The black jeep was speeding through the city of Beijing, and Tucker glanced at Zhao Kuangchao, who was like a dead dog, and said in a very authentic Northeast dialect: "Do you know how many people in Beijing can't sleep because of you, a little rabbit cub?" ”

There is no answer, and there is no doom to answer.

Tucker looked bored, but this authentic African man knew more about the Chinese art of war than most Chinese, and he didn't know if it was ironic.

Tucker drove the car intently, and Tucker didn't care if Zhao Kuangran, who was in the back seat, could play tricks, and Tucker knew very well what kind of injuries Zhao Kuangran had, so it could be said that if Zhao Kuangran escaped again and didn't get treatment, it would definitely be impossible to survive tonight.

Suddenly, there was movement in the back seat, and a very bad thought appeared in Tucker's mind, and he quickly turned his head, so that Tucker's unexpected thing happened, and Zhao Kuang's fist, which was originally like a dead dog, was less than a few points away from his head.

The heavy punch fell, and even Tucker, who was extremely perverted in his ability to resist blows, was blinded, after all, the muscles could not grow on the head, and when he was unconscious, Tucker could only watch Zhao Kuang limp and disappear from his sight.

Maybe it's too much to underestimate this Zhao Kuang, Tucker thought in his last consciousness.

The incomparably vast streets set off those alleys incomparably smaller, Zhao Kuang stood stubbornly against the wall, his face was bloodless, his body seemed to be evacuated by something, but his shoulders seemed to be carrying heavy stones, and Zhao Kuang was out of breath.

Maybe that's what it feels like to die, maybe.

Zhao Kuangran felt that he had run far enough, and slowly lay down in this position where no one could find him, and finally lay down in the alley, looking at the sky through the gap between the walls.

It seems that there is something else around him, it is a wandering wild dog in the alley, think about it if he really dies and cheapens these wild dogs, it is really a bit abstract to the extreme, put it in Gong San'er, I am afraid what kind of topic it will become.

At this most undeserved time, Zhao Kuang laughed nonsense, laughed from the bottom of his heart, dying here is the best ending in Zhao Kuangchao's thousands of plans.

He won't go out again, when he is a puppet, he is manipulated to love, he is manipulated to hate, that kind of day, thinking about it will make Zhao Kuang chaotic and afraid, he (9)∨dǐng(9)∨diǎn(9)∨ small (9)∨ said, [email protected]+s_(); I don't want to think of anything, and I don't want to look at those lofty faces anymore.

Zhao Kuangchao just hated that he didn't have that ability, didn't subvert the entire Zhao family, didn't have the ability to solve the guys who planned his life one by one, and faced this behemoth-like Zhao family alone, Zhao Kuangchao was powerless in his heart, but the anger in his heart made Zhao Kuangchao want to tear it apart.

"After all, I still haven't done it." Zhao Kuangran slowly raised his hand, trying to grab the bright moon that finally appeared in the sky, it seemed that his sister was smiling at him.

"Don't!" A woman's scream broke all Zhao Kuang's thoughts.

This kind of thing, in this kind of unknown realm, is not surprising, and it can be said that it is endless, but it more or less makes Zhao Kuangchao a little troubled, although he is no longer a fledgling in this society, but in some things, Zhao Kuangchao still can't do it without heart and lungs, maybe he can't reach that realm in his life.

Another scream.

Zhao Kuangran's heart trembled violently, and he seemed to finally remember this more or less characteristic voice that had been sealed in the dust for a long time.

But will he really be able to stand up? Zhao Kuangran found that his body was a little stiff, which was the feeling that he had reached the limit. Zhao Kuangran was well aware of this feeling and tried to stand up.

"Help!"

Zhao Kuang stood up violently, leaning against the wall and trembling step by step towards the place where the voice came from.

"Give me all the money you have." A man with big teeth was dragging Bai Chuying's hair, and beside the man, there was a thin guy like a monkey who was moving his hands and feet against Bai Chuying, wielding a small switchblade in his hand.

"I say you, let her go!" A deep voice rang out behind the two men.

The skinny monkey-like guy turned his head, and through the moonlight, he could see a hunched guy staring at them.

Bai Chuying, who was dressed in white, looked at the figure, and suddenly felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Boy, this is not the place for you to bravely save the beauty of heroes." The bastard with the switchblade in his hand said angrily, poking his head towards Zhao Kuangran, thinking of teaching this stunned Qingyi a small lesson, although the two of them are just gangsters, although they are afraid of making a big fuss, but the lesson is more than enough to teach Zhao Kuangchao a straw bag.

"Get out." Zhao Kuang said angrily, holding on to the wall with one hand.

"The tone is not small, today I will let you know what the price is." This bastard finally couldn't stand Zhao Kuang's extremely pretending behavior, and rushed forward with a switchblade.

The black cloud was blown away by the strong wind, revealing half of the moon, which just shone on Zhao Kuangchao's face, especially the eyes.

The bastard stopped, his hands trembled a little, and he looked at Zhao Kuang's chaotic eyes in a daze, and his hands trembled a little, as if he couldn't even grasp the switchblade tightly.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The man with big teeth said inexplicably, and even let go of Bai Chuying.

Zhao Kuang's eyes opened suddenly, and a murderous aura filled the air in an instant, this is not a stage effect created by some actor, this is genuine.

"Fugui, run, run!" The switchblade in the bastard's hand fell to the ground, and he turned around and pulled the man with big teeth all the way to run wildly, and the bastard's desolate cry echoed in the alley, which was particularly weird.

Speaking of which, this bastard has been stumbling around in society for more than ten years, doing the most undignified work and taking the least amount of money, which seems to sum up the lives of most people at the bottom of this society.

For so many years, this bastard has not seen a ruthless person, and those old stubborn masters have not dealt with it once, but it is the first time that he has been frightened by a look, this bastard knows very well that if he dares to rush forward just now, he will definitely die. Although there is no definite thing in this world, this one, bastard can be sure.

The two brothers ran for three or four streets, until the skinny bastard was completely out of body and didn't stop.

"Brother, let's just run away like this?" The man with big teeth gasped and said, it was the first time he had seen this bastard show this expression when he came from his hometown to mix with this cousin who was the most smooth in Beijing.

"That guy just now, it's not something we can provoke, remember to meet that kind of person outside, how far can we run, we can't touch them." The bastard said as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, apparently still not recovering from his fear.

"Brother, that guy was so terrible just now?" The man with his teeth touched his head and said, feeling that the bastard was making a big fuss, and he was always a soldier.

"Now I explain to you that you won't understand, and you will know later that kind of person, we can only think about it, we can't touch it, we can't touch it, we can't touch it." The bastard said three times in a row that he couldn't touch it, and he was deeply taboo.

in the alleys.

Bai Chuying looked at this somewhat familiar life-saving benefactor, suddenly thought of something, stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Kuang with a slight tremble: "It's you." ”

"It's me." Zhao Kuangran smiled a little helplessly, he didn't expect to meet this woman again from here, Zhao Kuangran could only think of the word providence, but before he could say anything, Zhao Kuangran fell to the ground like this.

The memory gradually blurred, and Zhao Kuangran didn't know whether he was going to sleep or die.

The sun rises as usual, and perhaps this is the most attractive thing in the world.

In the ancestral hall of the Zhuo family, there was a woman in white kneeling.

The woman knelt humbly, and the group of people in suits and leather shoes standing on either side seemed to be blind.

Outside the ancestral hall, luxury cars are like clouds, and the funeral is forced to bring out a hint of wedding flavor.

said that it is good to listen to a diǎn, this is to pay tribute to Zhuo Lianhu, who has been shrouded in the horse leather of the Zhuo family in this life, and it is hard to hear diǎn, but it is just a person who invites the past to go through the motions.

The guests always come and go, in and out, wave after wave, maybe this is not the most ridiculous part, the most ridiculous thing is that the Zhuo family came, it was just a woman, maybe this is the biggest irony of Zhuo Lianhu.

A quasi-heir of the Zhuo family finally fell to this fate, perhaps this is the difference between life and death, without any use value, it is destined to be thrown away by this family based on the interests of a qiē, this is the survival concept of a family, arrogant and impersonal.

"Lao Zhuo is completely wrong in this step." Ma Zhutian still seems to be immersed in the shock of Zhuo Lianhu's quiet death, or Ma Zhutian still can't accept this extremely cruel reality.

"Sooner or later, I can't escape, but no one would have thought that Lao Zhuo would leave in such a hurry." Li Yuan shook his head helplessly, maybe compared to those who went through the motions, these people really came to mourn, but obviously they are not qualified to enter the ancestral hall now.

"Boss Zhuo" Li Anshi clenched his fists hatefully, he couldn't hide all his feelings like Ma Guotian or Li Yuan, and he looked like he was going to cry out for Zhuo Lianhu, but fortunately, in the end, he told Li Anshi not to make trouble here.

"Little stone, it's time to grow up, you can't call him Zhuo Boss for a lifetime, and your old man can't shelter you for a lifetime, in fact, our life seems to be precious, but in the eyes of those people, it is really worthless." Ma Gotian patted Li Anshi on the shoulder, knowing that Li Anshi's feelings for Zhuo Lianhu were not overnight, but what could he do? But I can only scold two sentences here.

Some things are too deep into the play, although they are not necessarily all bad things, but they are definitely not good either.