Xiao Beichen returned to his room without any hindrance as if he was in a deserted place.
"I'm home?"
"came back."
"Ready to leave?"
"gone!"
In the cell, an old man with his legs crossed and a dragon tattooed on his body was holding a cigarette leisurely in his mouth, staring straight at Xiao Beichen, with an intriguing curve in the corner of his mouth.
He is Yao Lao.
Xiao Beichen didn't know his name or true identity.
In the past three years.
All of Xiao Beichen's medical skills and kung fu were taught by Yao Lao, and the only condition was to bring him a few packs of cigarettes.
Yao Lao keeps a low profile. He has never shown any strength in front of prisoners or prison guards. Everyone thinks that he is just an ordinary old man. If Xiao Beichen hadn't given him a cigarette, he probably wouldn't have had this opportunity.
.
Yao Lao picked up the cigarette case next to him, took a look at it, looked up at Xiao Beichen, and asked, "Are there any more cigarettes?"
"And." Xiao Beichen took out a box of Furong King from his pocket, threw it to Yao Lao, and said with a serious expression: "I'm leaving soon, don't you have anything to say?"
"What to say?"
"Should I tell you to come back often?" Yao Lao joked.
Xiao Beichen was stunned when he heard this.
Yao Lao never asked Xiao Beichen to help him with anything except asking him for cigarettes. However, Xiao Beichen knew that with Yao Lao's strength and mystery, the background behind him was definitely not simple.
For such a strong person, there is no way the prison can keep him.
Yao Lao stays here.
There must be some unknown secrets here.
Xiao Beichen didn't want to ask too many questions. In his heart, he had long regarded Yao Lao as the most important person in his life. As long as he needed it, Xiao Beichen would save him without hesitation.
Even if it doesn't work now, it will definitely work in the future.
"do not."
"I don't want to come in again."
Xiao Beichen walked to the bed, picked up his backpack, turned to look at Yao Lao, and tried with a smile: "I'm really leaving. Do you really have nothing to explain?"
"No!" Yao Lao wrote lightly.
"That's okay!"
Xiao Beichen didn't hesitate anymore and walked directly out the door with his backpack on his shoulders.
"Brat."
"I have taught you so many things in the past three years, and you just slapped your ass and left?" Yao Lao became anxious.
"hehe."
Xiao Beichen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and asked, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Yao Lao took a deep drag on the cigarette, then took off a black bone ring from his hand, handed it to Xiao Beichen, and said with a serious expression: "Then, live a good life after you go out, and don't be as useless as before. If you encounter
What's the trouble, this ring might be able to save your life."
Give me?
Xiao Beichen was stunned for a moment, then took the ring.
This is Yaolao's treasure.
Normally, Xiao Beichen would not let him take a look at it, but now he actually gave it to him, which was a bit surprising.
"Thanks!"
Xiao Beichen didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left.
When Yao Lao saw this, he stood up angrily: "You heartless person, I haven't finished speaking yet. There is another booklet here, take it and study it yourself."
"besides……"
"When you go out, someone will pick you up at the door."
"what do you need."
"Just use this bone ring to find him." Yao Lao looked at the booklet in his hand with some reluctance in his eyes.
"Bring it to you."
Xiao Beichen grabbed it without hesitation, put it directly into his bag, and said with a smile: "Thank you, teacher!"
Finished.
Xiao Beichen turned around gracefully, threw his backpack on his shoulders, and walked towards the prison gate.
…
"ah!"
"Finally it's out."
Xiao Beichen walked out of the prison door, took a few breaths of fresh air outside, and said refreshed: "It's been three years and I'm finally out. I wonder if Mu Yun will be too excited to sleep when she sees me."
The words just fell.
Suddenly, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate of the prison, and four black-clad bodyguards wearing sunglasses got out. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a skull shirt.
The middle-aged man took off his sunglasses, looked Xiao Beichen up and down, and said arrogantly: "Are you Xiao Beichen?"
Um?
Xiao Beichen was stunned when he heard this, thinking that this was the person Yao Lao said was coming to pick him up?
Doubts in my heart.
Although Yao Lao's identity is mysterious, he usually keeps a low profile. The people under him shouldn't look like ruffians, right? If this guy is really one of Yao Lao's, then it's really a waste of hope.
"That's right."
"I am Xiao Beichen."
As soon as he said these words, the middle-aged man touched the gold chain around his neck. Then, the four bodyguards behind him quickly surrounded Xiao Beichen, with murderous intent in their eyes!
"Um?"
Xiao Beichen frowned and said without fear: "What are you doing?"
The middle-aged man raised the corner of his mouth and stared at Xiao Beichen, not hiding his arrogance at all: "Master Zhao said, I will buy your life for one hundred thousand yuan. If you be good, I will make your death more comfortable."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out a dagger from his waist.
Mr. Zhao?
Xiao Beichen instantly understood that this man was the person sent by Zhao Hang of the Zhao Group to kill him. From the scars on his face, he estimated that he had carried several lives.
Such a desperado is indeed suitable for buying murderers and killing people.
"Yeah?"
Xiao Beichen narrowed his eyes and then sneered.
It's a bit frighteningly cold.
Three years ago, Zhao Hang framed himself and went to jail. Now that he was finally released from prison, he actually sent someone to intercept and kill him. How could he continue to be a man who not only wanted his own life, but also wanted to seize his wife?
Happy and happy in the world?
Xiao Beichen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stared at the middle-aged man closely, snorting coldly: "What a pity, you don't have the strength to kill me yet. If you tell me where Zhao Hang is, maybe... I can spare you.
One life!"
What?
The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at Xiao Beichen in disbelief: "You really don't know how to live or die. Come on, break his legs first!"
With a look from the middle-aged man, four bodyguards in black immediately pounced on him.
boom!
In a flash of lightning, the four bodyguards in black were kicked into the air on the spot, scattered like balloons exploding, and then flew upside down to the ground, instantly losing their ability to fight.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe his eyes.
Xiao Beichen's speed is really too fast.
The middle-aged man didn't even see clearly how he did it. These were all fighting masters who had undergone long-term training. How could they be subdued by Xiao Beichen in just one second?
impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
The middle-aged man didn't believe this was true. He quickly clenched the dagger and rushed towards Xiao Beichen, shouting: "Go to hell!"
Whoosh!
However, at this moment, a black shadow flashed past, and before the middle-aged man's hand could touch Xiao Beichen, a flying knife suddenly appeared on his arm, directly piercing his bones.
Bang!
The dagger fell directly to the ground, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.
Suddenly, everyone was shocked.
Because no one saw where the dagger was struck from.
"Who is it?" The middle-aged man's eyes were red. He held his injured right hand, looked around, and cursed: "If you have the guts, come out and see if I can kill you!"
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, another flying knife appeared instantly and hit the middle-aged man's knee, causing him to kneel down on the spot.
Xiao Beichen frowned when he saw this: "Yao Lao's people are here?"
at this time.
From the big trees around the prison gate, four men in black clothes suddenly jumped down and came to Xiao Beichen very quickly. They knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists with both hands and said: "Master, I'm here late, let you
Frightened!"
Lord of life?
Xiao Beichen looked at the black bone ring on his hand and sighed inwardly: "Yao Lao, this dead old man, really has an extraordinary identity. I thought I just inherited his mantle, but I didn't expect that there is a group of dead servants."
Seeing this posture, the middle-aged man was so frightened that he took a few steps back: "You... who are you? Let me tell you, I am Mr. Zhao's son..."