sent someone to pick up the Mercedes-Benz G63 placed at the intersection of Art Street, and under Meng Qinghua's repeated insistence, Wang Zhilin got into Meng Qinghua's car, and Zhang Hang sat in the back seat with interest.

"Sister Zhilin, are you really okay, are you hurt?" Meng Qinghua asked uncomfortably as he drove Wang Zhilin home in a car.

"It's really okay, Zhang Hang is escorting me, what can happen. Wang Zhilin replied.

"Oh, what's wrong with your arm?" At the traffic light intersection, Meng Qinghua turned his head sideways, and suddenly found a bruise on Wang Zhilin's arm, and asked in a panic.

"Oh, it's okay, that rascal pulled my arm, it's okay. Wang Zhilin said with a slightly red face, listening to Meng Qinghua's tone, as if she had been injured multiple times.

"Holy shit, he was really cheap just now, dare to hurt Sister Zhilin, Lao Tzu broke his legs!" Meng Qinghua put himself on the steering wheel and said angrily.

"Can you not swear?" Wang Zhilin said dissatisfiedly to Meng Qinghua, who had a dirty mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time!" Meng Qinghua raised his hand and slapped his mouth, which meant that the man who said the wrong thing slapped his own mouth to give his little wife a confession.

Zhang Hang looked at the front row with a smile on his aunt's face, where could he not see Meng Qinghua's mind with "extraordinarily rich" life experience, seeing that Meng Qinghua's inappropriate actions made Wang Zhilin a little embarrassed, Zhang Hang interrupted in a timely manner: "Huazi, just now I remembered a kung fu that is suitable for you to learn, do you want to learn?"

"Ahh

"Hehe, you finish those five laps tomorrow morning, and I'll teach you. Zhang Hang whetted Meng Qinghua's appetite, as for the kung fu to teach Meng Qinghua, it was the fingers used by Shi Xiaoshen today, Meng Qinghua's physique is not a talent for martial arts, but his talent is not bad, this is born from the lower nine rank thieves and the Qiankun between the fingers does not have such high requirements for the physique of the cultivator, which is just suitable for Meng Qinghua to practice.

"Ahh......h

"Don't you want to learn?" asked Zhang Hang in confusion.

"After these five laps, I'm tired to death, and I'm still learning to ......play a ball when I die," Meng Qinghua said in a pitiful tone.

"You swear again! Don't talk to me in the future!" Hearing Meng Qinghua blurt out the swearing, Wang Zhilin said to Meng Qinghua angrily, turned her head to look out of the car window, and no longer bothered with Meng Qinghua, although Wang Zhilin was born in a scholarly family, as a post-90s Wang Zhilin, she would not be so strict with swearing, but for some reason, when she heard Meng Qinghua swearing, Wang Zhilin was always angry.

"Ouch, my mouth, Sister Zhilin, don't be angry, I will change it, not as an example!" Meng Qinghua apologized while squeezing his eyebrows to give Zhang Hang a look, signaling Zhang Hang to save the scene.

"Ahem, Huazi, it's really thanks to you for coming in time, if you hadn't come to save us, my custom suit and Miss Wang would be in danger. Zhang Hang helplessly said "adjust the atmosphere".

"Your suit?" Wang Zhilin was really distracted by Zhang Hang's words, and turned her head to look at Zhang Hang, her face full of questions.

"Yes, Huazi came a little later, those bastards I beat had blood in their nostrils and jumped on me, won't my suit be wasted. Zhang Hang said seriously.

"Hahaha, you're less sassy, if not...... This uncivilized person is here, and the one hundred and ten people have already sent you flying. Where did Wang Zhilin know Zhang Hang's strength, she just thought that Zhang Hang was bragging, but thinking that Meng Qinghua, who had always been a child who had never grown up in her eyes, actually had such a domineering side, Wang Zhilin snorted, and her face softened.

In the midst of laughter, the car slowly stopped outside the door of a closed community, Wang Zhilin unbuckled her seat belt, turned her head to Zhang Hang and said: "Today's thing is that I have no sense of proportion, and I almost caused a big disaster, I will invite you to dinner another day to make amends." After that, Wang Zhilin opened the car door and was about to get out of the car.

"Thank you too. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to Meng Qinghua who had lost written on his face and thanked him.

Meng Qinghua was instantly resurrected with full blood as if his face had changed in Sichuan opera, and said to Wang Zhilin stupidly: "Sister Zhilin, you are too polite, what is the relationship between the two of us, hehe." ”

"Hmph, who has anything to do with you, goodbye!" Wang Zhilin snorted, got out of the car quickly with a red face, and walked towards the community.

Zhang Hang looked at Meng Qinghua, who lowered his head in disappointment, with a look like a fool, and slapped Meng Qinghua in the back of the head, "You are dead, the road is so dark at night, in case there is danger in the community, why don't you send it quickly." ”

"Huh?" Meng Qinghua looked at the brightly lit community, and looked at Zhang Hang stupidly, this bright as the day, where is it dark? There are also two security guards patrolling with electric batons in the community, so is it dangerous?

"Hey, I'm going, your Meng family has such an eldest grandson as you, the incense is about to break, why don't you get out of the car and send it off!" Zhang Hang said angrily.

"Ah~ Sister Zhilin, wait for me! I'll send you! This black light is blind, it's too dangerous!!" Meng Qinghua suddenly realized, shouting and chasing Wang Zhilin.

"This idiot. Looking at Meng Qinghua's distant back, Zhang Hang shook his head, got out of the car and squatted on the road and lit a cigarette.

It was nine o'clock in the evening at this time, the bustling crowds on the street dispersed one after another, the white-collar workers who returned late from overtime were looking around the community looking for parking spaces, and the fruit stall across the road was a family of three busy closing the stall, Zhang Hang took a deep puff of cigarette, and a touch of vicissitudes and tiredness appeared in his eyes.

"Your courier. A stranger dressed in courier overalls passed by Zhang Hang on an electric car, threw down a courier box and left quickly without stopping.

Zhang Hang looked at the express box thrown in front of him, and was not surprised, he threw away the cigarette butt and got into the car with the box.

By the light of the street lamp, Zhang Hang slowly opened the box, and a strong smell of blood burst out from the box, Zhang Hang frowned and looked at the "items" in the box.

In the box, a bloodstained finger was wrapped in transparent bubble wrap, and on a yellowed piece of paper that seemed to have been torn from a worn newspaper next to the finger, a few dozen numbers written in blood caught Zhang Hang's eyes.

"The gunman is dead, his body is shredded, only his index finger remains, and he is being tracked. ”

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Hang silently took out a lighter and lit the paper in the car ashtray, and under the faint light of the fire, Zhang Hang's face was covered with cold.

The paper burned out into ashes, Zhang Hang picked up a truncated finger in the box and looked at it carefully, the severed finger was covered with calluses without fingerprints, and Zhang Hang's eyesight naturally saw at a glance that the owner of the finger was a master of using a gun all year round, and the finger fracture was uneven, not like a knife and axe, but as if it was torn by some beast.

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting. The corners of Zhang Hang's mouth flashed a mysterious smile, judging from the degree of decay, the time for this finger to "leave" the owner was about two days, that is to say, the gunman was killed and brutally dismembered after the assassination failed to assassinate him, obviously not wanting to leave a trace of clues.

Zhang Hang used his severed finger as a toy, threw it up and down, and looked out of the car window with cold eyes.

"I'm bored and want to die, since you have taken the initiative to come to the door, no matter who it is, I will play with you. ”