Night.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

Let the story go back to where it began.

Chungking Mansion.

When Zeng Jingheng raised his head and looked at the old signboard in the night, there was a sense of unreality that he had just come out of it.

It turns out that I have been in Hong Kong for so many days.

But I haven't felt the pulse of the city yet.

It's just non-stop fighting, fighting, fighting.

"Have a good meal tonight." I don't know if it's talking to myself, Zeng Jingheng said to Li Wei on the side.

"I'll have African food tonight." Ah He's one-eyed shrank slightly, slightly blood-colored eyes, and there was a strange beauty in the dark night.

Jerry stood between the four of them, guarded like a big brother.

In fact, it may be a grade higher than the big brother of the rivers and lakes.

Because of Zeng Jingheng, they changed back to their original outfits, each with a long black trench coat and sunglasses, which looked like a black super agent.

"Let's go." It was Jerry, who spoke last.

The dinner was ordered at a private restaurant in Block D on the ninth floor, served by an African.

Tonight's dish is boiled beef brisket with tripe and sticky rice gnocchi.

Seven.

The agreed time.

Zeng Jingheng and the others walked into this extremely cramped restaurant, the nearly fifty-year-old house was eroded by the torrent of time.

In the middle of the room, three common tables are put together, and the boiled beef brisket with tripe is filled with a pot and placed in the center.

Zeng Jingheng sat down, still sandwiching Jerry in the middle.

The black man who cooked the rice and his family had already been sent somewhere else, or they would almost certainly die if a war broke out.

And it wasn't supposed to be a scene for mortals.

The surrounding rooms were also emptied, and the six first-class players with excellent marksmanship and extraordinary hand-to-hand combat ability who had protected Ni Yongxiao were among them, ready to come to support.

Although, they actually didn't play a big role, but after all, they had fought Darkness head-on, at least their hands didn't tremble.

The doors of the restaurant are wide open.

Directly opposite is the elevator.

In fact, the reason why Chongqing Mansion was chosen as the exchange location also makes sense, because Shen Yi originally brought Zeng Jingheng and them out from here.

Without knowing what the principle of Shen Yi's teleportation ability was, at least getting closer to the place where he had appeared was also to make an insurance for the entire layout.

Although, Zeng Jingheng and they are very reluctant to trigger this insurance.

"Eat." Zeng Jingheng looked at the sticky rice dough in front of him with his back on the dinner plate and said.

There are no knives, forks or chopsticks.

Looks like it's going to take action.

I don't know if it's because of this, everyone just sat and didn't move.

The rich aroma of boiled beef brisket in tripe is rising, and the bulb is the slightly old-fashioned yellowed light bulb.

The lighting is a bit old and blurry.

Everyone's face under the light was a little unclear in the heat.

Seven 05 a.m.

The old elevator, which had been working for forty-two years, was finally slowly opening.

A man in a clown mask slowly walked out of the elevator with Ni Yongxiao.

Alone.

This is also what Zeng Jingheng requested.

This is also a very normal request, after all, the situation is now in the hands of Zeng Jingheng and them, if they don't make some reasonable requests, it will be a waste.

As the elevator doors slowly close, there is a creaky old **.

The clown took Ni Yongxiao into the old-fashioned private restaurant.

"You're late." Zeng Jingheng looked at the watch in his hand and said to the clown.

"There is a traffic jam on the road." I don't know if it's a bad joke.

"Jerry, it's you." Ni Yongxiao seems to be doing well, at least his complexion is very good, and he is still so calm and gentle.

"Sit down and eat." Zeng Jingheng pointed to the empty seat and motioned for the clown to sit down and eat.

And that clown was not stage frightened, and directly took Ni Yongxiao to sit down.

Zeng Jingheng guessed that he must be the one who detonated the entire Xingye Building.

The current situation has become, with the pot of tripe boiled brisket as the boundary, separated, confrontation.

It's just that the number of people is huge, and the situation is on the verge of breaking out.

"I didn't think it would be you." Brother Xiao, he pushed his glasses, looked at Jerry, who was sitting opposite him, and said, with the helplessness of his parents to look at the juniors.

"Actually, I didn't think about it before." Jerry also pushed his glasses, and the action was almost carved out of the same mold as Ni Yongxiao.

"Did Yuping make you feel the pressure?" Ni Yongxiao still smiled helplessly, it was a kind of real helplessness, without a little blame, even if he knew that Jerry was the agitator of the recent bloody storm, he still chose not to blame him as always.

Actually, he must have treated Jerry as a relative.

"A little, but not all, although at first, I had some trepidation and some radical thoughts, but in the end I didn't do anything, because I knew you didn't want me to do that." Jerry laughed too, "You see, I used to really listen to you, for fear of disobeying you. ”

"Actually, Yuping, he really doesn't care, he's not a person like us, he's not born to be in the dark." Ni Yongxiao shook his head, "You have always been my favorite successor." ”

"Because of my dad?" Jerry suddenly smiled even more.

Ni Yongxiao's smile froze, he was silent for a while, sighed and said, "There is a part, you are the last spark left by Amike, and I have always regarded you as a son." ”

"I've always treated you like a father, too." Jerry replied.

Silent.

There was a long silence.

For a long time, Zeng Jingheng and the others inexplicably became supporting roles.

The boiled beef brisket in the tripe is already a little cold.

"Ability determines ideas." Jerry suddenly said, "When I realized that I already had a strength far beyond the average person, I knew that I shouldn't continue to be a good baby, and I didn't want to." Actually, I just want you to recognize me, I don't want to see you use that kind of me all the time to do anything that is understandable, just because my dad died for you, I want you to recognize me, I am a, really, worthy of your recognition. ”

"I didn't think about that." Ni Yongxiao's face became softer and softer, faintly ashamed, like a father who failed to educate his family.

"But, now, I've done so much, and you still look at me like that." Jerry was disappointed.

"I'm disappointed."

Very.

Disappointed.

When the word disappointment landed, Jerry rose to his feet in vain, and a strong aura of darkness erupted all over his body.

The battle broke out.

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