Sending Yang Xiaoman home, Ling Zijie didn't enter the door, he wanted to get the sad and joyful scene when they met, and it was inconvenient for him to participate as an outsider.

Looking back at Han Xue, she had been staring at Yang Xiaoman, who had been running home from Ai Ai, in a daze, and there was something else in her eyes, as if she was reminiscing and sighing.

"Let's go, I'll send you home." He sighed, although he didn't know what Han Xue was thinking, he didn't want to ask more, what he was thinking about now was to go back and prepare well and go to the Xingrong Club again.

Along the way, neither of them spoke, Han Xue kept staring at his toes and following behind Ling Zijie, as if he had a lot of things on his mind.

"Not ready to let your Uncle Zhang pick you up?" Ling Zijie stopped, and Han Xue almost bumped into him.

"Huh? What did you say? Han Xue raised her head and looked at Ling Zijie, she didn't listen to what she said just now.

"What are you thinking?" Ling Zijie asked.

Han Xue shook her head and didn't speak.

"Okay, let's call your home too." He didn't ask again, everyone has their own hearts.

"I'll beat that and say I'm okay, I'll be back later." Han Xue raised her head and looked at the night sky, her face a little stunned.

"Come with me."

She knew that Ling Zijie wanted her family to pick her up as soon as possible, and she also guessed that the reason why Ling Zijie did this might be that she was going to do something else, and because she guessed (1) (Ben) [read] the novel ybdu, she didn't want Ling Zijie to take the risk.

"Uh-huh...... alright." Ling Zijie hesitated, but nodded, and the two walked side by side under the dim street lamp.

Xingrong Society, office building.

The bald-headed smiling tiger was holding a whip in his hand and slammed a few thugs guarding Yang Xiaoman, Hu Tian and Eagle Hooknose and the little leaders of the Xingrong Society watched him whip with a gloomy face, not moved at all by the pleading voices of those thugs.

Especially the hooked nose, leaning alone on the edge of the door and coldly watching everything that happened in the room, like an outsider.

The thugs rolled back and forth on the ground, begging for mercy, but no one said a word for them.

It's really embarrassing, the whole Xingrong Club is waiting for that mysterious kid to come tonight, but I didn't expect that little girl to disappear so quietly, looking at the glass window of the small office that was corroded into a pile of slime, Hu Tian's face was gloomy and could drip rain.

Didn't that kid be an impulsive and brainless daredevil? Didn't you say that last time that guy hit from the main entrance all the way to the conference room? How do you now know that you can save people first?

If it were a different person, Hu Tian might also be wary of this, but those old guys repeatedly emphasized that the kid was arrogant, domineering, and completely reckless, but how could such a person think of saving people first!

Hu Tian was very angry, not that he was angry that the person was rescued, he was angry that he had been in the underworld for so many years and actually capsized in the gutter, which wanted to let the people on the road know that he was deflated in the hands of a little guy, how could he raise his head outside!

"Find him, kill him!" Hu Tian gritted his teeth.

The smiling tiger stopped and turned his head to look like Hu Tian, while the hooked nose on the other side had a cold glint in his eyes, licked his back molars with his tongue, and turned around and walked out of the door.

Ling Zijie walked with Han Xue for a long time, neither of them spoke, Han Xue kept looking down at the road under his feet, Ling Zijie kept looking up at the sky, unconsciously, the pedestrians on the road were thinning, and Han Xue finally spoke.

"I'm very envious of Xiaoman."

Ling Zijie nodded, he could see this, since he knew Han Xue from the beginning, she had been talking about her grandfather, and she had never heard her mention her parents, perhaps, she was the same person as herself.

"Mom and Dad left home when I was very young." Han Xue raised her hand and brushed the long hair that was blowing in the wind around her ears, "I don't know where they went, grandpa said that they went to work far away, when I was a child, I didn't know where the far away place was, and I always begged grandpa to take me to a far away place to find them, it's ridiculous, right." Speaking of this, Han Xue lowered her head and smiled slightly, as if recalling things when she was a child.

The night breeze blows the branches of the locust trees on the side of the road, and there is a faint fragrance of locust flowers.

"Occasionally, I will miss them very much, and occasionally, they will come back to see me, but as I grow up, I will no longer be spoiled with my grandfather like I was when I was a child, and I no longer have the luxury of living with my parents, they are becoming more and more strange and distant from me."

"So I envy Xiaoman, envy her for having a warm home, and envy her for having parents who love her."

After speaking, Han Xue looked up at Ling Zijie, "What about you?" Tell me about you, I've always wondered what kind of person you are. ”

"Me?" Ling Zijie smiled and shook his head, "I don't have anything to say. ”

When Han Xue was talking just now, he didn't interject and listened silently, Han Xue envied Yang Xiaoman, how could he not envy Han Xue, although her parents were not around, but at least, she had her parents.

"Then why are you so good?" Seeing that Ling Zijie didn't want to mention his family, Han Xue tried to change the topic.

"Eat plenty of vegetables and keep exercising." Ling Zijie didn't know how to think of this sentence again.

Han Xue stopped and frowned slightly, she felt that Ling Zijie had a lot of stories, but he didn't want to say anything, and he couldn't help it.

"It's time for me to go back." Looking up at the increasingly gloomy sky, she spoke softly.

"Then I'll take a taxi to take you back." Ling Zijie turned around and said.

"No need, Uncle Zhang is almost here."

Seeing Han Xue away, Ling Zijie looked at the gloomy sky and let out a long sigh.

This is the way it is in this world, there is always someone who will make you envious, and there will always be someone who envy you, everyone has their own pain and joy, their own sorrow and joy, which others cannot understand.

Raising his hand and looking at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and Ling Zijie was ready to go home.

Before sending Han Xue away, he was determined that Xingrong would be removed again tonight, but for some reason he suddenly lost interest now, and just wanted to go home quickly, drink hot tea, and then lie on the bed and wait for the dawn to come.

But when he opened the door of Wang Ji Teahouse, his idea was changed again.

In the small courtyard behind the teahouse, a figure stood quietly at his door, exuding a cold killing intent, and a pair of eyes stared at him who had just walked in like a poisonous snake, as if he was waiting for him to come back.

"Xingrong's?" Ling Zijie's face turned gloomy.

I didn't plan to trouble them anymore, but these guys were so ignorant that they dared to take the initiative to come to the door.

Eagle Hooknose didn't answer, his arm shook, and a machete appeared in his hand, slamming down on Ling Zijie.

Whew, Ling Zijie dodged sideways, dodged a knife from the hook nose, and kicked the hook nose with a whip leg, but unfortunately the hook nose was not slow to react, and he also twisted to avoid Ling Zijie's attack.

Standing on the opposite side, Eagle Hook Nose looked at Ling Zijie coldly, and began to observe this kid who forced the Xingrong Society to disband three years ago.

And Ling Zijie also looked at this strange guy, and secretly thought, this is the subordinate brought by the new president, and there are really two hits.

He could see the ruthlessness in his hooked eyes, saying that he had a life on him, which Ling Zijie absolutely believed.

After a brief look at each other, the hook nose took the initiative to attack again, and a machete became very flexible in his hand, and he could often find an angle that Ling Zijie was not easy to dodge and slash at him.

The horizontal slash was dodged by Ling Zijie on his back, and he just wanted to take advantage of the situation to slash, but suddenly felt a palpitation.

Bang! Ling Zijie stepped on his lower abdomen and kicked him out, knocking down several old Wang Zai's bonsai along the way, and fell not far away.

Boom! A muffled thunder swept through the gloomy sky, and the thunderstorm poured down without warning, and the sky and the earth were instantly misty.

The sound of the rain drowned out the other sounds around him, and the rain slapped against the hooked nose, and he just crawled not far away, motionless.

Ling Zijie was dripping with rain all over his body, and walked towards the pile of scattered bonsai with the sound of the roaring rain, the hooked nose had not yet gotten up, and Ling Zijie had a heavy hand just now, it was not easy for him to hold on without fainting.

Just as Ling Zijie stretched out his hand to throw him out, the hooked nose suddenly raised his head, and then the machete in his hand swept towards Ling Zijie's arm, if Ling Zijie hadn't quickly stopped and jumped, I am afraid that his right arm would have been cut off.

Ling Zijie, who retreated, looked coldly at the hooked nose on the ground, and was extremely angry in his heart, he didn't expect this guy to be so insidious.

The hooked nose staggered to his feet, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, he stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, as if it was not himself who was hurt.

Then the machete flicked, and pounced on Ling Zijie again, this guy was like a dangerous wolf, he didn't retreat or dodge, even if he would die at the hands of the kid in front of him, he wanted to tear off a piece of flesh and blood from him, like a mad dog.

Ling Zijie felt a chill, this guy's appearance reminded him of the Arab he met in the Middle East a year ago, the same cold-blooded, the same savagery, the same madness.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the heavy rain, Ling Zijie knocked his hooked nose away again and again, but that guy still rushed over again and again as if he couldn't feel the pain around him, and frantically pounced on Ling Zijie.

"Enough!" Ling Zijie shouted, and after dodging the slash sideways, he punched the hooked nose on the head.

Finally, the hooked nose shook and fell down again, passing out.

Ling Zijie exhaled, lowered his head and grabbed the neckline of the hooked nose, carried him out of the small courtyard, and threw him far away in the alley last time, he didn't bother to care if he was dead or alive, and now Xingrong would really arouse his anger.

Turning back to the street, Ling Zijie reached out and hit a car.

The rain was heavy, the vehicles on the road were crowded, and the noisy horns were mixed with the sound of heavy rain, Ling Zijie was upset, and his heart became more and more irritable, and he unconsciously recalled the time when he was on a mission in the Middle East, bloody battles, very dangerous but very happy.

Violence and killing are always the best way to vent, and he needs to vent it now.

The taxi stopped outside the office building of the Xingrong Club, Ling Zijie came in the rain, and tonight was not destined to be a peaceful night for the Xingrong Club.