Zilong wanted to contact him, it would be impossible to contact him, unless there was only one possibility, that is, Zhao Zilong didn't want to contact him at all.

After hearing A Niu's words, Zhao Xiaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded gently, but he didn't say anything, but was thinking in his heart what kind of big thing happened that would make the entire team lose information. While thinking, Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette and slowly walked out of the living room.

"Aniu, send me to the group." When a cigarette was almost smoking, Zhao Xiaohan casually snatched out the cigarette butts, stretched his frown for a moment. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Aniu nodded, quickly came to the garage, chose a Lexus and drove out.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Xiaohan looked down from time to time and looked at his watch. It was still early, but it was just over 10 o'clock in the morning. His purpose of going to the group today was very simple. After a series of splits and reorganizations, Zhao's Group will apply for listing tomorrow. Today is the last day when Zhao Xiaohan went to the company to review the application.

If the application for listing fails, it means that the Zhao Group will soon usher in the biggest blow in life. It is very likely that the influence of the Zhao Group will plummet from now on. However, for Zhao Xiaohan, he is still full of confidence. As for where he came from, Zhao Xiaohan's mouth raised, he didn't know.

"Brother Han, after going public, can the market value of our group be doubled?" Aniu spoke softly while driving the car, looking very curious. After hearing Aniu's words, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not just twice. If the financing is successful, the stock market will rise sharply, at least three times. At that time, we will have sufficient working capital and can do more."

"Oh, so that's what it means to go public." A Niu nodded suddenly. In his impression, listing was to prove that his company was already awesome. Unexpectedly, there was another deep meaning. Suddenly, A Niu seemed to remember a sentence, "It's terrible that it's not cultured."

Listening to A Niu's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly and closed his eyes gently. However, just when he had just had a light sleep for a few seconds, suddenly, the car body shook and almost hit the guardrail of the expressway in front. With this rush, Zhao Xiaohan opened his eyes in an instant.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xiaohan frowned. He knew Aniu's driving skills. If there was no accident, such a low-IQ mistake would never have happened.

"Someone fired at us with a 0.09-diameter sniper rifle." A Niu looked at a small hole in the car window with a serious look. The hole was very small, and there was a golden bullet stuck in the middle. When he saw this scene, Zhao Xiaohan frowned and said anxiously: "Let's go down quickly."

As Zhao Xiaohan exclaimed, A Niu hurriedly stopped the car and lay in the co-pilot's position without saying a word. Zhao Xiaohan also hurriedly leaned over in the co-pilot's position at this moment. Then, his spiritual sense opened up and began to find the hiding place of nearby snipers. Unfortunately, when Zhao Xiaohan used up his spiritual sense, he still did not find any suspicious person, and even he did not let go of every big tree.

"Get up." Withdrawing his spiritual sense, Zhao Xiaohan frowned and walked out of the car, stepped forward, and buckled the golden bullet from the glass of the car window. He lowered his head and looked at the bullet. Zhao Xiaohan's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Damn it, I've been followed." A Niu punched the car in anger, and his face looked extremely ugly. The other party had been ambushing here early in the morning. It was obvious that they had been followed since the morning, but he was confused and had to say that this was his mistake.

Seeing A Niu's angry look, Zhao Xiaohan didn't make a sound, but picked up the golden bullet, looked left and right a few times, then disassembled the bullet up and down. At this time, the bullet had no explosives and turned into an empty bullet shell. When Zhao Xiaohan took off the bullet, a slightly yellow note suddenly fell out of it.

Notes? When Zhao Xiaohan saw the note, he was a little confused. What kind of material is this note? After experiencing such a high temperature, it did not melt. With doubts, Zhao Xiaohan opened the note and then saw a few big black characters coming into his eyes.

"The purpose of today is not to kill you, don't be afraid, just to tell you that I'm back, don't worry, you will know who I am, and my purpose is just to kill your life."

He is back? When he saw these words, Zhao Xiaohan narrowed his eyes slightly. He is back. Who is he? When did he leave, why is he back? Why is his purpose of coming back? Why is he going to take his own life? Zhao Xiaohan couldn't figure it out, yes, there are too many enemies.

"Brother Han, who is he?" Seeing the note, A Niu spoke in confusion.

"I don't know." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head gently, rubbed his temples, and after a while, he whispered: "Let's go to the Su family, not the group."

In the Su family, Uncle Fu gave Zhao Xiaohan a cup of tea and then sat opposite him. This time, there were only two masters and apprentices in the living room. To be precise, Uncle Fu was Zhao Xiaohan's master. He also received a ceremony for apprenticeship. I still remember that when he was apprenticeship, Uncle Fu promised Zhao Xiaohan that if you want to learn the skills of killing, I will introduce you to a real killer. Zhao Xiaohan still remembers that sentence.

However, in the past, Zhao Xiaohan did not have such a strong impulse to learn murder skills. But today, Zhao Xiaohan suddenly understood one thing, that is, he was too passive. Self-protection can be done, but what he wants is definitely not just self-protection.

"I really want to learn?" Uncle Fu took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows, and spoke softly.

"I really have to learn." Zhao Xiaohan nodded without hesitation, but his eyes squinted unconsciously. This time, no one could stop his decision. Gradually, he also discovered that his responsibilities were getting bigger and bigger, but his abilities were getting smaller and smaller. He was increasingly lacking in the strength to protect the people he cared about. When the strength and ability did not match, only by constantly making himself stronger can he do it.

After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Uncle Fu did not ask why he had such an idea, but just lowered his head quietly to drink tea. After a long time, Uncle Fu suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaohan's eyes with a sharp look. After a long time, his eyelids drooped and he spoke softly: "He is not in Yanjing."

"It doesn't matter where he is, as long as he can teach me the skills of killing." For Zhao Xiaohan, it doesn't matter where that person is. As long as he wants to learn, even the ends of the world, it is not a problem for him. Of course, that person must give him a satisfactory answer.

"Is it really decided?" Uncle Fu asked again. He had vaguely seen Zhao Xiaohan's determination, but he still asked again, although he already knew the answer.

"It's decided." Zhao Xiaohan nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm.

"Okay." Uncle Fu nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up a piece of paper and pen from the table, waved his hand, and wrote a few big words on it and handed it to Zhao Xiaohan. Then he stood up and said softly: "Hold this piece of paper, you can find him."

After the words came, Uncle Fu turned around and walked out of the living room. Looking at Uncle Fu's disappearing figure, Zhao Xiaohan lowered his head and looked at the note in his hand. He saw three big words written on it: "Sun Mountain."

"Sun Mountain?" Zhao Xiaohan frowned and thought carefully. What kind of place is this? In China, a place called Sun Mountain, there are eight thousand or eight thousand in less than 100,000. If he searches one by one, he would have to find the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month? But if he didn't look for it, how could he get what he wanted?
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