Located on Xi'an Road in Shanghai, there is an inconspicuous nightclub. It is said that it is not very conspicuous because its exterior decoration is too inconsistent and can be said to be old-fashioned. Even the words on the neon sign are broken.

No one went to practice, and could only emit a bleak glimmer of light.

But even such a nightclub has other mystery inside. Because the decoration on the outside is very poor, it is difficult to attract some individual customers, so they basically do business of repeat customers, and many of these repeat customers have identities.

People with status, today, the large private room here is receiving such a group of special guests.

"I often blame myself, I shouldn't have, I often regret not, I'll keep you..." A man's slightly crying song rang in the private room. There were actually many people sitting in the room, but when I heard this song,

But they all stopped, no one dared to speak out, but just listened quietly, showing great respect for the singing man.

The man is tall and has a bald head. His face is covered with trauma due to the wind and sun. His arms are covered with scars. It is obviously left by long-term outdoor homework, but this also exercises.

His strong body.

When a song was finished, the man's face was covered with tears. He wiped away the sad tears from his face and respectfully knelt down at a small frame placed on the coffee table.

It is the photo of Mr. Du Zhonghua.

"Master, when you were alive, I did not obey you well. If you left, I could not see you off. The disciple is unfilial, and the disciple is unfilial!" The man prayed silently at the photo, and then he was heavily on the ground

Kowtow, the floor made a "bangdong" sound. The people next to him were looking at him quietly, but no one dared to speak. When the man raised his head, the blood had already begun to follow his forehead.

Flowing down.

"Gao Jian, okay, although my father has left, our brothers are still here, and we will still live together in the future. Don't worry, as long as we are here, you will not suffer any losses!"

Du Jun whispered to the man.

Gao Jian seemed to have not heard it at all, and continued to say: "It's been five years, and I have always thought that after I come back, I can repay my master well, but I haven't even seen the last time my master has.

I haven't seen it, you guys say, how did Master die?! Say it!"

The people in the house are basically from the Jingwu Society, but most of them do not know the truth about Du Zhonghua's injury. Although Du Jun was accompanying him in the hospital, he heard Du Zhonghua tell some of the past events one after another.

I don’t know very much. I only know that Han Feng took a girl to see Du Zhonghua, and then the old man was injured, and an old lady died in Du Zhonghua’s office.

Du Jun did not speak, and the others dared not speak. They only knew that Du Zhonghua died of injury, but they did not know the inside story at all.

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Gao Jian suddenly became anxious: "You guys are talking. Master has always been in good health. I wrote a letter a month ago to tell him that when I was about to be released from prison, he was fine, so why did he be so soon

Dead?!"

Seeing that no one answered him, Gao Jian was anxious and flew up, hung over a junior brother beside him, jammed his neck with both hands, and asked sternly: "I'm asking you guys, are you all mute, right?

!”

The junior brother was stuck in his neck and could not speak at all. He could only struggle in pain, making a hoarse voice, begging Gao Jian.

"Gao Jian, let him go, what do you want to know, I will tell you!" Seeing Gao Jian's impulsive behavior, Du Jun finally issued an order to stop him.

Hearing his shouts, Gao Jian let go of his hand. The junior brother who was stuck in his neck was coughing in pain, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything at all.

Gao Jian turned around and walked to Du Jun, with a fierce light in his eyes: "Senior Brother, what's going on with the master, and how did your legs get hurt like this? Du Song and Du Qiang

, Why didn’t they come to pick me up? Even if my second son didn’t come, Xiaoqiang wouldn’t come to see me.”

His series of inquiries put Du Jun in endless pain. He shook his head helplessly, obviously unwilling to think of the two brothers, and even more unwilling to mention that sad past.

But the more he didn't say it, the more anxious Gao Jian became. He shouted in annoyance: "You are talking, what's wrong with them?"

"Second Brother, don't force the eldest brother to say that the third brother is dead. The second young master is still lying in the hospital and cannot move at all. Master, Master, he was beaten to death by someone." The one who was beaten to death by Gao Jian

The junior brother who was stuck in his neck finally shouted out the truth with a crying voice.

"What, Xiaoqiang is dead, Master was beaten to death, how could this happen? Who did it and who did it?!" Gao Jian couldn't believe his ears. He was led by Du Zhonghua since he was a child.

Later, he became the backbone of Du's company and Jingwu Association, and was deeply appreciated by Du Zhonghua. It was just because he helped Du Qiang, who was still young, fight with someone a few years ago, and accidentally killed the other party. Although after many aspects of the process, he finally

He was sentenced to five years in prison, so he had the best relationship with Du Qiang and respected Du Zhonghua the most.

"The death of the third brother and the injury of the second brother are related to our junior brother, and even the death of the master is more or less related to him." Du Jun pushed all the responsibility on Han Feng's face

Although they didn't dare to say anything to Han Feng when Du Zhonghua was alive, now that Du Zhonghua is dead, their resentment towards Han Feng was unconsciously revealed.

"Little junior brother, what kind of junior brother? Why is he related to the death of the third brother and his master?!" Gao Jian was said to be confused, and looked at Du Jun blankly, waiting for his further explanation.

Du Jun pulled him down and began to tell him the unbreakable and chaotic past between the Jingwu Association and Han Feng...

The Du family's villa was filled with solemnity. At Gao Jian's suggestion, everyone returned together and came to Du Zhonghua's mourning hall. Next to his portrait was Du Qiang's portrait.

Du Jun was inconvenient in his legs and feet, and sat in a wheelchair and on the edge of the mourning hall. The brothers and brothers were also standing respectfully on both sides. At the door of the hall, there was a brazier, and two disciples were holding glaze in their hands.

Ziye is waiting for Gao Jian's arrival.

Gao Jian walked over and he had already changed out of the old clothes he had just come out of prison and put on a black training suit. Combined with his tall body and strong physique, he looked even more majestic.

.

He walked to the door of the hall, and the two disciples used glaze leaves to help him sweep his body, which was to remove the evil spirit. Then he strode past the burning brazier, walked into the hall, and came to the mourning hall.

Gao Jian felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw the photos of Du Zhonghua and Du Qiang worshipped in the mourning hall. He knelt down on the ground, walked a few steps, and came to the mourning hall, burst into tears, his voice was sad, and his feelings were sincere.

Everyone in the infected hall also had rosy eyes and shed tears.

"Master, I know everything about it. I won't let you die in vain. I won't watch the Du family's industry and the Jingwu Association's years of foundation fall into the hands of outsiders. I will definitely be Gao Jian.

You will revive the Jingwu Association with your own abilities and assist the senior brother in revitalizing the Du Family Group. Please rest assured." Gao Jian said in a deep voice, his tone of low and powerful.

After expressing his determination to Du Zhonghua, his eyes fell on Du Qiang's photo next to him. A few years ago appeared before his eyes. When Du Qiang was a child, he rubbed him playing and playing together every day.

The innocent smile of the half-grown child kept flashing in front of his eyes, making his eyes blurred by tears again.

"Xiaoqiang, don't worry, the second senior brother won't let you die in vain. I will definitely seek justice for you!" Gao Jian said firmly, with a murderous aura in his tone. Anyone who knows his relationship with Du Qiang knows it.

Although the two are not biological brothers, their relationship is actually closer than that between the three Du brothers. During his imprisonment, only Gao Qiang sent him something every month.

It was just because the journey was long and I couldn't see him.

After swearing, he did not get up, but asked coldly: "Where is the younger brother? I want to see him!"

A disciple said respectfully: "Second Brother, he is not here."

Gao Jian's face became even more angry: "Master's 100 days have not passed yet, why didn't he come to keep a guard?!"

The disciple looked at Gao Jian who was angry and dared not answer the conversation.

Du Jun stepped forward and answered the words: "My junior brother's girlfriend is schizophrenia. A few days ago, he took his girlfriend to Japan to see a doctor, but he got into the local underworld again and was hit by hundreds of people.

He went to Shanghai for a long time to kill him. But one of his friends died to cover him. He was busy with the funeral of that friend these days, and he was also injured, so he greeted me.

come over."

"Master just passed away. He didn't keep his mind. He actually took his girlfriend to Japan and provoked a gangster. What was this kid thinking? Why did Master take such a gangster into the Jingwu Club? He was still obsessed with the ghosts.

He passed the president to him." Gao Jian shouted in anger and didn't understand.

"Go and tell him that I want to see him and let him come to the Jingwu Association's guild tomorrow morning. I want to see what method he uses to coax the master to hand over the Jingwu Association to him!" Gao
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