"Yue Lao, what I did for the Zhao family is really nothing." Zhao Baichuan said lightly, no matter what height a person reaches, there are a few untouchable shaves in his heart, for example, the old man in front of him is a sexist that Zhao Baichuan will not dare to disobey in his life.

"Zhao Kuangran, it's just a small chess piece, don't be too nerve-wracking, Baichuan, you are still like back then, you go to your heart for everything, after all, you don't owe him anything, even if you owe him something, what's the matter?" Yue Lao was sitting precariously, looking at Zhao Baichuan's gaze as if he was looking at a stone.

"Zhao Kuangchao is not just a chess piece." Zhao Million shook his head slightly, he didn't mean to hit the old man of the moon, but he was just carrying out what he was thinking about.

"Do you think what happened to Zhao Jinglei will happen to his son? Ridiculous. Old Man Yue seemed to be a little unhappy, and Zhao Baichuan's gaze was not as kind as it was just now.

In addition to the occasional appearance of a few demons, this huge family is also rich in some fools who don't know how to turn back without hitting the south wall.

Zhao Baichuan didn't fight with Old Man Yue this time, but he was obviously a little absent-minded.

"Baichuan, let's think about how to stabilize the Zhao family, someone is eyeing us." Although the old man was a little unaccustomed to Zhao Baichuan's appearance this month, he still said very kindly.

"Reaper?" Zhao Baichuan said without thinking.

Old Man Moon shook his head.

"Chamber of Commerce?" Zhao Baichuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right, the Zhuo family is more or less involved, and even the Xia family is indispensable." The old man said with a sad face, this most peaceful era, but it always makes people unable to sleep peacefully for a night, which is very illustrative.

Zhao Baichuan looked at Old Man Yue in disbelief, of course he didn't believe that Old Man Yue would joke about this.

"Think about how to deal with those tigers, leopards and jackals, as for that Zhao Kuangchao, just let him fend for himself in Beijing, the Zhao family is important or a chess piece is important, I believe that after so many years of being a chess player, you should know better than me." The old man got up and said, looking at Zhao Baichuan, who was already in chaos, but a smile appeared on his face for no reason, and he didn't know what he was mocking. Only one Zhao Baichuan was left who was a little lost and depressed.

The night view of Beijing, let people "] dǐng "] diǎn "] small "] said, .◇.⊥os_ (); Inexplicably wants to fall.

Now, the madman who has been muttering that he is standing in the middle of the storm of the times is dead, who should inherit this sentence?

The night is so quiet that people can hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground, and what is hidden behind this silence?

The frenzy of the turntable slowly dissipated, and what was left was a collision between two behemoths, but there was so much at stake at stake, and the spark of the collision was always in the darkest and darkest place, and those who lived in the brightest and brightest would never notice it.

The huge Beijing is like a huge gladiatorial arena, and every night, all the time, is staging a life-and-death struggle.

The tip of the iceberg of a battle.

Wu Qiba's hands trembled a little, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stared at the few people in front of him like a fierce beast, maybe he could still recognize the names of these people, but there was no need to identify them, and the cold thing instantly pierced into Wu Qiba's chest, and the painful Wu Qiba struggled to death.

"Another one." The guy with a ghost word tattooed on his forehead slowly pulled out the sharp knife, and watched Wu Qiba's face slowly turn pale with a sense of accomplishment, perhaps only a madman would appreciate the process of a person from birth to death.

The roar of locomotives shattered the silence.

"Big Stomach, we're leaving." The little ghost wiped the sharp knife, made a middle finger at Wu Qiba, who was still hovering in the death line, and left with a piercing sound.

The five Kawasaki stopped in front of Wu Qiba, whose body was about to be cold, and five men with similar looks got out of the car, and the man in the lead shook his head at Wu Qiba, whose breathing had gradually changed from thick to thin, and whispered a few words into the headphones.

Wu Qiba's body trembled a little, and he stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly.

The man slowly squatted down, holding the hand that was not warm, trying to hear what this guy who had been with him countless times was going to say in the end, although it was a little regrettable, but this man who was the leader of the wolf group definitely had no desire to avenge Wu Qiba, after all, this day, for them, would come sooner or later.

Wu Qiba cried like a girl, no one wants to die, even if it is an absolutely hopeless guy, but when life really comes to an end, this can no longer allow one person to have the final say, after all, this world is not for any child.

"If you can't hold on, sue Brother Sù, Brother will let you go happily, don't wait, no one can save you." The man said lightly, looking at the shocking wound on Wu Qiba's chest, he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and slowly put it to Wu Qiba's mouth.

Wu Qiba took a puff slowly, maybe the cigarette had not yet entered his lungs, and the hand that had been holding it tightly was slowly put down.

"Dead." The man rubbed his nose, and seemed to feel a little sour, but he would never drop the same thing as Wu Qiba, maybe at most and at most, and when he caught the murderer who killed Wu Qiba, he could only let the other party taste what it was like to be half-dead.

"Three directors, are the reaper ready to meet the wrath of the Chamber of Commerce?" As the man spoke, the evening breeze blew, and the bones were not cold.

Three miles of night in Beijing.

A man sat in the dimly lit place and looked into the distance, and the man who didn't even know his name didn't know what he was worried about, or what else he couldn't understand in his incomparably small world.

Next to the man stood a black man wearing a baseball cap, but this black man is a serious Chinese, with an authentic Shaanxi accent, as for why his skin color is born like this, this is also what this guy nicknamed the little black man has been curious about, only ask himself Lao Tzu, but unfortunately there is no one to ask above his Lao Tzu, he can only become a fan.

"Little Negro, what is the point of our existence zài?" This man, who has always been called an intoxicating man, said, sitting in this lamplight, feeling that he didn't know how to live, didn't know how to die, even if this qiē was disease-free**, but they had endured enough enough, could they even sigh and be cruelly deprived?

"Earn money." The little black man said something very cheesy and cheesy.

"And then?" The intoxicating expression was a little sarcastic, but definitely not a mockery of the little black man, but the thing that had just been mentioned, as if money was the biggest joke in the world, or a lie.

"Life." The little black man said without thinking, without any flattering answer, very simple, and the closest to the right answer.

"Can people like us really live that kind of life?" Laughing intoxicatingly and self-deprecatingly, maybe he has the largest security company in Beijing, and the money in his pocket is enough to destroy countless families, but his heart is empty as if there is no blood, which is a bad feeling.

The little black man shook his head very solemnly, as if he didn't need to think about any question, but the answer he gave was also what the intoxicating people wanted to see the most, that is, an ending without an ending, their extremely sad fate.

Money satisfies only those things that are easy for them, such incomparably omnipotent, but they cannot wash away the blood from their hands, from their shoulders.

They were always asking why they were so tired of living, maybe this was the reason why they were so tired, it was as simple as that, the little black man's answer.

Do you really have to have a clear conscience when you rub it on your neck? Isn't that just letting them die?

"Long time no see." A somewhat rough voice sounded behind the intoxicating man and the little black man, and the little black man wanted to look back to see who was behind him, but the drunken man shook his head.

"I don't want to see you again." Intoxicating man said.

"You say that, but you have a diǎn heart." The voice of the man standing behind the two of them had a diǎn smile, and it didn't seem to be as stiff as the identity of the ghost king, if you really thought that this man was easy to talk, it was a big mistake, how many people were blinded by the man's attitude of not caring about a qiē.

"Why do you want to come back?" The intoxicating man said, skipping the topic that was not worth continuing to discuss.

"I want to come back and see what this capital looks like now, and by the way, see how many fierce people have come out of China over the years." The man said indifferently, as if he was looking at a heavy thing that seemed to be stepped on from the sky, very faint, so light that there was no weight at all.

"So you killed the two directors of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce?"

"Two? Just now another special one was added. The man said disapprovingly, just like this White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, which is taboo even among the three major families, is like a playhouse, and he doesn't know if this represents absolute strength, or if he is telling everyone that this man is a madman.

The drunk man clasped his hands, and his voice trembled a little: "Are you crazy? Do you want to ask for a ghost to meet the second ruined miè? ”

"I can't do this with you, with the Chamber of Commerce, are you worthy of our teacher? The enemy is still alive and well, can you sleep peacefully? Anyway, I can't, and when I come back this time, either I'll go back with that guy's head and give the old man a drink, or the reaper will disappear completely. The man said, although he was still so indifferent, but more or less revealed some redundant feelings, he was the ghost king of the entire life-seeking ghost, but he still couldn't completely put aside human nature, as if this was hinting at something.

"What qualifications do you have to represent the entire Reaper!" Maybe it was these words that touched the intoxicating man, and the drunken man got up angrily, but the back was already empty, as if no one had ever appeared.