There will be no pie in the sky, at least Gong San'er thinks so, Zhao Kuangchao has a deep understanding of this sentence, but Pan Weigong is the one who sold it? Gong San'er can grope for a little thing, and Zhao Kuanglan knows another point.

Dongyang Square in the morning may be the only place in the city that is off the beaten track, perhaps because the location is too remote, or it may be forgotten by busy people. The figures of the two men appeared vaguely, Zhao Kuangchao, Gong San'er, maybe these two people are the first guests in this small square today, or they may be the last.

Zhao Kuangchao, who has lived in the bustling Qingdao for a long time, felt that this empty place was a little abrupt, abrupt to an ethereal state.

There was a stone table and stone bench on the east side of the square, but they were all covered with dust, as if no one had sat down for many years, Gong San'er didn't care if it was clean or not, and sat down directly, looking at the old cigarette cross-legged, like a little old man.

There was a chessboard carved on the stone table, and Gong San'er didn't know where to drum out a few small stones, and they were placed in the chessboard in a similar way, as if they were in some shape. Zhao Kuangran leaned on a huge French plane tree, and was also willing to watch Gong San'er get nervous.

"This stone is Pan Weigong." Gong San'er pointed to the black smooth stone in the middle of the Go board.

Zhao Kuang nodded chaotically, knowing that Gong San'er was about to start a tirade again.

"These few stones are eleven evils." Gong San'er tidied up the black stones around him again, and a few small white stones.

Zhao Kuangran seemed to see something, but he was still silent.

Gong San'er knocked the smallest yellow stone in his hand, which was also the most ordinary stone, and finally placed it in the middle of the black stone and the white stone, and said with satisfaction: "This is us, stay neutral, not three." ”

Zhao Kuang laughed out loud, I'm afraid that if you can say this about yourself, you will be able to find out this Gong San'er.

Gong San'er also smiled, and finally took out a colorful but rough stone like a trick, and slowly put it on the opposite side of the yellow stone: "This is the white vulture, although this guy is Eleven Evil, but he is not burdened with the name Eleven Evil, he is a big-tailed wolf." ”

The chessboard has become a good shape, Gong San'er is not good at giving up, and once again put on the chessboard a stone that is comparable to Pan Weigong's huge black stone, and this stone is placed on the outermost periphery.

"Everyone is for the sake of interests, and everyone's interests are different, so the chess is very messy, but the class is not chaotic, Pan Weigong is the boss, then Guo Qihu, then the white eagle, and then us, the situation after tonight is the situation in Qingdao for five or even ten years in the future." Gong San'er looked at these stones in a daze, and it seemed that they couldn't move if they were deadlocked, but after tonight, those who should be eliminated should also be eliminated. That's it, when ambitious people are too inflated, there will be this kind of great blood exchange like the law of nature, and then accumulate again, and after many years, it will be like this cycle again.

"What should we do?" Zhao Kuangran asked the most cheesy question, but it was also the most realistic one.

"Finally stop, there will be no accident tonight, Pan Weigong will not come forward, after all, it is not enough to let this old guy out of the mountain, but he will definitely move seriously, these hunters, plus the group of fierce people raised by Pan Weigong, are enough to suppress this wave, but there will definitely be a few who survive, and then I will judge which side to stand on." Gong San'er bared his teeth, the white eagle was watching the tiger fight across the mountain, what could they be, in the end, these two groups of guys watching the tiger fight across the mountain had to fight.

Zhao Kuangran didn't know if he understood or not, he just nodded slightly, Gong San'er disrupted the stone, and finally grabbed the most ordinary yellow stone in his hand.

"Eleven Evil against Pan Weigong, who will kill the deer?" Gong San'er muttered, fortunately, he and Zhao Kuangran stood in the middle of this turmoil, the most dangerous, and the safest, because of the word profit, no one wanted to provoke these two thin wolves.

The cold wind was bleak, Guo Qihu went downstairs in a black windbreaker, behind him was the old evil of the roe deer, a man with a smiling tiger opened the door of the Phaeton for Guo Qihu, Guo Qihu did not get into the car, but looked back at the tall building behind him, lit the red panda of the root, smoked a cigarette unhurriedly, nodded at the roe deer, got into the car and set off first, the direction was Dongyang Square.

The roe deer made a phone call to a man named Hong Liang, and said something intermittently, the old evil red-eyed, smoking silently, the past of the roe deer is more bitter than the bitterest tea the old evil has ever drunk.

"Let's go." Hanging up the phone, the roe deer's expression didn't seem to change, but there was bottomless sadness in his eyes, and he started Ma Liu, and the direction was also Dongyang Square.

Xiao Zhang Si sniffed, next to him was a man with black skin like coal, Xiao Zhang Si was still the same dirty slag clothes, that body, completely proportional to the Hummer H2 next to him, but it showed a hint of abrupt domineering. got into the car, Xiao Zhang Si still looked cynical and said, "Ten-three, do you say you have a chance to win today." "

The man driving shook his head, Xiao Zhang Si muttered that he had no ambition, and the Hummer H2 started and drove towards Dongyang's square with great momentum.

The red lips stained the cigarette holder red, the tall flower snake sat on the white Porsche 911, and the driver was a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old man, with a particularly bookish face, like an ancient poet, facing the charming posture of the flower snake sitting in the passenger seat, the man's eyes did not move, and the only special thing about this man was that he was carrying a stick wrapped in linen. Porsche is driving fast, and it is not surprising that it is a road killer, and the direction is Dongyang Plaza.

Under the sunset, a man waited for a long time, the black Phaeton finally stopped at the man's side, and the one who got out of the car was still the smiling tiger, and made a gesture of invitation to Li Jinbao, Li Jinbao nodded lightly, a little respectful, it was enough to give the smiling tiger face, and Phaeton drove to Dongyang Square like this.

Two white Kawasaki ninjas roared across the road, more like a "road killer" than the 911, the two people riding were completely unwilling, all the way to the red light and green light together, led by a tattooed male Poison Kui without a helmet, and the direction was also Dongyang's square.

Jincheng Huafu, Pan Weigong walked out step by step, there were five people standing in front of him, Zhang Meng, Wang Long, Xu Muyang, and two middle-aged men with murderous faces, if Gong San'er was present, I am afraid that he would be able to recognize these two people, and at the same time he would sigh that Pan Weigong had made a bloody investment, one was called Sun Luobing, the other was called Sun Luoyang, two madmen, I don't know how many lives there are in their hands, outlaws through and through, guys who live on the tip of the knife.

"Mu Yang, take them away, I won't say anything, you know in your heart, who should be killed and who should not be killed." Pan Weigong waved his hand, and he didn't know if it was because of the cold wind, so he kept coughing. There was a distance from Pan Weigong The man took two steps forward, and after Pan Weigong announced that he was fine, the man stayed in place, but he still looked at Pan Weigong vigilantly, like a sharp eagle.

Xu Muyang nodded, Zhang Meng went to drive, a Land Rover Aurora, a Land Cruiser, and left Jincheng Huafu menacingly, without a little difference, the direction was still Dongyang Plaza.

Pan Weigong stood in place for a long time, let the man dissuade him twice, but he didn't mean to go back to the house, and finally said something unclear, but except for him, no one seemed to listen to what Pan Weigong said.

The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing on this city called Qingdao, where there are warm families, poor places, homeless people, degenerate young men and women, and people who also have a tacit understanding to run to a place called Dongyang Square.

"It's going to snow" The white eagle looked up at the sky, couldn't stand the cold wind, and got into the Audi Q7 directly, the white eagle rubbed his hands, and said to Chang Rin who was driving: "Let's go, the eagles are starting to circle, we rabbits, if we don't go out again, I'm sorry for this day." ”

Chang Rin launched Q7 without hesitation, without mentioning the direction, it was Dongyang Square that would not be calm.

The car lights illuminated Dongyang Square, Gong San'er was excited, Zhao Kuang's face was hot, and the two stood in the corner of the square, only to see the small red dot of Gong San'er smoking.

One car, two cars, three cars I don't know how long the small square that has been silent boiled gong san'er can be sure that even zhao kuangchao who has become numb to this qiē can be sure that the center of qingdao tonight is here.

"It's time for us to go." Li Jackal opened his eyes, this gloomy sky for a long time, snowflakes floated, Li Jackal touched the snowflakes that fell on his face and melted instantly, and smiled, a smile that made people not think of a smile.

"Aunt, after tonight, the favor you owe Pan Weigong will be repaid." Wang Lianghu muttered to the snowy scene.

A broken Xiali starts, the direction is still Dongyang Square, maybe it has been turned on and feels disgusted, but this qiē has already begun, this is the last car, but I don't know if it is the first car, intriguing.