Xie Zheng is an authentic Nanjingite, he doesn't know if his ancestors were born in Nanjing, but since his grandfather, he has taken root in this place, growing up eating duck blood vermicelli, which one on the street has a better taste, which proprietress is more plump, and which one's youngest daughter is more watery, all in his mind. [Ran^Text^Library] []

He was very content, his father was just a brick-moving and selling coolie worker, and now he lived in a three-bedroom room of 90 square meters, and he had a stable mother-in-law who was not too delicate. How many of today's college students can buy such an apartment in Nanjing on their own? Besides, the underworld can use such a wife who doesn't have bells and whistles, doesn't like to rub mahjong, just boils water and cooks for him every day, and then waits quietly for him to come back. Very happy.

Xie Zheng looked at the wind and rain outside the window, thinking that the ginger tea at home that she must have brewed early, even if he was drenched in the rain, he would guarantee to ward off the cold.

The rain was so heavy that he could see a little further into the distance.

The only thing that made him feel a little troubled was the newly rising gang in Nanjing called the Palace of the God of War. To be honest, Xie Zheng admired that young man a little, what a genius. But one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and now the situation between the two palaces is becoming more and more tense, and I don't know when a big war will break out. And once the fight starts, his small hall at the junction of the two palaces will definitely be greatly impacted.

Ten years younger, Xie Zheng would definitely not be so worried, because at that time he was still full of enthusiasm, believing that since the Hou of Bliss gave him a bite to eat, then he would have to fight for his life. So he deserves to sit in this position today. But now, he is not willing to fight easily, once a person has tasted the taste of stability, it is like taking drugs, and he is very addicted.

"Gentle Township is the Hero's Tomb." Xie Zheng muttered a sentence in a low voice that sounded a bit cultured, and felt quite reasonable.

"Brother Zheng, it's raining too hard this day, it seems that you won't be able to go out for a while, brothers, please go drink together." A voice sounded, and Xie Zheng turned his head to see a familiar and enthusiastic face.

Liu Yang, an ordinary name, an ordinary look, this little guy was brought into the God of War Palace by him, but he was very timid and afraid of things, and he didn't dare to fight with others, but he was still smart and clever. Besides, Nanjing Bliss Palace was already a dominant family at the beginning, where are there many opportunities to fight?

Although Liu Yang is timid and does not look like a black person, many people in the hall like him, because he is not stingy, and he always thinks of his brothers when he has good food and drink.

Xie Zheng looked at Liu Yang and smiled, and waved his hand: "If you don't drink, you will be poured up as soon as you drink, and when the time comes, your sister-in-law will think that I smell of alcohol and won't let me go to bed?" ”

Liu Yang laughed: "Our cousins all know that my sister-in-law is a first-class virtuous, where are you willing not to let the whole bed go?" I'm afraid that I have already cooked ginger tea at home and waited for Brother Zheng to go back. ”

Xie Zheng slapped Liu Yang's head: "You talk a lot, why don't you go away and drink?" ”

"Brother Zheng, if you really don't go, I'll go."

"Go, go, go." Xie Zheng kicked Liu Yang's calf.

Liu Yang deliberately sighed, this was not a heavy kick at all, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

He was about to cry a few times as usual, and then "blackmail" the boss who didn't have a good shelf for a bottle of wine, but suddenly felt the wind cold, and the atmosphere slowly changed.

There was one more person in the room, dressed in tight black, completely drenched in the rain, his hair sticking to his face like aquatic weeds.

His body was dripping, and his chest was slightly heaving.

Liu Yang can see this guy's face, very young.

For this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, Liu Yang's body tensed for no reason, as if he was being targeted by a five-step snake.

Xie Zheng clenched his fists and stared at the man in black tightly: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

The young man was about the first time on a mission, his palms were a little nervous and trembled slightly, he didn't speak, but with a shake of his cuffs, a narrow steel knife fell into his hand.

Xie Zheng's eyes narrowed, and Liu Yang directly ripped open his neck and shouted: "Assassin, there are assassins!" ”

This language is really exactly the same as the shouts of those eunuchs and palace maids in some costume dramas, when martial arts masters break into the palace.

It's just that the loud sound of wind and rain muffled his voice, and the gang members who were already hiding in the warehouse behind the hall and preparing to drink didn't hear the panicked roar.

Xie Zheng's eyes darkened, here he came, sure enough, the war began.

He didn't hesitate, he pounced suddenly, the momentum was still very strong, and the tiger was still mighty. The young assassin reflexively raised his hand, and the blade flashed quickly.

Xie Zheng's left waist was slashed, and blood gushed wildly.

Xie Zheng rolled to the side in pain, grabbed the phone on the table and slammed it into the man in black.

The man in black kicked out, and the phone was shattered.

"Let's go!" Xie Zheng roared angrily, he was yelling at Liu Yang.

Liu Yang was already stunned, he was naturally timid, and he was afraid of blood, seeing the blood gushing out from Xie Zheng's waist, his heart was like numbness, and his feet took root.

Xie Zheng sighed and slammed into the man in black again.

This time, he still didn't make it. This technique may still be a little immature, but the assassin with extremely solid kung fu made him slam his back on the desk with one knee.

There was a loud "bang", and Xie Zheng only felt that his bones were about to break.

"What a great kung fu, is this young man the god of war?" Xie Zheng thought a little dizzy.

The assassin seemed to hesitate, and he hesitated for two seconds before stabbing the knife out of his hand.

Xie Zheng failed to dodge this time and was pierced through the chest.

It is strange that at this moment, he did not stare at this murderer, but looked out the window.

Through the ups and downs, he seems to be able to smell the smell of ginger tea, his mother-in-law, he can't wait to return tonight.

"People are drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed."

"When you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back."

Xie Zheng exhaled his last breath, then thought about this sentence and slowly died. He had enough in his life, but he didn't live enough.

Liu Yang, who was hiding in the corner, watched Xie Zheng die like this, he covered his mouth, and tears poured out irrepressibly.

"I'll kill you!" He didn't know where the courage came from, he suddenly fought, roared hard, raised his trembling arms, and threw himself at the man in black.

The man in black kicked him out, and then coldly dropped a sentence: "The war has begun." ”

Then he disappeared into the wind and rain again and disappeared into the night.

Liu Yang vomited blood, he felt that all his internal organs were broken, but he kept telling himself, don't die, never die.

In a warm room, the woman is housekeeper and frugal, but she still keeps the living room light every night. The "chirping" of a kettle boiling on the gas stove was steaming. She got up and poured water and changed the ginger tea again. Then he touched his stomach with a happy face, and he had good news to tell him today.