"Hah...... Ha...... Well...... Hmm......hmm" The wheezing sound swayed slowly in the confined space, and the young man's waist and the man behind him swayed back and forth at the same frequency. The late autumn sunlight projected from the edge of the window drew light and shadow through the window railing on the young man's bare waist and buttocks lying on the wide wooden table.

A symphony plays in the room, and the violins draw a light and rhythmic rhythm.

"Hah......" The man let out a heavy roar.

The trumpet finally reached a high tide, and the sound of the violin was repeated to the trembling end.

The young man narrowed his hollow eyes, looking through the gaps in his long eyelashes at the sunlight shining through the window. The light cast shadows of sycamore branches on his face.

The bass horn began to echo the final rhythm, and the chords played with the silent cello group—

At the beginning, the lights were turned on, do you know where to look==――

The young man's body stepped back as the man pumped out, and he straightened up, letting the slippery liquid run down his thighs. He leaned back on the table and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his crumpled waistcoat breast pocket.

"Click." The smoke was lit. The record player in the room is still playing the Paris Symphony. The young man shook his sweat-soaked hair, sat down casually on the wide desk, raised one leg and stepped on the edge of the table, and let the man who had just vented respectfully wipe his messy lower body for him.

"You're doing a great job." The young man took a deep breath of smoke and slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and the remaining smoke sprayed ambiguously and dashingly on the face of the man in front of him, "This is the last time, I hope you have good luck and can find a better one than me—but this chance is slim." ”

The young man's flaxen-colored hair was still attached to the side of his cheeks. He tucked his hair back to the back of his head, and a slight scorn appeared on his handsome face.

The man picked up his pants and socks from the ground and helped him put them on one by one. The young man stood there tightening his tie while the man buckled his belt and tightened the slender and strong waist.

The young man picked up the gun that had been casually thrown on the table, wiped off the body fluids on it with a handkerchief, and inserted it into the inner pocket of his jacket. The man helped him put on his jacket.

"I won't have another boss." The man fastened the laces of his leather shoes, stood up and said respectfully, but his eyes were ambiguously fixed below his waist.

The young man sneered, patted him on the cheek and said, "You won't have another boss for you." ”

The young man picked up an aluminum hand-held safe that had long been set aside, put on his sunglasses and left the large office.

Several men followed him and ushered him into a black, stretched Lincoln.

"It's not easy to hide." The youth laughed slowly, but no one responded to his words.

He didn't wait for them to put on his blindfold, he automatically closed his eyes and leaned against his back. The extended Lincoln was like an ordinary wedding car, carrying the youth all the way to the farthest dock.

The young man got out of the car with his suitcase.

"I'm glad you're obedient." The young man looked at the man walking towards him with a faint smile on his face.

"I've always listened to you." The other party responded to him very calmly, took a black lockbox from the hands of the people who followed him, and then walked towards the young man.

The young man pulled out another cigarette. As soon as his hand moved, a circle of people around him raised their guns and pointed them at him. The man across from him raised his hand to stop his own move. The surrounding guns were slowly lowered.

"You're getting scared of death." The young man slowly lit the cigarette and took a slow puff.

"Everybody is afraid of death." The other party said.

The young man let out a somewhat hoarse laugh, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, and he leaned back and forth with laughter. "You're right," he said. You sit higher than I do, and you are obviously more afraid of death than I am. Come on. He lifted the safe in his hand, and the other man lifted his own safe. The two exchanged boxes.

"If I'm wrong, are you going to shoot me?" The other's gaze fell on the young man's chest.

The young man's eyebrows were raised, and with a dashing smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "It's a pity that you haven't reached the 'wrong' line yet." ”

He slipped the lighter back into his jacket pocket, but at the same time as he pulled his hand out, a silver revolver was pulled out along with it. The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the man's heart, and all the guns around him were aimed at the youth, but another group of guns was pointed at the gunmen.

"You're just as fierce. Like a tomcat with sharp claws at any moment. The other party's muscles tensed, and his eyes were fixed on the young man. The people here are not so much his as they have always been youthful. It's just that there are a few people who have become him. He thought it was all, but the truth was only partial.

"No, it's a lion." The young man's teeth gritted the cigarette holder, smiled and pulled the trigger. The man's tense body moved violently, but another bullet pierced the young man's ribs in the chest.

There was a look of horror on the man's face. He stepped forward to catch the young man's body and shouted his name loudly with all his might. But the young man only frowned and coughed twice, and then showed the same handsome and dashing smile as before. His lips moved, and he said silently: You won-

Jaco had barely gained a glimmer of consciousness when he felt the pain of tears in his lower body. His body vibrated passively, and a large object moved in and out of his body. Jaco was stunned for a moment, then immediately restrained his body from wanting to move. What's going on? As soon as he woke up, Jaco felt that this life was simply terrible. He calmly controlled his reactions, making his body look like a soulless vegetative person. And in fact, after the other party had enough of the collision, he did stop, quietly hugged Giako, and stroked his cheek, not even fully vented.

Giako was a little stunned, but he could only remain silent. The other party was in tears in his neck. He whispered: "Zhao Xin, don't want to leave me if you die." He cleaned Giako's body and left the room.

Giacco felt the cold touch of 666 on his arm, and he slowly narrowed his eyes to see the needle hanging from the back of his hand and a medical device at the head of the bed. Damn, that's a nervous disorder, this is a rape patient! Jia Ke endured his sore waist and thumped the bed hard. With this blow, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He clutched his chest in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound. 666 quickly flipped through the yin-yang book on the side, showing him the information of the physical body.

Zhao Xin, 28 years old. The owner of Victoria Harbour is the second leader of the organization. He's a stylish boss and an undisciplined boss. Strictly speaking, his life will only last until the day he is shot. When the doctor declared him brain dead, Zhao Xin no longer existed, but Sun Yi never gave up.

Sun Yi, Zhao Xin led his subordinates for twelve years. The relationship between Zhao Xin and Sun Yi never developed beyond that of superiors and subordinates, but the relationship between Zhao Xin and his other subordinates was very chaotic, in fact, before Sun Yi left, the confusion could almost be described as promiscuity.

Jaco couldn't help but want to hold his forehead. What annoys him the most is not how to change from a rich and handsome person, but how to get out of a bunch of personal debts, especially peach blossom debts. Being comfortable doesn't mean liking, Jaco has never been very interested in getting emotional, but for some reason, he has been in love in previous lives.

Jia Ke lay on the bed, closed his eyes and silently sorted out Zhao Xin's life.

Zhao Xin had no such thing as sexuality before he was conscious. When he was ten years old, he was kidnapped as the son of his former boss, and among them was a homosexual and pedophile. He learned early on what it meant to be violated. When he was twelve years old, his father brought him a playmate who would become his subordinate in the future, and that person was Sun Yi. Sun Yi helped him get out of the dark world of autism, and gradually opened his heart, but when Zhao Xin was 25 years old, he discovered Sun Yi's correspondence with his old adversary.

Zhao Xin, who was betrayed, did not have a showdown early in the morning, he waited for Sun Yi to throw himself into the net, waiting for Sun Yi to take the initiative to put his forehead on his muzzle.

But Sun Yi didn't. For three years, Zhao Xin watched Sun Yi steal his information and hand it over to his opponent Baihu, until the last confidential document was handed over, and the big boss finally began to question Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin took what the white tiger needed and made a deal with Sun Yi, who had torn his face.

It was at that transaction that Zhao Xin died at the hands of Sun Yi's subordinates, who were also Zhao Xin's subordinates.

Sun Yi never thought that Zhao Xin would really die, and he sent Zhao Xin to the hospital in pain, but the information about the diagnosis gave him a fatal blow - a vegetative state.

Because Zhao Xin's ** is still alive, and there is cause and effect with the world, the yin and yang book still writes some of the things behind Zhao Xin. After Zhao Xin's brain died, Sun Yi took over Victoria Harbour. He has the connections of both the Qinglong boss and the White Tiger, and quickly achieved the leading position in the gang organization. But in addition to the Blue Dragon and the White Tiger, the two gangs of Vermilion Bird Xuanwu have never relaxed their challenge to his status. Sun Yi's power eventually spread all over the Tianfeng District where the four gangs were located, and he was almost a gang boss, but he eventually died of overwork, and everyone knew that his most precious thing was not money, not power, not Victoria Harbour, but the vegetative Zhao Xin who lay in the hospital until he died and did not wake up.

"Zhao Xin, Zhao Xin—" Jia Ke frowned with a headache and touched his forehead. This physical body is not an ordinary trouble. He is the adopted son of the boss of the gangster Qinglong Gang, although he is adopted, he is closer than his own, and no one even dares to confirm that he is not Zhao Tian's own son, so he was kidnapped when he was ten years old. He was only one step away from reaching the top, and everyone in the gang called him 'boss', but Sun Yi kicked him down.

Jia Ke thought of Sun Yi and had an even more headache. What a bad debt.