A black Beijing license plate Maybach got on the highway and drove directly to the north, this car that was almost dusty from entering the West City, Zhao Pixiu was already a little rusty when he touched the steering wheel, he knew very well that when he drove to this car again, it also meant that he needed to say goodbye to Beicheng, and bid farewell to the dark web that he had operated for many years.

In this regard, it is false to say that Zhao Pixiu really has no nostalgia in his heart, but more important than that kind of touching the scene, what is more important is Luo Qingcang's arrangement, in Zhao Pixiu's life dictionary, everything Luo Qingcang said, there is no need to doubt it.

Time always proves everything, he has seen it, and he has seen it many times, if it weren't for Luo Qingcang, now he is still the one who can't see how big this world is.

In the back seat of the car, there was the girl who was quietly watching everything, an existence that seemed to be monitoring Zhao Pixiu and seemed to be following Zhao Pixiu's steps, her expression was indifferent, leaning on the window with one hand on her cheeks, looking like she was thinking about something.

"Wang Doudou, go back to Beijing and be your eldest lady, don't fool around with me. Zhao Pixiu muttered, because this monotonous driving was really boring.

The girl snorted coldly, and her expression seemed to be a little resentful.

Of course Zhao Pixiu understands why, it is undoubtedly Luo Qingcang who seems to have snubbed this little fan sister this time, but he still explained bitterly: "Now Brother Qingcang has something big to do, although I don't know what he wants to do, but it must be very important to him, it is the first time I have seen Brother Qingcang show this expression in these years, so let's not make trouble for him." ”

Wang Doudou showed an almost murderous look, and said with a look of contempt: "The surname is Zhao, I can't take your turn to preach." ”

Zhao Pixiu looked bitter and rubbed his shoulders, to be honest, he was also dying now, this night's sleeplessness and the trauma caused to him by the lone wolf were enough for him to drink a pot.

Wang Doudou saw Zhao Pixiu grinning and realized something, and said with an arrogant face: "Let you do it, if it weren't for Brother Luo coming forward, you would be beaten to death by that guy." ”

It seems to be a sarcasm, but there is a very inexplicable warmth in it, but Zhao Pixiu just said with a wry smile: "I just want to try to see if I can win that guy, in fact, before I make a move, I know very well that I am very different from that guy, but I can't afford to lose that person in front of Brother Qingcang, I have to do it, although the performance is unsatisfactory, but at least I do it like a northern man." ”

Looking at Zhao Pixiu's brilliant appearance when he gave a little sunshine, Wang Doudou said with disdain: "Zhao Pixiu, in my opinion, you are far worse than that guy." ”

For Zhao Pixiu, whose face is no different from the city wall, this sentence seems a little painless, he scratched his messy hairstyle and said: "I'm just a gentleman in the capital, and there is no comparison with the lone wolf who has really gotten to this point, but no matter what, that lone wolf is dead, and he can die in the hands of Brother Qing Cang, and he can have a happy one, which can be regarded as the mercy of the rivers and lakes for him." ”

Wang Doudou's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes flickered out of the car window and said, "Don't say that you don't have pity in your heart, in fact, in your heart, you don't hate that guy." ”

This time, Zhao Pixiu didn't say anything, maybe it was the reason why the thoughts in his heart were seen through by Wang Doudou, but no matter what, this has become a thing of the past, and there is no value in remembrance.

"Anyway, I can take a breath, and then, I can't get involved. After a long time, Zhao Pixiu muttered to himself.

seems to be relieved, but anyone can hear the unwillingness between Zhao Pixiu's words.

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From the time the sun rose to the time it set, the day was extraordinarily peaceful, and from the time the snow stopped until it melted, all traces were completely obscured.

This is the most scary feeling, in the silence, after a battle is fought, no matter how thrilling or heroic the battle is, most people will not be aware of it in the slightest.

People who have been nervous all night can finally squint their eyes and fall asleep with a variety of emotions that they can't let go of for a long time.

Election Day is two days away.

At an intersection in the east city, a white Maserati president drove to the center, and a construction truck without a license plate rushed out from the side, and the Maserati was directly overturned, and the delicately dressed woman in the car finally bloomed into a lot of delicate roses with thorns.

A phone call was made in Li Zhen's office, and he frowned tightly, his eyes full of anger.

Finally, the storm that gradually took shape did not stop after extending from the west city to the north city, but blew to the other end of the city, the east city.

A flawed car accident, but because the deceased was the most favorite lover of Dongcheng Prince Li, it became a little subtle, everyone could see that this car accident was not simple, but there were a few discerning people who dared to really break it.

When Li Zhen rushed to the rescue room, the woman had already lost her heartbeat, and Li Zhen, who was blood-red, faced his henchmen, and the twilight tiger showed his fangs again, and spit out a name that he wanted to tear apart at the moment.

Luo Qingcang!

Of course, all this happened at the tip of the iceberg of this rivers and lakes.

In Liu Qingsong's teahouse in Nancheng, Liu Qingsong, who was sitting on the second floor, tasted a pot of Tieguanyin that had been boiled for a long time, which changed the taste, but it was the effect he wanted, which was also Liu Qingsong's little fetish.

The old man, who had fought back during the Battle of Nancheng and thus controlled most of Nancheng, sat opposite a woman.

"A good game of chess or a bad game?" The woman did not move the purple sand cup in front of her, but asked.

Liu Qingsong shook his head slightly, maybe for him, he got the most suitable environment, if nothing else, in another five years, he would sit in the first place in Nancheng, but because he knew very well what price he paid, such an ending did not make him too happy.

"Whether it's a clear knife or a gun, or a dark Chen Cang, you can't fight him, over the years, there have been such ** characters in the north, from being able to walk sideways in the capital single-handedly, what does this mean, you know better than anyone else in your heart. Liu Qingsong said.

"No matter how godly he is, he's just a human being. ”

The woman said, as if she was a little drunk, and she didn't want to drink.

Liu Qingsong sighed slowly and looked at the gradually setting sun outside.

What will happen this night...