The neon flashes, people don't know what to buy and get drunk, the road of life is still empty to nothing, most people think that the best times have come, but they live in the worst way, or decadent, or degenerate.

"These people are hunting us regularly, and I remember one of them saying that I was the fifth, indicating that there will be a fourth tomorrow night." The roe deer suddenly realized.

"Yu Wenle, Heshan, Wei Yilong" Guo Qihu thought about the three names before and after, frowned and said: "The next one will be the white eagle, and the order they follow is from back to front." ”

"What about the three goshawks in Tibet, I will let them know what the lesson is tomorrow night." Guo Qihu muttered to himself, finally, in the deliberation of the roe deer, and even many unknown people, the time to really meet, or to meet hard, is coming.

A food stall on the side of the road, the slightly glowing charcoal fire, like a lamp on this cold day, attracts people to come and go, Zhao Kuang Gong San'er sat down on the table closest to the stove, and first called Yi Yinghuo to report his safety, this is almost Zhao Kuangran's habit of thundering every night, but the copycat machine he bought with three hundred oceans only has a few numbers, so that Zhao Kuangchao often wonders if he has spent unjust money.

Yi Yinghuo complained on the phone for a while that Zhao Kuangchao had not died and returned to Beijing, and finally threatened Zhao Kuangchao that if he did not go back for the New Year, he would not let Zhao Kuangchao enter the house, and let Zhao Kuangchao and the three of them sleep on the street. Of course, Zhao Kuangran responded to the compromise, but whether he could really go back or not, he didn't seem to be able to say it, and Gong San'er couldn't either.

Put the phone back in his pocket, order a few small stir-fries, ask for a few skewers of scones, listen to the boss's rhythmic knife sound, the two of them eat like starving ghosts, eating those tasteless box lunches in the hospital is more torturous than anything else, in this kind of place, paying too much attention will become not ordinary ridiculous.

The business of the food stalls is not so good, and the few customers scattered are mostly workers who live like a year, and there are almost a few dignified and dignified uniforms, so it is not a world of food stalls.

The hot food made Zhao Kuang forget and sighed, for Zhao Kuangran, there may not be any place where you can eat comfortably.

The stall was opened by a bearded middle-aged man, with a somewhat fat figure, a very kind smile, always cutting vegetables with his head down, and occasionally looking up to glance at the food stall.

The one serving the food is a middle-aged woman, and the bearded man is quite husband and wife, and it seems that she is the proprietress of this stall. On the table under the small light bulb, there is also a little girl who has just entered the first grade, writing homework stroke by stroke on the Tian Ge book, and there is still a kind of reading in her mouth, so plain that she can't make waves, like a bowl of cold white open, although there is not much taste, but she can survive life.

Because of the cold business, the proprietress carried a small maza and sat next to the child to help with homework. The boss also wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and seemed not to be a little disappointed in this coldness, threw a toothpick into his mouth, and picked it up interestingly, looking like he was quitting smoking.

The taste of the dish is quite delicious, not particularly delicious, but it is also difficult to find out. Six pieces of scones were eaten, and most of the dishes were also solved, the two touched their stomachs and burped, Gong San'er picked his teeth, and looked at the boss who was concentrating on the work at hand from time to time, this stall was found by Gong San'er, and took Zhao Kuang to bypass I don't know how many alleys, saying that he knew the boss here, but Gong San'er hadn't greeted the boss since he sat down, which made Zhao Kuang a little suspicious of what Gong San'er said.

"Boss, you're good at knives." Gong San'er was the first to break the silence and said.

The boss smiled suspiciously, held the kitchen knife on the board with a calloused hand, pulled out the kitchen knife and played with it, and did not forget to cut two plates of celery, and finally put the kitchen knife back in its original place and said: "I have lived for most of my life, and I have learned this craft." ”

Gong San'er smiled without refuting, took out Hongta Mountain, put it on the table, saw the toothpick in the boss's mouth, did not hand the boss a cigarette, and took one himself, but did not smoke it.

"Such a good craft, put it on cooking, don't you think it's a waste?" Gong San'er asked seemingly innocentially, making it impossible to tell whether it was intentional or unintentional. Zhao Kuangran noticed the change in the boss's eyes, and he could also feel Gong San'er's abnormal seriousness.

The boss glanced at Gong San'er again, and then at Zhao Kuangran, who was quietly drinking hot soup, with a smile on his face, it was hard to think of the appearance of this middle-aged man when he was not smiling. took out the toothpick in his mouth and said: "I'm not a hero, in another five years, I can pick up a knife and not shake, I will be content." ”

Gong San'er nodded with a smile, didn't ask any more, looked at the recipes hanging on the wall a few times, took out fifteen yuan, put it on the table, glanced at the woman and the child under the light, Gong San'er said with a little relief: "What is the child's name?" ”

"Bai Shanshan, just in the first grade." The boss didn't feel that this question was a little abrupt at all, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes, but there was no sense of disgust.

Gong San'er scratched his head, probably as a passerby, he really didn't have a few problems with his shots, the hand on the table knocked for a while, picked up the tower hill on the table, and left the food stall with Zhao Kuangchao, without even leaving a name.

The boss took the toothpick into his mouth again, and the backs of the two gradually drifted apart, and finally disappeared into the vast night. The boss shook his head thoughtfully, and his hand habitually rested on the handle of the knife.

Under the street lamp, Zhao Kuang asked Gong San'er, who still had a stern face: "Who was that person just now?" ”

Gong San'er raised his head, looked at the street lamp with some blank eyes, and said: "In Qingdao, I am half a master, who taught me a knife, fifteen years ago, this man's famous Cheng dù is no less than the ruthless character in the eleventh evil, I didn't expect to have retired for so long." ”

Zhao Kuangran also sighed.

Gong San'er continued: "I know a few fierce people in Qingdao, I thought I could help us, how to say that the two of us can't stand, but most of them die, the degenerate degenerate, the nameless nameless, and in the end they have to rely on themselves." ”

"I can't survive life." Zhao Kuang stretched his waist, thinking about how many people have suddenly become human beings, and in life, what do you want to use to defeat yourself? Gun? Knife? Zhao Kuang's scalp was numb when he thought about it, but he still didn't have an answer. But he still walked forward, maybe on this street, this road, walking on the rings of this time, he had the answer, Zhao Kuangchao believed that this answer would never disappoint him.

"Tomorrow, I'll meet that white vulture, I don't believe we can't afford to make any waves in Qingdao." Gong San'er has become the villain's virtue of holding grudges again, but Zhao Kuangchao is not unclear, this white vulture really touched Gong San'er's only thing that can't be touched, as for what? Needless to say.

Beicheng Xingxing attacked the hall, and the white eagle put the black 8 into the hole, wiped the club, and quietly listened to Chang Rin.

"Wei Yilong is dead, it is estimated that the next one will be us, what should we do?" Chang Rin also seemed to be a little uncalm, after all, those who hunted them were not something that could be stopped by risking their lives.

"Cold salad." The white vulture didn't know why it was still joking, as if it didn't know the severity of things.

Chang Rin was stunned, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the white vulture gourd.

"Do you know who just called me?" The white vulture sells Guan Zidao.

"Who?" Chang Rin seemed to be a little anxious.

"Pan Weigong." The white vulture said word by word.

"This" Chang Rin figured out something, but couldn't understand anything.

The white eagle took the white ball in his hand, gently put it on the hole and said: "That old guy talked to me about a condition, asking me to lure out Guo Qihu, maybe I can catch more fish, promise to spare my life, and share my piece of the pie." ”

"Credible?" Chang Rin smelled the smell of conspiracy, if Guo Qihu wanted to fight back, he would definitely catch a few guys who were hunting eleven evils, just this time he was staring at them so exposed, Guo Qihu would not sit idly by, if Pan Weigong was not conducive to this, he would not be the old fox.

The white eagle shook his head and said: "Whether it's Guo Qihu or Pan Weigong, I don't believe anyone, but I still have to make a little appearance, none of them want to make it bigger, I will do what they want, but we have to engage in a tiger fight across the mountain."

Chang Rin smiled and shook his black jacket, as if he could imagine the scene tomorrow night, and some blood surged, as if he was in the center of the whirlwind of this era.

"Remote Dongyang Square, tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there will be no disturbers, the absolute blockade is a qiē, I have promised Guo Qihu to lead Pan Weigong's people over, and I have promised Pan Weigong to lead Guo Qihu over, then they will fight to their heart's content, it is best to lose both." The white vulture laughed, seemingly under control of every step.

Gong San'er waited for Pan Weigong's call, it was Pan Weigong who took the initiative to call them, and Gong San'er, who was discharged from the hospital, once told Pan Weigong that he wanted to solve the white eagle before leaving Qingdao, Pan Weigong did not express his position, did not support or object, but what kind of medicine was sold on this phone.

"Dongyang Square, tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, it will be very lively, make a deal, as long as the white eagle can't see the sun tomorrow night, I will give you a bar, the kind that will not disappoint you." Pan Weigong said lightly, there was something in his voice that could not be rejected by others.