The night is getting deeper and deeper, and a woman is standing next to an unknown street in Beicheng, looking at the rain with a calm expression, perhaps someone hopes that this ice rain will be a little bigger, but the sky seems to be screwed on the tap, and the heavy rain stops, revealing a dark moon and high wind.

"Su Cangsheng..."She muttered this somewhat unfamiliar name, her expression was a little thoughtful, she seemed to be a little incomprehensible, but she seemed to understand all this, but she was unwilling to understand.

After a long time.

She stretched out her white hand and touched the outside of the balcony, and a few scattered snowflakes fell on her palm.

The coldness of the hand is like this river and lake, like the sophistication of human feelings, just like the sincerity that seems to go to the soup and fire together.

This is not a powerful woman, but a scarred poisonous snake, everything bitten by this poisonous snake to the fatal place, can not live seven steps, even this rivers and lakes.

She poked out her tiptoes and walked through a city that had largely forgotten some people and stories, when a wild dog suddenly sprang out of the alley, staring at the woman, and the next moment, the scarred and warlike wild dog ran into the alley again with his tail between his legs.

It wasn't the woman's sharp eyes that scared the wild dog's guts, but an old man approached him.

Full of white hair, dressed in a black Republic of China uniform, walking with his hands behind his back looks a little rickety, and a wrinkled face seems to have countless vicissitudes, but it is such a bad old man, but his body is filled with a monstrous murderous aura.

It's not that this old man has no restraint, but that kind of thick anger seems to be imprinted in his bones.

The woman passed by the old man, her expression looked a little stiff, perhaps taboo, she didn't turn her head to look at the old man's back.

In the long streets, there was a little song hummed by the old man intermittently.

The name of this little song is Chuang Kanto.

Many years later, this woman may be glad that she didn't turn her head at that moment, because the old man who just passed her was named Su Baosen, an existence that used to be in the top three in the capital's force value, or now.

For a martial artist, this is destined to be a height that he can't even imagine.

The atmosphere of Aomori golf was unprecedentedly solidified, the moon was dark and the night was in his own territory, Zhao Pixiu was already a little eager to try, he couldn't help but turn around and ask Luo Qingcang for credit and said: "Brother Luo, let me get to know this guy here." ”

Luo Qingcang tilted his head slightly, looking condescendingly at the guy who went to the banquet alone, he didn't respond to Zhao Pixiu, Zhao Pixiu didn't dare to move, he was waiting for Luo Qingcang's words, that is, after a nod, he would be able to tear this lone wolf to pieces.

"Just now, a woman took your life and changed my name with me. ”

Luo Qingcang finally spoke, but it was not the sentence that Zhao Pixiu was expecting, but a ridicule.

"It wasn't the woman who really got me here. The lone wolf spoke.

"Is it because of that Li Panruo?" Luo Qingcang asked seemingly casually, but there was a trace of something in his eyes that Zhao Pixiu didn't understand.

The lone wolf shook his head.

"It can't be because of me, right?" Luo Qingcang smiled.

Still shook his head.

Luo Qingcang's expression slowly became playful, although he was still smiling, but anyone who looked at the smile was so hideous.

"Zhao Pixiu, don't you really want to make up for it? Now I'll give you a chance, pick out the one who can play the most, if you can win him within three minutes, tonight, I won't blame the past." Luo Qingcang said to Zhao Pixiu.

Although this sentence was not what Zhao Pixiu expected, but just that, it was enough for Zhao Pixiu, he looked at the people beside him, and here he estimated that it was most of the remaining team of the dark web.

But in the face of Zhao Pixiu's gaze, whether it was Jiang Yinsnake or Dong Huangshi, these two so-called big men who relied on fighting and killing to get to the top of the country, their eyes were shaken, they were very clear, this seemingly inconspicuous guy in front of them, but Wang Tanzhi, who was defeated, abolished Wang Mang and Li Xunyang overnight, even if this guy was already scarred, but this impressive record was enough to make them daunting.

Zhao Pixiu was not disappointed, this is reasonable, he will not let this hard-won opportunity to others, he just unbuttoned his suit one by one.

"Going to do it yourself?" Luo Qingcang said with a smile.

Zhao Pixiu nodded without hesitation, this not tall man in the capital, twenty-eight years old this year, has an absolutely huge family behind him, and the impression he gave people from coming to Beicheng is that he is a gentleman, and no one would have thought that such an existence would face off with that lone wolf.

Dong Huangshi and the others were all stunned, he may know that Zhao Pixiu has some foundation, but no matter how demonic he is, he can defeat Wang Tanzhi? Not to mention that the lone wolf in front of him is above Wang Tanzhi.

Finally the suit was untied, Zhao Pixiu did not stop there, and took off the white shirt directly.

When everyone saw Zhao Pixiu**'s upper body, their expressions changed again, there was not a trace of fat, thick arms, and broad shoulders were like bodybuilders, and the trapezius muscles stood out from the crowd, so thick that they looked disproportionate.

It wasn't a pleasing figure, but it looked masculine, with a completely aggressive body, like a beast that had broken free from its chains in a cage.

Zhao Pixiu slowly clenched his fists, the blood vessels on his arms slowly appeared, his head sank slightly, and his elbows seemed to be raised naturally, which was a heavy artillery boxer's signature move, and his neck was protected by bulging trapezius muscles, which was like Xiaoshan's muscle groups could give absolute power to every punch.

Luo Qingcang looked at Zhao Pixiu like a bull, the smile on his face was a little more fearless, he knew Zhao Pixiu's strength better than anyone present, aside from Zhao Pixiu's identity, even if Zhao Pixiu entered the professional boxing ring, he could also have a place, although most of the rivers and lakes in this country disdain Western boxing, but compared to those rats who swaggered and deceived under the guise of traditional martial arts, Zhao Pixiu's murderous fist was enough to stop the mouths of those so-called grandmasters.

Zhao Pixiu stepped steadily towards the lone wolf, there was no trace of underestimation in his eyes, but a kind of steadyness, which was enough to prove that Zhao Pixiu was experienced in a hundred battles.

And this lone wolf just put a hand lightly on the wine jug on his waist, swaying slightly, perhaps because of the lack of half a catty of wine.