There is a very classic saying: wherever there is darkness, there is a secret room for rich people.

Because justice is always on the road of being late, and people who cannot get axiom always lose all hope halfway. What is the point if justice comes late?

Reality is always cruel. There are too many times and too many things. People can only bow to reality. The four words "powerlessness" sound full of powerlessness. What many people can do may be to accept their powerlessness.

Miao Xue’s reality that cannot be defeated by justice in her heart, she can only compromise.

Li Feiding glanced at Miao Xue. The sun was blocked at this time. How torture was this poor woman suffering in her heart? There was still light in her eyes, but the air was about to freeze.

"Little girl, if you want to cry, you will cry out loud and feel uncomfortable!"

Miao Xue shook her head and lay on him as if she had lost her strength, saying, "What's this? I can still bear it."

Li Fei reached out and touched her forehead, and found that it was covered with fine sweat. Miao Xue fell in love with her, but she couldn't give her anything.

Miao Xue is different from Liu Zhen. This girl is wrapped in a volcano and is so dangerous that she is easily out of control.

"Don't do this, we are not people from the same world, I don't want to hurt you..."

"Shh, don't talk, I just want to find a broad shoulder to lean on for a while, and that's fine."

Li Fei sighed. The stubborn girl was so sensible and would suffer a lot in the future. Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel a sting. Even if he had powerful power, he could not do anything about so many unfair things in the world.

Niu Xiulian opened the door and saw Li Fei sitting on the sofa, Miao Xue lying quietly in his arms, as if she was asleep.

"plum......"

Li Fei shook his head at her. Niu Xiulian glanced at Miao Xue, showing a clear look. She didn't say anything anymore. She pointed to the food she bought from her hand, glanced at the kitchen with her eyes, and then walked towards the kitchen with a very low step.

Miao Xue slept very heavily this time, until the next morning when she woke up from the nightmare. When she looked up, she saw Li Fei's face. Looking at the other person's slightly tired expression, she could no longer help crying loudly.

Li Fei listened quietly to her crying and ended, and didn't mind that tears wet her clothes at all, with a cold look in his eyes: "I will realize your justice. No matter what kind of rich second generation he is, in my eyes, I will let him be punished in a reasonable way."

Miao Xue's eyes were flashing with crystal tears, and she nodded gently.

Rich nightclub, third floor, three or four private rooms.

The smoke smell was very strong, and there were more than a dozen people sitting, most of them were men, one of whom was in his forties, and when he smiled, he was full of beards and tiles.

He raised his wine glass and said, "Mr. Zheng, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Mr. Zheng laughed and said, "Mr. Ma, you have to drink a few more drinks. It is all your trick to buy that piece of land. Don't worry, I have always been fair in my work and will never treat my brothers badly."

The two of them had a drink, and then Mr. Zheng looked at a young man sitting beside Mr. Ma. He seemed to be out of place with the scene around him, and his eyes were intertwined with the desire to leave.

"Brother Chen, why are you a little absent-minded? Is there anything wrong with what Zheng did?"

The young man didn't say anything, and President Ma smiled and explained to him: "President Zheng, don't be surprised. This kid's wife is pregnant and her body is here, but the heart inside has already run back home."

"Haha, so that's it."

Mr. Zheng was not asking questions. Looking at the young man's tender face, his eyes turned and he immediately had an idea: "It's rare for everyone to get together. It's too boring not to drink. Why not do this? Let's draw one from the playing cards, and the one who loses will drink three glasses of wine. If you really don't want to drink it, then complete a task I assigned. How about it?"

"Mr. Zheng's idea is really good."

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s the size.”

"Xiao Chen, don't let President Zheng be disappointed."

As soon as Mr. Zheng's words fell, the people next to him immediately said compliments. Someone had already prepared a deck of playing cards, which was equivalent to placing the young man on a fire rack.

The young man looked embarrassed, and Mr. Ma grabbed his wrist and whispered: "Don't act irritating. Mr. Zheng, our medicinal materials supplier, is just a small game. He has worked hard for more than two years. Don't make a fuss for a small thing, it's just a small game."

"Okay, just play once." The young man said helplessly.

Seeing that the young man finally agreed, Mr. Zheng showed a smug smile on his face. He took the lead in drawing a card and pressing it on the table. He did not rush to open it and looked at it. He seemed to be quite confident in his card.

The young man sighed without hesitation, and casually drew a card and opened it to see that it was a plum blossom ten, neither big nor small.

Mr. Zheng smiled and quietly unfolded the cards on the table. It turned out to be twelve squares, two more points than the young people.

Seeing this, Mr. Ma said, "Mr. Zheng, Xiao Chen really doesn't know how to drink, so I'll drink for him."

Mr. Zheng waved his hand and said, "I'm willing to accept the loss of bets. If he can't drink, he can complete the task I assigned. It's a game, and I'm happy."

Hearing the other party say this, Mr. Ma had to give the young man a look of self-requirement.

The young man stood up and said, "Mr. Zheng, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it." Mr. Zheng blinked his eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to be a smile.

The young man had already stood up, and it seemed impolite to sit down at this time. His at a loss seemed to others to enjoy it.

After a little bit of sex, the young man was a little impatient to wait, but the door opened. A woman in a white uniform walked in. She was petite and pure and charming. When Mr. Zheng saw her, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and screamed in surprise.

"It's her!"

The young man asked in surprise: "What did you say?"

Mr. Zheng laughed and said, "Seeing this beauty, you take off her skirt, and you will complete the task."

The young man's face changed drastically, and the woman's face was a little pale. She subconsciously turned around and wanted to go out. Someone immediately stood over and blocked the door.

Mr. Zheng laughed: "Beauty, don't be nervous. Just play a game and won't do anything to you. As long as you cooperate well, the money on the table will be yours."

As he spoke, he threw a stack of money on the table, and the thickness must be at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

The woman showed an expression of extreme disgust on her face and mocked: "I think it's great to have money. I also have dignity, a trash man."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present changed their faces.

Originally, in everyone's eyes, it was just a game, but the woman's words cursed everyone present, especially Mr. Zheng, who was a naked slap in the face to him.

Before Mr. Zheng could speak, a man with a gloomy appearance immediately stood up, walked quickly to the woman, pressed her against the wall cleanly, tore off the clothes on her back, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them cleanly into the woman's mouth. Then he took out the nylon rope from his pocket and tied her hands together.

The woman was still struggling, but saw the man with a gloomy appearance slapped her face: "Stinky bitch, Mr. Zheng wants to take off you, just give you a face, don't pretend to be purity here."

Following the time, a line of grievanced tears flowed down the corners of the woman's eyes.

Mr. Ma frowned and said softly: "Mr. Zheng, this is the territory of the Third Master, don't make a big deal."

The others stopped the name of the Third Master and their eyes shrank for a moment. The other party was very powerful in Ninghai City, had a gang background, and their power was only under the four major families.

Mr. Zheng raised his glass and drank it, his eyes smiling slightly: "Si Cheng should treat beauties more gentle, don't act so heavily."

"I know the boss."

That being said, Si Cheng had no intention of loosening the woman, and he pressed her tightly against the wall.

Mr. Zheng said to the young man: "Brother Chen, don't be terrified, hurry up and go and do it, everyone is waiting for you to accept it."

The young man looked at Mr. Ma in embarrassment, and the other party just shook his head slightly at him and did not clearly express anything.

He gritted his teeth, looked at the woman with his hands tied, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I can't help either, don't blame me."

The woman looked at him with a desolate expression, tears flowing down silently, and dripping to the ground, as if she was stabbed in the heart of a young man.

For some reason, the young man felt his heart beating rapidly, not because of his heart, but because of a palpitations. His mind suddenly returned to the hotel room two years ago.

"You're here."

The man sitting on the bed looked in his forties with a look of fatigue on his face. Looking at the man crawling in from the bathroom vent, it seemed that he had expected it.

The young man felt a little nervous. Although he was holding a sharp knife in his hand, the man opposite was a battle-hardened policeman, whose name was Huang Zhicheng.

"Your name is Chen Yanan, right? You just turned 18 this year. Have you ever thought about the consequences of killing me?" Huang Zhicheng said with a calm expression.

"The consequences! It's so funny!" Chen Yanan's voice was very loud, and then he looked out the door cautiously, worried that others would hear it.

Huang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, the sound insulation in the room is very good, and people outside can't hear it."

Chen Yanan said coldly: "Who said I'm afraid? I dare to kill you? I have long put my life and death aside. Huang Zhicheng, why did you shoot my father back then?"

"I have to do this!"

"What does it mean to do this? You cold-blooded gunman, I can kill you now."

Chen Yanan rushed up excitedly, put the knife on Huang Zhicheng's neck, and his hands were still trembling.

"I'm performing a policeman's duties and he will endanger the lives of others, and I have to do that."

"That woman died when she died. My dad is so honest. Who do you think he will threaten?"

"After all, she's your mother..."

"Shut up!"

Chen Yanan could no longer listen, so he raised his knife and slashed it hard, but Huang Zhicheng did not hide or resist.

There was only a blood-red color left in his eyes, and he saw his twisted face.
Chapter completed!