The sky was overcast, making people feel a little dull, the whole sky was obscured by dark clouds, and a trace of cool wind drifted past everyone, bringing a trace of cold. Just when everyone was guessing how much rain it would rain, a series of drizzles fell from the sky in an instant.

Let the rain hit you, and even look up at the cloudy sky, enjoying the pleasure of the rain. The blood that had splashed on Shen's body before disappeared with the rain one by one. Yang Fan even stretched out his hands to accept the rain falling from the air, and let it drip down his hand to the ground little by little. After the rain washed away, I felt that my soul was much purer. But in fact, the blood-stained hands can no longer be washed in this rain, even if they can never get rid of this reality.

Yang Fan and the two prison guards behind them stood in the heavy rain like this, Yang Fan and the three of them were enjoying the pleasure of the heavy rain, while the two prison guards were quite helpless, even if they complained, they didn't dare to provoke the three of them, otherwise I am afraid they would not be able to eat and walk around!

Standing in the heavy rain, Yang Fan finally felt a little relieved, since entering this first prison, he has been worried about guarding all the time, in order to survive, he is desperately torturing himself, and he is surrounded to make himself have more powerful strength. He clearly knows that only with great strength in this world can he protect his family and friends from harm, and that torturing himself is to torture others for the better future.

Prison is a melting pot where you can get in touch with all the evil in the world, murderers, robbers, rapists, you name it. Here, in order to survive, you can only intrigue and only do everything you can to keep yourself alive, because only by living can you have a tomorrow and a future.

Just as everyone was enjoying this rare tranquility, a chaotic footsteps sounded, and four or five people ran out from the direction of the infirmary, led by Mengzi's subordinate Xiao Liu. When everyone saw this scene, they had a premonition that something bad was about to happen, otherwise they wouldn't have run out in such a hurry.

"Brother Fan, the old man can't do it, he wants to see you." Xiao Liu ran straight to Yang Fan's side and said breathlessly.

Hearing this, Yang Fan's face showed a trace of uneasiness, and he glanced at Xiao Pojun next to him, and then the two immediately ran in the direction of the infirmary, and Li San and the others immediately followed. Yang Fan and Xiao Pojun were like a gust of wind, and they ran forward quickly.

The two of them guessed that this was the result at the moment of the accident, but maybe it was because Huang Hexin didn't die, and now that he really came, he couldn't help but show a trace of panic.

The two of them came directly to the infirmary like this, and Murong Jue glanced at Yang Fan helplessly, which obviously meant to tell Yang Fan that he had tried his best, but there was no way. Yang Fan glanced at Murong Jue and didn't say anything, but went straight to the old man's side and looked at Hu Haiming nervously.

Hu Haiming showed a smile of relief on his face after seeing this Yang Fan coming, his skinny hand held Yang Fan's hands tightly, looked at Yang Fan with all his strength and said: "It's good that you're here, I've had a lot of fun since I met you." I'm a half-cut person who can still talk with each other, which I never thought of before. ”

After a pause, Hu Haiming continued: "I feel that you are like my grandson, let me experience what is called family happiness, I feel that I am not living in this world in vain, I feel warm and happy." ”

When he said this, Hu Haiming didn't know where the strength came from, so he pointed to Murong Jue on the side and asked him to come over, and then he actually lifted his clothes, not knowing what he was going to do.

After Murong Jue and this Xiao Pojun saw this scene, they immediately walked towards Hu Haiming.

"Uncle, is there something wrong?" Murong Jue looked at Hu Haiming and asked.

Although he knew that Hu Haiming was a big drug lord, and he hated this kind of drug trafficker very much, but people are good at what they say, so why should they care about this now? Now in front of him is just an old man who is about to die.

"Tear apart the thread of this scar of mine!" Hu Haiming said with all his strength.

Only then did the three of them find out that the scar on the old man's body had not been removed, and at a glance, they knew that the thread was not sewn by the doctor at all, it was disorganized, and it was very likely that Hu Haiming made it himself. What is hidden beneath this scar?

Murong Jue knew that the stakes were very high, so he immediately closed the door of the room, and asked Li San and Xiao Liu and others to guard outside. At this time, Murong Jue picked up the tools and began to remove the stitches.

And Yang Fan kept looking at Hu Haiming, looking at this face that was already full of wrinkles, he saw the shadow of his grandfather on his face, so kind and so tolerant.

"Child, people always have to die, what's so sad about this, it's already my blessing to meet you." Hu Haiming was already laughing as he spoke, this was indeed his blessing.

Murong Jue deserved to be Murong Jue, and quickly dismantled the thread, and after opening it, what caught their eyes was a film bag, which seemed to contain something. Maybe it was because it had been too long and the film bag and the meat had already stuck together, but this was not difficult for Murong Jue, a god-man.

He cut the bag with a scalpel and quickly took out the contents of a folded piece of paper. "What the hell is this?" When they saw this piece of paper, Murong Jue and Xiao Pojun couldn't help but wonder, why did this Hu Haiming put a piece of paper in his flesh so much?

Murong Jue handed the paper to Hu Haiming's hand, and Hu Haiming showed a trace of sadness when he saw this paper appear in front of his eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something. The two guessed correctly, but he put this piece of paper in it himself, and he also put it in when he knew that he could not escape the pursuit of the Chinese police.

Hu Haiming opened him slowly, and when Murong Jue saw this paper, he was stunned, this is a promissory note from a Swiss bank, but those who can have a promissory note can exchange it in any bank in the world, and these banks only recognize promissory notes and not people. The person who can issue a promissory note has at least tens of millions of assets in a Swiss bank, which means that this promissory note represents tens of millions of dollars. I'm afraid this is Hu Haiming's life savings, right?

It has always been a mystery why Hu Haiming gave up the luxurious life in the Golden Triangle and returned to China, but Yang Fan clearly knew through the chat with Hu Haiming that it was because there was a conflict within their group. Because of the uneven distribution of interests, it led to vendetta, and this Hu Haiming was the ultimate beneficiary of this open and secret fight, and he was left with only one of the last five or six partners, which was inevitably a little sad. In the end, he returned to China with this promissory note, and the business of the Golden Triangle was handed over to one of his most trusted subordinates, and since then he has disappeared without a trace.

Hu Haiming, who returned to China, had no relatives, and Hu Haiming, who originally wanted to find his relatives, searched for no result, but was unexpectedly discovered by the Chinese criminal police and finally imprisoned, and lived in prison for more than 30 years.

"Xiaofan, if you can, find my relatives for me, I believe they are still alive." Hu Haiming handed the ticket into Yang Fan's hands, and told Yang Fan from time to time.

"In Switzerland," however, Hu Haiming's words had already fallen before he could finish them.

What in Switzerland? Could it be that this Hu Haiming still has something left in Switzerland? Murong Jue and Xiao Pojun glanced at Hu Haiming helplessly, but they didn't expect to leave before they finished speaking, leaving behind a trace of regret.

This Hu Haiming also regretted that he didn't finish what he wanted to say, and went away with regret.

Yang Fan held the old man's hand stiffly, his face was pale, and Xiao Pojun and Murong Jue, who were standing beside him, obviously felt a sad mood spreading. Yang Fan didn't shed that tears, because there were no more tears, and silently looked at the old man who hadn't finished speaking.

Yang Fan leaned over and whispered in the old man's ear: "Uncle I know what I want to tell me, I will definitely go back to Switzerland, and your niece, I will definitely do my best to find it, you can go with peace of mind." ”

The two knew that what Yang Fan needed at this time was quiet, so the two of them opened the door and went out, and after glancing at Yang Fan, they gently closed the door

After a while, Yang Fan opened the door and invited everyone in.

"Murong, help the old man find a good cemetery!" Yang Fan lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, it was so melancholy and so sad.

"Eun, no problem!" This was just a trivial matter for Murong Jue, and it didn't take long for him to deal with it.

After a while, someone carried the old man's body away, and Yang Fan stared at the old man's corpse, a trace of sadness flashed on his face. The two people on the side patted him on the shoulder, it was a brother who didn't need to say anything, a comfort was enough. All of a sudden, there were only three people left in the room, none of them spoke, and the room was unusually quiet.

Yang Fan handed over the previous promissory note to Murong Jue, it was impossible for him to take it with him, if he lost it, it would be over.

Murong Jue took the promissory note and looked at it, this mouth could stuff an egg the most, and Xiao Pojun, who was watching it, couldn't help but tilt his head over and look at it, and both of them were shocked all of a sudden. Murong Jue was a little mentally prepared before, but this Xiao Pojun was not prepared at all, looking at the series of zeros on this promissory note, his heart seemed to be about to jump out.

"Twenty million? Or dollars? The two looked at Yang Fan in horror, because this was too much, and it was enough to bury them in exchange for money!

"You take it first, and hand it over to the broken army after it goes out, and our plan can be implemented." Yang Fan said expressionlessly.

When talking about the plan, Murong Jue and Xiao Pojun's faces froze, Yang Fan was really angry, and the real show was about to start now