The sky-high mahogany table was beaten to pieces, the Chinese painting that I don't know if it was the famous artist was splashed with dark red blood, the chandelier swayed, and the man's shadow kept shaking.

The "hiss" man sat on the sofa and took off his shirt soaked in blood, his expression of pain twitching, like a beast licking his wounds. Staggered to his feet, dragging his scarred body to the floor-to-ceiling window, in front of him was the night scene of Beijing, this bustling area, so close to him, and so far away, it seemed that he would never touch it in his life.

Knock, knock

The man took out his mobile phone, pressed the answer expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice: "The person is dead." ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, the man hung up the phone first, smiled bitterly, and turned his head to look at the woman standing in the corner of the wall trembling, her beautiful eyes full of fear.

"Don't worry, I don't kill women." The man explained palely, but it was not convincing at all for a woman who had just seen five or six big living people being sent to the west by the guy in front of her.

"Can I go?" The woman said with a crying voice. I have to say that the pear blossom with the rain face is particularly beautiful, so beautiful that a normal man will give up his life to conquer it.

The man waved his hand and looked lazy, as if there was nothing in this luxurious room that could arouse his interest, including this stunner-like woman.

The woman nodded her head as if relieved, and moved step by step towards the door in her high heels, opened the door, and finally breathed in some fresh air, instead of the smell of blood that filled the room.

A silver knife shattered through the air, leaving only a faint reflection of light.

The "plop" woman didn't have time to enjoy this feeling of being reborn and fell down, and the eyes of the man staring at her behind her were particularly cold, so cold that it made people think of death. The man pulled out the silver knife that went deep into the bone, carefully wrapped it, and the surroundings were quiet as if they were dead.

Knock, knock

The man took out his mobile phone again, looked at the phone number, but did not answer, put it directly in his pocket, and finally looked at the woman's beautiful eyes, changed into a suit that did not fit well, and left this high-end apartment with a high level of security.

The silver Xia Li was speeding on the highway, and the man who was still dealing with the wound was sitting in the back seat, and the driver was a skinny, fox-looking man, the man was holding a cigarette, looking at the injured man through the rearview mirror and said, "This Huang Pozi has so many bodyguards?" ”。

"There are two practitioners, one is a long fist, and the other is good at playing with knives, and it is a big shit luck to be able to leave a life." The man said intermittently, his voice trembling a little, it was hard to imagine that this man with a faint smile on his face had just gone through a ghost gate.

The fox-like man touched his beard, sighed, muttered something without knowing what to say, and continued to drive with his head down.

"Boss Li, can you do the rest of the list of the girls surnamed Xiong?" Whitehead asked, the reason why it is called Whitehead is because this guy has short white hair, as the name suggests.

"Done." Hu Yanli replied crisply, as if all the injuries on his body were tickling.

"But your body" Baitou said with a frown, the current Hu Yanli, I'm afraid he doesn't even have the strength to stand up, and he can withstand other tosses.

"It's not a big deal, compared to the debut formation just now, what kind of journey is this?" Hu Yanli smiled, I have to say that the slightly mediocre face has a little charm when he laughs, or a trace of evil.

The white-headed face is helpless, as long as it is something that Hu Yanli decides, even ten cows can't pull it back, this is something that everyone who understands Hu Yanli knows.

"By the way, Baitou, I just killed a woman we can't touch in this life." Hu Yanli thought of something, took out the silver knife that was wrapped around his waist, and wrapped it a little tighter, as if he was afraid that the unclean things stained by the knife would come out.

Baitou whistled with a smirk, and when he heard what Baitou said, he seemed to be happier than personally pressing the snow-white girl, a typical villain posture of hating the rich, hating the beauty, and hating a qiē.

Hu Yanli burst out laughing, forgetting about his injury.

The way they walk, the road without conscience, without conscience, the road of admitting money but not fate, who is not a madman who bears these things?

A luxurious European-style white villa in Beijing, the luxury car at the door is jaw-dropping, and what is even more terrifying is the license plate.

The huge study, the most eye-catching is the picture of ten thousand horses galloping, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is magnificent, but for the first time to step into this room, it is not a huge dismount.

The high-grade sandalwood desk, if it doesn't have a special meaning, would have been eliminated by this place where there is no thorn. An old man with white hair looked at a slightly old book on his desk, and even the title of the book had been hidden by the years. The door was gently opened, and the old man lifted his gold-wire glasses, put down the heavy book in his hand, and looked at the young man in front of him.

"What's the matter? If you have something to say," the old man said lightly, his voice was not very loud, but it was majestic enough.

"Just now the Huang family sent a letter, Huang Pozi died, and the person who started it was the woman surnamed Xiong who found it." The young man nodded in a panic and said, the old man in front of him seemed to be no different from an ordinary old man, but there was a well-known head of the Qian family in the entire Beijing and Tianjin, and Qian Cheng was in danger. Coming into contact with characters of this level is like a war, and if you are not careful, you may stay in this city of Beijing forever.

The old man squinted his face slightly and looked at the sweaty young man, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, there was no so-called murderous aura, but Guan Tingyun, who had experienced many lives and deaths, was stared at by Qian Chengwei and his scalp was numb.

Guan Tingyun moved his fingers, and the cold sweat in his palms was a little cold, could this be the so-called aura? He has been working in the Qian family for several years, but he still can't control his feelings in front of Qian Chengwei.

"Qian Guozhong, Qian Guozhong, you play ruthlessly with me, even your sister dares to do it, and you can't do it." The old man threw the cup in his hand directly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was furious.

Guan Tingyun's body trembled, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Let the douzi and them all go back to Beijing, and all the shareholders who have a relationship with Qian Hai will be protected, if he is allowed to go on like lawlessness, it is not impossible to alarm the people above." Qian Chengwei sat down again and said in a deep voice.

Guan Tingyun nodded hurriedly and left the room that had left him a shadow.

On the other side, Po Xiali stopped in front of a hotel, if it weren't for Hu Yanli's expensive suit outside, it would be difficult to enter the door of this star-rated hotel.

took the elevator upstairs, the two opened the door with the room card, the room was pitch black, the two didn't turn on the lights, so they entered the house softly, Hu Yanli sat on the sofa and bandaged the knife wound, leaning against the door with a white head, as if waiting for something.

A man in a suit walked into the dead room, holding a file bag in his hand, putting the file bag on the table in front of Hu Yanli, and sitting silently on the sofa. This man is not tall, about 1.8 meters long, but from the moment he first appeared, Hu Yanli felt that this man was not simple, not a man's strong figure, but a man's eyes, although not like the teeth and claws of most outlaws, but full of suffocating death, this kind of death Hu Yanli has only seen in those guys who crawled out of the pile of dead people.

"It's all in there, and there's a picture of the next target, remember, the young man in the picture has to die." In the darkness, the man's voice was as terrifying as death.

Hu Yanli picked up the file bag, feeling that it was not ordinary heavy, not only because of the money in it, but also because he once again put his life on the tip of the knife.

"Give you a week." Men are stingy with his words.

Hu Yanli swallowed his saliva, his body was still painful, it was not that he didn't know what kind of worth, what kind of status the person in this file bag had, and what the consequences were, but he didn't have a choice.

"Questions?" The man looked at the silent Hu Yanli, his expression was a little playful, and he seemed to see something special from this alternative man.

"No problem." Hu Yanli grabbed the file bag tightly, looked at the white head guarding the door, and tried to squeeze out a smile, also in this helplessness, the room where the man left.

Jianghu is such a place where opportunities and risks coexist, or the world is also average, nothing is easy to obtain, and the price paid is also big and small. But for people who are carrying special things, playing with life is their way of life, and sometimes Hu Yanli even wants to change the word "life" to give life, which seems to be more appropriate. No one wants to be like this, but their world is only alive and alive, and only alive can prove that they are alive!

In the early morning, the air was quite fresh, but because there were few passers-by on a cold day, Zhao Kuangchao carried simple luggage out of the Liu family compound, and only the tough Liu Aoyang saw him off, waving his hand at Zhao Kuang at the door, no need to tell anything, Zhao Kuangchao nodded clearly.

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhao Kuangran's face finally showed a smile, and he quickly typed four words and sent it over, although the outside world is not very calm, not very calm.

I am back.