A city, a sky-high castle villa in the suburbs, located on the top of the mountain, surrounded by mountains on both sides, one side by the sea, only a spacious road leads directly to the city, with majesty in the quiet, the villa is planted with a large bamboo forest, one by one spread to the main villa, the cool breeze of the summer night blows slowly, and the bamboo leaves are rustling in the wind.

Under the lilac light, the whole villa looks even hazy, deep and mysterious.

From the periphery of the villa to the interior, at intervals, a burly black-clad bodyguard guards.

They were all in a uniform posture, like stones, staring at everything around them with a fierce gaze, changing shifts every three hours, and there was no interruption of guards.

This is the helm of the 'Hell Gate' that terrifies the major gangs in the world.

Now only the front door master Yan Jingtian lives here.

Two years ago, after Yan Lie took over the 'Hell Gate', the gang regulation system was gradually improved, and a large amount of gang funds were invested in the right way, and began to get involved in various legitimate fields such as real estate, stocks, and finance. ……

Cool moonlight.

The black Lincoln RV drove slowly in, and the carved iron gate with a totemic shape followed the wide asphalt road and drove directly to the door of the main villa.

As soon as the car stopped, the bodyguards on both sides immediately ran forward quickly and respectfully reached out to open the car door.

Yan Lie, who was dressed in a black Italian handmade suit, got out of the car with a solemn face, his amber eyes were even deeper in the cold moonlight, and he looked around without any waves, but he was still the same, and he hadn't come back for a long time.

"Hello young master, you're back." The servants who had already been informed that they were standing neatly at the door, bowing in unison, completely ninety degrees, and with a pious attitude, like a pilgrimage.

"Oh." Yan Lie's voice echoed, his vigorous body walked in quickly, and the people around him, orderly row by row, followed behind him, not daring to have the slightest mess.

After entering the door, Yan Lie waved his hand and signaled everyone not to follow, without making an indoor elevator, he walked up the circular staircase directly along the circular staircase.

Standing at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, he took a deep breath, calmed down, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door twice, and then, turning the handle to the right with his hand, opened it with a 'pop', and pushed the door in.

"Dad." Calling softly, he sat in a wheelchair, leaning against his desk and contemplating his father Yan Jingtian.

"Oh, you're back." A simple deep voice, I can't hear any emotional color, the thin face, the sharp eagle eyes, the cold light under the light, and a big scar on the left side of the face, straight into the center of the eyebrows, like a Yama in hell, sneaky and amazing!

Yan Lie twitched the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, took a few steps closer to him, and came to the table, "You, tell me something?" "Straight in, no room for error.

Yan Jingtian slowly leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, straightened his upper body, coughed lightly twice, and tapped the flat newspaper on the table with his fingers, "Take a look for yourself and give me an explanation." ”

Interpretation?

Have you given me a chance?

Calmly glanced at the newspaper on the table, and the corners of his mouth raised to the top, "Since you know everything about the Tao, do you still need me to explain?" "There is a gentle smile on his face, but there are poignant lines.

The indifference between father and son is extremely strange.

Even they can't control themselves, as soon as they see each other, a thought of extreme hatred will arise in their hearts, which will slowly spread in their bodies.

Until the crash. ……