In a dark basement, Song Qingshan sat on a chair with cold eyes.

In front of him, there were a row of young men dressed in decent clothes.

Although these people are not old, they all have a fierce aura.

And they all have tattoos on their arms.

If someone familiar sees it, he will definitely exclaim.

These people were shocked to be the elder brothers from all parts of City C!

Some of them are stationed inside the school, and some are stationed in entertainment venues, which can be said to cover the entire streets and alleys of City C.

Although they are not famous figures, they have unquestionable authority in some ways.

They all have a group of gangsters under their command, responsible for distributing some contraband products.

Among all night scenes, they are the kings.

But at this moment, they stood in front of Song Qingshan, and they were like mice seeing a cat, timid and did not even dare to look at him directly.

"Our business seems to be a bit down recently, and it is only half of last month's. The boss cannot accept this result."

"Brother Shan, you also know that since Yang Huaiyu came to power, City C has been swept around every now and then. Many of our venues have suffered heavy losses. Many of our brothers are worried about being arrested and have already withdrawn from the club."

A yellow-haired man with a tiger tattoo said in embarrassment.

"Yes, Brother Shan, the turmoil is too tight recently, so we can't use it!"

"Our venue is also in a bleak business. The police station came to sweep the bus almost the next day, making us afraid to eat it."

"If you want me to tell me, the boss is so powerful, why don't you pull Yang Huaiyu off the stage? With him here, we can't even have enough food."

...

Everyone started talking, and they were all complaining.

Song Qingshan smiled coldly and said, "I don't care. Anyway, the task I distributed to you must be completed. Forget this time. If it is not completed next time, don't blame me for dealing with it according to the rules."

Although Song Qingshan's voice was not very loud, everyone started to tremble when they heard this.

Obviously, Song Qingshan has great prestige in their minds.

Song Qingshan glanced at everyone in front of him and snorted coldly: "Get out of here, don't contact me if you're fine."

Everyone retreated silently, leaving Song Qingshan alone sitting on the chair, falling into deep thought.

bump!

He punched the chair armrest.

Click!

The handrail actually broke.

"Young man, don't be so angry. A temporary setback is nothing. The one who can laugh to the end is the king."

A voice sounded faintly.

A figure walked out and gently pressed his shoulder with both hands.

Song Qingshan was shocked all over and did not look back, but there was a hint of respect in his voice.

"Master, can I really never compare to Lang Xiao?"

"It depends on how you compare. You are a talent, but you and him will never be able to take the same path."

"Are you comforting or blowing?" Song Qingshan smiled bitterly, but a sharp look in his eyes: "I have not been idle for the past eight years. Don't you often say that I am a good seedling that can be chosen from a thousand years?"

"Yes, you are a good seedling from a thousand to choose from, but Langxiao is a genius in a thousand. There is no comparison between you."

Song Qingshan's breathing became rapid, and his fists were pinching, making a sound of exploding air.

"No, I don't believe it. Why can I be the second child, not the eldest child? Over the years, my only wish is to surpass him and make him worship me."

Song Qingshan was excited.

"Your pattern is too small, and you aim for Langxiao, it is too small after all."

"If even he can't surpass him, how can I accomplish great things?"

Song Qingshan's expression became firm.

"I suggest you continue to lie dormant, finally find someone to take the blame. After this time, don't make any troubles."

"No, I just want to fight him. Why are he really as powerful as you said? Why are we fooled around by us?" Song Qingshan said dissatisfied.

"I'll say that. Think about it yourself. After a while, he will leave here. Why bother with the past? Besides, Lang Xiao is not sorry for you."

"Eight years, eight years! He left that year, without even a word of explanation. Several brothers were retaliated by the four great kings, Xiaodong died tragically, Along broke his arm, only I was saved by Master, and after he came back, he didn't even say a word of sorry."

Song Qingshan's forehead was exposed with a sharp light, and he was very excited.

"It's all the past, why bother to care?"

"We were brothers of Jinlan back then, and we agreed to share the same difficulties with each other."

"Langxiao values ​​love and friendship. He doesn't want to implicate you. Do you know that the battle was like a river of blood? You guys can only die when you go."

Song Qingshan took a deep breath and said, "Master, I know your concerns, but if he knew what we did, would he still think you were an elder and a friend?"

The figure slowly walked forward and showed his face under the light.

If Lang Xiao saw it, he would definitely be shocked.

This person is actually the shopkeeper of Youranju, Tang Long’s former housekeeper, and Chen Jiahui, a generation of chef god!

Lang Xiao has doubted him.

Because only he knows Chen Jiahui's true energy.

But he was unwilling to doubt.

Chen Jiahui was Tang Long’s housekeeper back then and a good brother, and helped Lang Xiao a lot.

In Lang Xiao's eyes, this Uncle Chen is a gentle and generous elder.

At this moment, he was awakening from meditation.

When I opened my eyes, the sky outside was already dimming.

But his eyes were shining, and his gaze seemed clearer than usual.

Lang Xiao moved for a while and couldn't help but feel happy.

My recovery ability is really too powerful.

Just this day's practice has reached its peak again.

If you continue practicing, there will be no effect unless you make a breakthrough.

He took out his cell phone and turned it on skillfully.

Yang Huaiyu did not call again, but Zhang Lin had several calls to remind him.

Lang Xiao was shocked. Zhang Lin was responsible for tracking the heart-digging demon Lang Jingtian. She called and there must be news.

As soon as the phone was answered, Zhang Lin's voice rang out anxiously.

"Dear, why did you turn off the phone? I've called you several times."

"Baby, sorry, a little incident happened last night, and it's only solved now. I have the latest information about the Heart-digging Madman here. Do you need to refer to it?"

"This is not urgent. I have found the trace of the heart-drawing maniac. Now I will send you the location."

While talking, Lang Xiao's mobile phone showed that he had received a WeChat message.

He said happily: "Dear, you are really an expert, you can find it."

"Dear, be careful and be careful."

Zhang Lin said with concern.

She is the person who knows the terrible terrible maniacs best except Lang Xiao.

This demon is simply inhumane and treats human life as much as a mustard of grass.

Tang Kuang was going to catch such a person, of course she was worried.
Chapter completed!