"Tell your boss, what should be done? It was done by me, Han Feng, and it has nothing to do with everyone else. Anyone in the underworld and white do you find me. Do you understand?" The waiter agreed and ran away.

Han Feng said to Peng Hao and others: "You guys take Sister Xiu back quickly. This time the matter is serious. I guess Lei Zi (the policeman) is looking for us. You should find a way to hide quickly. What your brother owes your brothers, and if you have a life in the future, you will pay it back together." As he said that, he was about to go out.

Qingchundou grabbed him: "Boss, what are you talking about? You asked us to leave. Are you going to find Huang Qiang by yourself? Are we the unfaithful people? We are going to go together."

"Don't fucking it. This time, the matter is no smaller than when we fight normally. I'll just take the thunder. Don't get involved, go quickly!" Han Feng said anxiously.

"No, we must not..." Peng Hao also wanted to persuade Han Feng, but stopped again, because Han Feng had already picked up his dagger from the ground and pressed it on his throat. The meaning in his eyes was that if you don't leave, I will die in front of you.

Peng Hao and others helped Li Xiu, who was still a little dizzy, to walk out. Han Feng kept pushing him with a dagger until they all walked out before putting the knife down. Then they shook and walked out...

In autumn, it was dark early in Beijing. The street lights were already on at about 5 pm. Although it was a weekend, there were still a lot of pedestrians on the street during the evening rush hour.

Huang Qiang's old mother took a basket of fresh vegetables and meat she had just bought off the No. 24 bus and walked towards her slum. It was another Saturday afternoon. She knew that her son was coming back, so she bought a lot of vegetables and meat. Although she knew that Huang Qiang never lacked food and drink outside, every time her son came back, she still had to cook some food and rice for him to eat. Every time she saw Huang Qiang satisfied with the food she cooked, the old man felt the most gratifying and happiest moment.

But as soon as she got to the small wooden building today, she felt that the atmosphere was wrong. There were blood marks on the slabs on the stairs, and the colors were still very bright, as if they had just left behind.

Although the old man could not ask what Huang Qiang was doing outside, he also knew that Huang Qiang was not doing serious business, so he was often worried about him. But no matter what happened to Huang Qiang, he was just as good as when he returned home, and he never worried the old man. But today the blood stains on the corridor gave the old man an ominous premonition.

As soon as the door of the house was opened, the old man screamed. Huang Qiang leaned against her small bed covered in blood. The blood had dyed the sheets and the ground beneath him red.

The old man immediately threw down the thing in his hand and threw himself on his son: "Qianzi, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Qiang waved his hand to signal the old man not to shout, and then said in a weak voice: "Mom, I'm fine. I came back just to get some money from you and leave quickly. I guess I might have to hide in other places for a while this gust of wind. After this, I will come back. Take care of yourself."

The old man didn't listen to what he said, but just looked at his wound lovingly: "Qianzi, how did you do this?"

"Don't ask the fuck, take me the money and leave quickly, otherwise I will die of life to see you again in the future." Huang Qiang saw that his mother-in-law and mother didn't ask, and he was anxious and shouted.
Chapter completed!