Even if the human heart is measured, no matter how abstract the human heart is, there must be a few people who stand up, and these people who stand up are not necessarily the strongest people, nor are they necessarily the people with the most brilliant brains, but the backbone will definitely not bend to anywhere.

Zhuo Lianhu is undoubtedly the self-esteem of this huge old Beijing, which is somewhat abstract, which makes many people in the so-called capital of China a little shameless.

Will this naked slap in the face make his face hurt, this is a later story.

Elder Yang was on the stage with his hands behind his back, looking at the three names specially marked by the staff.

Roe deer, Zhao Kuangran, Zhuo Lianhu.

The old man nodded slightly, a little relieved, relieved that there were still people standing up in this era, and it was three, enough, but there were some regrets, whether these three people could come back alive after three days, no one could make this guarantee.

"The roe deer of the Liu family, the Zhao family, Zhao Kuangchao, Zhuo Lian Zhuo Lianhu, there are already ten names that have been pointed out, please first, although the old man is not a good person, but I sincerely hope that the three of you can come back alive in three days." Elder Sheep made a gesture of please.

Zhuo Lianhu, who was closest to the door, was the first to leave, taking Li Yuan and Ma Xiangtian with him.

Followed by roe deer and Zhao Kuangran, these two old friends, did not say hello, or even look at each other, both of them understood that the place where they were standing at the moment was definitely not a world, since they could put aside life and death in the venue, then abandoning those dispensable origins can be regarded as child's play.

Beijing, still so busy, perhaps accustomed to the extremely depressed atmosphere of the venue, Zhao Kuanglan suddenly felt a little relieved, looking at this world that I don't know how many years to reach this point, Zhao Kuangran wanted to ask himself if he was really willing to die, but there was really no answer, maybe the answer was yes, but Zhao Kuangran didn't want to think about it.

"Do you regret it?" Li Bai said.

Zhao Kuang shook his head and smiled: "Regret? What is Regret? ”

Li Bai was stunned, and was about to say something, but felt that it was better not to say some words.

Although Li Bai was reluctant in his heart, this game about the turntable began, and by the time the thirteen names were sent to the mobile phone, in Beijing, the old camp of the Zhao family, was about to become a sea of swords.

This night will not be peaceful, and it is destined to be unpeaceful, or this period of time, so that those who are content with the status quo have busy people.

Zhao Kuangchao and the three disappeared into Beijing, disappearing from view, waiting for their trial.

The top floor of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, this is a commanding height in Beijing, and perhaps this is also the most beautiful place to see the scenery from Beijing.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged man in a white suit, the man skillfully ate the bloody steak on the table with a fork, and behind him stood a man like a butler, the man with small round eyes, like a character from some movie, until the middle-aged man in a white suit wiped the corners of his mouth, and the housekeeper put a piece of paper on the table.

Thirteen names were written on the paper, that is, today's unfortunate or lucky ones.

The man squinted slightly at the thirteen names, just now, he received four phone calls, two from the Beijing Military Region, to protect Zhuo Lianhu, the other one from Zhao Baichuan, and the remaining one, is a later story.

"Except for Zhao Kuangran and Zhuo Lianhu, there is no one left." The man glanced at the names, said lightly, and got up silently.

When the middle-aged man stood up completely, he directly set off the housekeeper next to him to be incomparably small, the middle-aged man's height was completely more than two meters, and his figure was even more terrifying, like a bear, but his face was particularly white and delicate, like some stars who had undergone special plastic surgery, but the gangsterism on his body could not be deduced by ordinary people.

"None left?" The butler said.

"I don't want to leave him with any thoughts, the game has to be like a game, and if you get through the first round, then who thinks this wheel is a killing game?" The man turned his head and habitually touched the scar on his left cheek, as if he had been scratched by some animal.

After the butler left, the huge palace-like room was left with only this man who could be overwhelmed by the momentum on his body, and the man stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets, like a painting, a painting that stained the whole of Beijing red with blood.

The butler nodded slightly.

Things with interests can always be pulled out of some dark box operations, not to mention this incomparably huge turntable.

Gong San'er and the three arrived in Qingdao, like three losers, they failed to bring anyone back from Beijing, but they lost the most important thing in Beijing.

"How are we going to give them an explanation?" Dayue took a deep breath and said, no one came to pick them up, just as no one came to see them off.

"Confession?" Gong San'er muttered, with a sneer on his face, who can they explain to? No one can either.

But anyway, they returned.

Gong San'er was suddenly a little scared to return to Burning Love, because he didn't know how to explain it, rather than telling the story about Zhao Kuangran, it was better to say that Zhao Kuangran was dead, at least it could make people break their thoughts about this young man.

But even if there are thousands of people who are unwilling, they still need to go back.

The three of them took a taxi to kill Burning Love, speechless all the way, the three of them really couldn't find what to say, and finally the taxi stopped at the door of Burning Love, Gong San'er found out in a trance that they had arrived in Qingdao, and they had arrived at Burning Love, but that thought was still left in the huge Beijing.

It's not yet the golden hour, the burning emotion is extremely empty, Gong San'er pushed the door in, and several girls who were teased by Gong San'er at the front desk recognized the boss at a glance, but looking at the gloomy faces of Gong San'er and the three of them, a few little girls who usually love to joke with this boss who has no frame shut up one by one.

Gong San'er and the three of them walked directly into the Burning Hall, sat down in the familiar card seat, or the exclusive card seat, Gong San'er habitually took out Hongta Mountain, but just held it in his mouth and didn't smoke, this hopeless guy seemed to really plan to quit smoking.

A woman sat on the empty seat of the six-person booth, and Gong San'er looked up at the person, maybe because she had a bottom in her heart, but Gong San'er was stunned.

"Xia duckweed" Gong San'er muttered, in the face of this woman who exudes pampering and humiliation, Gong San'er didn't dare to provoke in his heart, in Gong San'er's consciousness, this Xia duckweed's Taoism is estimated to be a level higher than that of the flower snake, if anyone dares to say that this woman is just a female college student, Gong San'er really dares to be anxious with anyone.

The so-called flowers are different from dogs.

"Didn't bring him back?" Xia Duckweed said lightly, as if she had seen the reason for this strange atmosphere.

Gong San'er nodded, a little weak, feeling that she couldn't raise her head in front of this woman at the moment, this was the most embarrassing time in Gong San'er's life, without exception, even if Gong San'er's face had reached the thickness of the city wall, Gong San'er still felt that her face was feverish at this moment.

Xia Fuping nodded lightly, didn't say anything, didn't ask the reason, seemed to know that in the capital, there was absolutely nothing good happening to Gong San'er and the three of them.

A few minutes later.

Xia Chunjuan came in a hurry, but after seeing the three of them like frosted eggplants, he immediately understood something, and his voice trembled a little: "Zhao Kuangchao, dead?" ”

Gong San'er shook his head and lowered his head deeply, at this moment, Gong San'er felt as if he was dead.

"What about people?" Xia Chunjuan put one hand on Gong San'er's shoulder, and his nails were about to sink into Gong San'er's bones, but Gong San'er was like a dead man, not moving, just keeping his head down like this.

"I can't bring it back." The Tashan in Gong San'er's mouth has been bitten off, how can he not understand the mood of the hemp girl, it can be said that Zhao Kuangchao gave her a life, if Xia Chunjuan has the ability to kill him, Gong San'er believes that he will definitely not survive tonight.

"Why can't you bring it back?" Xia Chunjuan said sharply, he was very excited, if Xia Duckweed hadn't stopped Xia Chunjuan and brought him back to his seat, Xia Chunjuan really had the possibility of dismantling Gong San'er.

Perhaps unconsciously, Gong San'er also carried the heaviest thing on his shoulders.

"We can't save him, even if we take our lives." Gong San'er suddenly raised his head, said with red eyes, what kind of eyes is this, the eyes of a small person who gritted his teeth to the extreme, but even so, this little person can't do anything.

There is a kind of gap between you, you are not worthy of your ambition, and you are even less worthy of the suffering you have endured.

If you take out what Gong San'er has endured, you can spell out a bleak life.

Brother Buddha put one hand on Gong San'er's shoulder, afraid that Gong San'er would really collapse completely, and said lightly: "Gong San'er wants to bring back Zhao Kuangchao more than anyone else, but if you can't bring it back, no one can." ”

No one can do a word, which makes people completely disheartened.

Gao Wanfu, who had just received the letter, had just arrived, and he only saw this scene.

Gao Wanfu came with Wang Zhunti and Uncle Zhao, who had just come out of the hospital, but after seeing this scene, everyone's faces sank.

Brother Fo got up slowly, and saw that everyone had arrived, and this circle that was not big or small suddenly lacked a Zhao Kuangchao, as if there were a lot of things missing, just like a marshmallow without sugar.

Is that still called a marshmallow? What else does this marshmallow have to say?

There is no meaning, this is something that any discerning person can see, even Gong San'er understands that there is no point in them continuing to stay like this, they will only waste their incomparably absurd life, even if they have wasted enough, even so, they dare not continue like this.