The thick voice of the stout and powerful Shandong Han was full of anger: "Brother Hao, let the brothers find out that bastard, whether he is a member of the army or not, Lao Tzu will dismantle him." ”

Cutter Skin is a very rough person, but among several old brothers, Knife Boy has the best relationship with him.

The knife boy was inexplicably made, anger filled the chest of the hob skin, and the bull's eye as big as a copper bell was full of murderous energy.

Wu Hao didn't speak, and the smoke rings rising in his hands made him look calm, just like the night in this city that never sleeps, very peaceful and silent.

But those who are familiar with Wu Hao's temperament will know that the more calm and calm Wu Hao is, the more he represents the anger in his heart. Like a brief silence before a storm.

Silence does not mean retreat or forbearance, but rather brewing.

An even more terrible storm is brewing.

The ashes fell to the ground, and Wu Hao said: "Xiao Zhang Sheng, has the rampant young man in the Haodi Bar investigated clearly?"

Xiao Zhang Sheng is very young, giving people a feeling of being born next door.

"Brother Hao, that rampant young man's name is Ye Fei, the director of Haodi Bar. Others unknown. ”

Wu Hao raised his head, and there seemed to be two poisonous snakes hidden in his cold eyes: "Let Ah Biao kill him." ”

Hob Skin hurriedly said anxiously: "Brother Hao, let me go." I'm going to avenge the knife boy with my own hands. ”

Wu Hao glared at the hob skin violently and said, "You shut up for me." ”

The hob skin was quickly silenced.

Xiao Zhang Sheng stood up and said, "I'll go and inform Brother Biao now." ”

Coming out of Lin Yuan, Xiao Zhang Sheng got into his Volkswagen car. Among the six old bastards who followed Wu Hao, he was the youngest and the most low-key one.

Of course, because Xiao Zhang Sheng never participated in fighting, killing, and killing, he was also the most marginal one among the six old bastards around Wu Hao.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Volkswagen is Xiao Zhangsheng's number one henchman Ma Zai, Xiao Biao: "Brother Zhang, it's coming down so soon"

Xiao Zhang Sheng nodded, and suddenly said: "Drive to the employee resettlement community of Jingwanzi Hongxing Group, I want to see Brother Mu." ”

Xiao Biao let out an "um" and started the Volkswagen.

Xiao Zhang Sheng took out a pack of soft China from his pocket, took out a stick, and glanced at the Lin Yuan community that was gradually moving away from the corner of his eye, and sighed in his heart. That young man came back, and the first unlucky one was the knife boy who had personally abolished Amu, and next, it should be Wu Hao.

A cigarette burned out, and Xiao Zhang Sheng threw the cigarette butt out of the car window.

Six years ago, when he was only fifteen years old, the legend of that young man spread throughout Changzhu City. He once led a group of brothers to conquer the underground world of the city.

No one could stop him.

Wu Hao can't either.

The soft moonlight poured down and competed with the lights of thousands of homes. This is the city that never sleeps, Changzhu City.

Ye Fei walked along Jingwanzi Zhongyi Road, and the staff resettlement community of Hongxing Group was not far in front, and you could walk there by turning a corner.

Ye Fei raised his head and glanced at the quiet alley.

Walking through this alley, you can meet your former good brother, Amu.

Six years on, nothing has changed in this little alley. The Feiyu Hotel in the small alley still seems so deserted, located alone.

Ye Fei was a little hesitant to take a step.

Six years, six whole years. In the past six years, he has experienced so much, too much. Under the tempering of war, iron and blood, life and death, his character is more decisive and decisive. He killed no less than five hundred enemies with his own hands. He had also watched his former good brothers, who had fought side by side, fall under the guns of others.

But at this moment, he hesitated. The pace is unusually heavy.

Six years ago, the group of brothers he led, except for Amu and Ahai, followed him to a distant place, and after the devil's hellish cruel training, they became a mercenary, and followed the internationally famous mercenary organization to fight in various places and earn a lot of commissions.

At the beginning, Amu and Ahai tried their best to stop it, but the brothers, including Ye Fei, wanted to make their ordinary lives shine more dazzlingly, live more vigorously, and yearn for a broader stage. Therefore, they undoubtedly followed Ye Fei to join the famous international mercenary organization, and began a cold killing and passionate mercenary career.

The war was cruel, the guns had no eyes, and the cold and cold killings made more than half of those brothers completely fall in a foreign land.

Whether it is a brother who died in battle or survived, he has no regrets about his original choice.

In their hearts, there is only one belief, men should live like gentlemen, people hang themselves to the sky, and fuck them vigorously.

The night in Nagasushi in late autumn is a little cold, and a slight cold wind gently rolls up.

Ye Fei touched his nose and smiled bitterly. He didn't have the courage to meet the high-spirited and incomparably confident Amu six years ago. It's not that Ye Fei doesn't dare, it's that he knows Amu too well.

Amu is such a conceited person, and he is absolutely unwilling to let his former good brother see his desolation.

"Let go of me, Mr. Huang, please respect yourself. ”

The anxious, angry voice was particularly harsh in the dimly lit alley.

Ye Fei raised his head, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, walking with a big belly, and a staggering middle-aged man hugged a young girl with long hair and waist, and a black professional suit.

It was another picture of a rich man wanting to play with a woman, Ye Fei shook his head speechlessly. He has seen a lot of this kind of thing abroad. Rich people are like this bird, and when they see a little prettier, they will quickly secrete male hormones and want to vent. However, many women are symbolic "resistance", as long as the rich take out a stack of money from their pockets, all their resistance will immediately disappear, half push and half obey.

Sure enough, the pot-bellied middle-aged man took out his wallet from his pocket, counted them, took out a few of them and put them in the girl's hand, and said: "Isn't it just money to work in the hotel, Mr. Huang, I lack everything, but I don't lack money." I'm comfortable serving, these hundreds of dollars are just tips, and the big head is still behind. ”

After forcibly stuffing the money to the girl, Mr. Huang's fat hand was very dishonest and stretched out to the girl

"Smack"

The loud and crisp slap stunned Mr. Huang.

Ye Fei was just about to turn around and leave, when he heard a loud slap, he was a little surprised, and his steps stopped: Interesting.