Thousands of miles away in the suburbs of Beijing, winding mountains and mountains, a number of simple and solemn manors are scattered, dotted with beautiful scenery in the mountains.

Here you can overlook the thousand-year-old capital of Beijing in the distance, you can overlook the Great Wall that winds for thousands of miles, and the prosperity of the modern city and the heavy sense of historical vicissitudes seem to be gathered in these manors.

At this moment, in the study of a three-story small building in the depths of one of the manors, an old man in a long robe had a gloomy face, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts.

"Mr. Ding, something happened to ......the young master! He was killed at the Hong Kong City Wind Lai Club......"

"Mr. Wuchao was seriously injured and unconscious while chasing the gangsters, and is being resuscitated in the hospital......"

"Mr. Ding, the murderer is Xie Bin, there is no doubt that this bastard has fled overseas and his whereabouts are unknown......"

A series of bad news hit his heart like a hammer, making Ding Cheng sleepless all night and ten years old overnight. Prior to this, he kept giving orders to ask people to thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the murderer, to see people alive and dead to see corpses.

But now, with Xie Bin absconding overseas, his revenge for killing his son will be far away!

At the beginning, he had a middle-aged child, and he was obedient to this only heir, but it turned out to be Ding Han's lustful temperament, and he contracted a terminal illness! Seeing that with the help of Mr. Wu, he was about to be cured of AIDS, but he fell into this situation overnight, is his Ding family really going to die?

The sunlight shone into the study through the antique window and on his face, and Ding Cheng, who looked blank, slowly extinguished the cigarette butt and called out in a hoarse voice: "Someone!"

A hunchbacked old housekeeper hurriedly entered the door and responded, "Mr. Ding, what are your orders?"

"Prepare the plane, go to Hongzhou!" Ding Cheng shouted in a deep voice.

What is the old man going to do there? At this time, shouldn't he go all out to track down Xie Bin's whereabouts? Why did he run to an unrelated central city instead?

Hongzhou is located between the mountains, a third-tier city, but it is a provincial transportation artery.

Ding Cheng's private plane took off on time, left the capital, and arrived in Hongzhou after a two-and-a-half-hour flight, and then changed to a car, donkey cart, and human-powered sedan chair, and changed three means of transportation in a row, and finally walked for two hours, and in the evening, he and the housekeeper came to a nameless village in the deep mountains.

Mr. Ding...... Here it is......"

"Xishanzhai, you are waiting here, if I don't come out at dawn, you can go back to your hometown!" Ding Cheng leaned on his cane, picked up the suitcase that never left his hand, and resolutely walked towards the gloomy cottage.

The hunchbacked butler watched his master's figure disappear into the cottage path, and his spine was cold......

The old housekeeper waited anxiously, this night, the mountain wind was howling like a ghost, and there was no light in the cottage in the distance, as if there was no one there. At a certain moment in the second half of the night, he faintly heard a heart-rending roar, like a demon in hell, trying his best to crawl out of the world!

Fear and worry made him anxious, and after a night of torment, at last he was looking forward to someone before dawn!

The man walked in a hurry, with vigorous steps, empty-handed, and approached, which surprised the old butler, and he retreated again and again, and the prepared greeting was swallowed back to his stomach!

"What's the matter, Ah Shan, don't you recognize me?" The person who came smiled, changing his previous gloom, but this face made the old housekeeper's scalp numb, his eyelids jumped, and his hands were trembling.

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Ding...... How do you ......"

"Why did I suddenly become younger, right?" Ding Cheng's smile was incomparably cheerful, high-spirited, and full of ambition!

"Yes, you are really Mr. Ding?......" The old housekeeper Ah Shan couldn't understand, there is really a way to rejuvenate in this world?

Overnight, Ding Cheng's face was more than thirty years younger, his hair was dark, his face was handsome, there was not a trace of wrinkles on his face, and even his cane was lost.

"Hahaha...... Let's go, youth is capital! I, Ding Cheng, borrow from the sky for another forty years, this time, I want to live again!"

His son died, and there was no hope, so Ding Cheng decided to go into battle in person!

The business empire he created single-handedly cannot be left to decline, and it cannot be left without an heir! Those enemies who owe a blood debt must be killed with their own hands!

......

Deep in the jungle of a small island in the South Pacific, stilted bamboo huts dot the swamp, smoke rising and dawn illuminates the primeval forest.

Woken up by shouting and swearing, groups of unclothed men were driven like cattle to the outside of the bamboo hut, where they hurried a few bites of food before being driven to the volcanic mines a few miles away.

In the clearing at the edge of the mine, a shirtless man sits at a table, holding a knife, and is feasting on a large piece!

On the table was a whole burnt four-meter-long crocodile, and the cleaver was horizontally and vertically pronged in various parts, and the fragrance wafted far away, making the black and thin miners swallow their saliva.

"Li!" A white man in a cowboy hat walked quickly with a gun on his back, his face anxious! At the table, an oriental man in a white shirt casually cut crocodile meat and brought it to his mouth: "What's the matter?

"No, it's not, it's the IMO intelligence ......"

"International mercenary organization, what can alarm you?, our intelligence officer?" Li smiled and picked up the red wine: "Don't worry, sit down and have a drink first, and talk slowly." ”

"I'm sorry, I must, I have to tell you, Your Excellency, Commander...... It's about the Stinger Mercenary Regiment......"

"Really, what about them, the mission failed?" Lee's face became serious, and his sip of wine froze.

"Yes, not only that, your younger brother, Captain Li Xiangnan...... He died in the East!" The intelligence officer cautiously watched the face of the regimental commander, not daring to approach.

The glass was bitten and chewed in his mouth, and with a pop, he turned his head and spit it out to the side, and twenty meters away, a miner slave fell to the ground, his entire face, including his neck, made into a honeycomb by glass shards!

The man stood up slowly, his anger almost overflowing from his body, "Who was it? Who killed him!?"

"We have no way of knowing...... I only know that he was destroyed in a place called Gangcheng...... There is no mention of the killer in the intelligence of the international mercenary organization. ”

"Port City!" The man's eyes were full of blood, "Check, find out the murderer for me! Prepare the seaplane, I want to land!"

"Do as you command, Your Excellency, Commander!"

......

Minxing Building, Lin Feng carried the key and whistled all the way into the lobby.

At the entrance of the "Xiaolin ......" elevator, Zhang Yan, who was full of spring breeze like willows, happened to see him, and hurriedly pulled Lin Feng to the side to whisper.

"How is it, Sister Yan!" Lin Feng looked at her face that had been moistened by a man, and knew that the medicine must work.

Zhang Yan touched his face and smiled shyly: "The curative effect of your medicine is simply amazing! Before he took it, he was like a reconnaissance plane, he slipped away after a few glances at the enemy, and he didn't even dare to throw a bomb." Now, it's like two people, and the ace fighter is not so powerful, circling, diving, maneuvering, fighting, bombing, strafing...... Two hours without duplicates!"

"Haha...... You can see it, Sister Yan, you're young again!"

"Yes, yes, I also think it's a few years younger, you say, is it possible for me to get pregnant in a month or two?" Zhang Yan smiled like a sunflower.

"I think it's okay, come on, Sister Yan, youth is capital!"