Robin didn't have to explain to her.

He doesn't like this kind of self-righteous woman who always wants to change someone else.

This kind of woman stubbornly thinks that her life is the noblest.

Anything others do, she has to look at it by her own standards.

As everyone knows, if you haven't experienced other people's lives, how can you know the real situation of others.

A person who does not know how to understand and tolerate the world is a pathology in itself.

If it weren't for Marissa and Bingxia.

This stewardess is just a hurried passer-by in the vast sea of people.

Although it is a bit beautiful, it is not enough to make Robin moved.

The meeting was purely coincidental.

There is no need to waste words with her to justify herself.

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"Don't you think it's ugly for you to say such things?" Feng Qian looked at Robin's indifferent appearance, and still didn't give up.

"Think whatever you like." Robin shook his head and walked around her.

Looking at Robin's back, the disdain in Feng Qian's eyes deepened.

Don't dare to answer directly, want to escape embarrassment?

Feng Qian sneered, and there was another disgust in her heart.

Originally, I wanted to use him as a candidate for her boyfriend.

At the moment, she has no good feelings for Robin at all.

"If you are a man, you should prove yourself by your own ability!"

"Instead of kneeling in humiliation at the feet of an old woman for that stinky money."

"Even if this woman has power, money, and ability, it's disgusting for you to do this!"

"You dare to deal with four Philippine scoundrels on the plane alone."

"Why don't you dare to confront my problem?"

"With your current ability, you can get what you want with your own hands."

"Why do you have to do such a disgusting thing?"

Feng Qian was angry at Robin's ignorance and immediately chased after him.

All the anger in his heart burst out.

Robin looked at Feng Qian, who was extremely indignant in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

"Are you finished?"

"As I said, you think I'm like this, that's it."

"I have nothing to do with you, I need to explain to you what to prove?"

"Get out of the way!"

Feng Qian was confused by Robin's arrogant and cold attitude.

Shameless this kind of person!

Those who eat soft rice dare to show a dragging.

Robin carries a lockbox and arrives at a bank in Chinatown.

Deposit $300,000 into Marisa's account.

Get out of the bank and walk towards the Dream Bar in the South Block of Chinatown.

After years of licking blood from the knife, the emotions in Robin's heart have long been cold and hard.

However, every time I think of the Dream Bar, Robin's cold heart will have an indescribable softness.

Walk in Chinatown where the sun sets.

In front of me is the innocent face of Anna seven years ago.

It was a green year.

Robin hasn't experienced so much of the glamours and bustle of the world.

A young and ignorant feeling, almost all of his youth.

The memories of that juvenile time are unforgettable.

Every time I think of it, if there is a mountain stream and a clear spring, it is clean and fresh.

I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and I have never forgotten it.

Dream Bar is not a high-end entertainment venue in Chinatown's nightclubs.

In this mid-sized bar, there is no expensive Lafite, let alone extravagant pomp.

Naturally, there is no high salary to work here.

However, it was there that he met the most unforgettable girl.

A long dress with a floral plaid and a touch of fresh short hair.

From a distance, you can feel the fresh and elegant virgin fragrance.

That year, Robin was 14 years old.

He had just settled down at Marisa's house.

I work in this bar to support my family.

I met Anna, a thirteen-year-old girl, at the Dream Bar.

At that time, Robin firmly believed that Anna was the most beautiful girl in the world.

This beautiful time made his blood boil and unforgettable.

Later, no matter where he went, no matter what kind of bloody rain he experienced.

Anna's youthful and beautiful smile.

It will always be in his heart, rippling with the sweetest and most innocent scenery in the world.

It is precisely because of these.

After every killing, he can still leave a little warmth in his cold heart.

Although, with the passage of time.

The fresh checkered skirt faded away and faded away.

However, the hazy emotions of that period of youth are still exuding the fragrance of that year.

It's been seven years, Anna!

Where are you now?

You okay?

If it weren't for this time in Manila, I came to Marissa's sour soup shop.

Robin may never touch the memories of that year.

Along Chinatown, Robin strolls forward.

From afar, I saw the dream bar, which was not too luxurious.

His heart softened suddenly.

Robin thought that after so much killing, his heart was already cold.

I never thought about those boring teenage years.

But his chest can still feel the warm breath of that year and that month.

The golden sunset slanted on the old streets of Chinatown, dim and melancholy.

Robin looked at the broken neon sign on the door of the Dream Bar from afar, illuminating a few words.

Still flashing traces of seven years ago.

A familiar aura suddenly came to my face.

It's been a long time since Robin felt like his heart being touched.

Suddenly, a burst of arrogant laughter broke the last tranquility in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Robin looked at the bar in annoyance.

A group of scoundrels were gathering in front of the bar, pushing and shoving a middle-aged man with a wooden face.

"Kang Lei, didn't you say that you were one of the toughest mercenaries in Africa back then?"

"Legend has it that you can kill a team on your own."

"How can you work as a waiter in this dilapidated bar now? Hahaha......"

"It's only been three years, how the hell have you become a beggar's garbage, hahaha......"

Robin frowned slightly, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed.

The blinding neon sign flashed its manic glow.

The group of scoundrels in front of the Mengyuan Bar shines arrogantly and hideously.

The man with a bald tattoo in front of the bar and several subordinates, a middle-aged man who was pushing, Robin looked a little familiar.

He walked briskly to the bar.

Look through the messy lights.

The middle-aged man who bowed his head and was speechless, his hair was thinning, his face was haggard, and there were no waves in his gloomy eyes.

Robin was stunned.

Conley!

Why is he here?

How could a soldier king-level figure who was as heroic as a tiger fall to this point?!

That year, Robin was seventeen years old and had just arrived in Africa.

The old ghost asked him to participate in a rescue mission on his own.

Although Robin has been trained by the old ghost, he already has super killing abilities.

However, this was the first time he had participated in a truly tragic killing, and he was a little frightened.

It was during that mission that he met a Filipino man named Conley.

A soldier king with nearly eight years of mercenary experience!

Conley: What's wrong?

With his skills, how could he be bullied by this group of garbage?