Peng Qingzhan is sixty-seven years old this year, but he looks only in his fifties, with black hair and bright eyes.

Ten years ago, Peng Qingzhan announced that he would wash his hands and withdraw from the rivers and lakes. For those who have been on the road for many years, washing hands is actually a joke. Anyone who has been mixed up on the road will offend many people more or less, and once they quit that circle, they will either go away and go incognito, otherwise they will not end well.

However, more than ten years have passed, Peng Qingzhan is still alive and well, that is because he did not completely withdraw from the rivers and lakes, because he was the seventh in the group of brothers who swore to him back then, so most of the people on the road now call him Uncle Seven, and even now many young people have to call him Uncle Seven.

As the killer said, Peng Qingzhan now has a high prestige and status on Binhai City, even if the current leaders of the Qinggang, Hongmen, and Hutou Gang in Binhai City all call him Seventh Uncle, and many people even followed Seventh Uncle to eat back then.

Uncle Seven's withdrawal from the rivers and lakes can only be regarded as a half-retreat, so he is still alive and well so far, if he puts all the power in his hands, I am afraid that he will already die without a body.

Of course, Peng Qingzhan can survive to this day, in addition to the network power accumulated over the years, what is more important is his personal strength. He was born in Shaolin and was a disciple of a master in the inner gate of Shaolin.

At this moment, Peng Qingzhan was talking to someone on the phone, but the demeanor and tone of the seventh uncle, who was usually high-minded, were very cautious today, and could even be said to be respectful.

"Young Master Ming, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly for you, and there will definitely be no mistakes." Peng Qingzhan assured the person on the phone. Then he answered a few times resignedly, seemed to have been promised some benefits from the other party, and finally thanked him again and again, and hung up the phone with a smile.

After talking on the phone, Peng Qingzhan seemed to be in a good mood, still with a thick smile on his face, he walked to the indoor bar, took out the bottle of good wine that he hadn't been willing to drink for several months, poured a glass, and tasted it slowly.

Suddenly, Peng Qingzhan suddenly had a warning sign in the depths of his heart, and suddenly turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw a figure enter the living room like a ghost, and under the light, the two looked at each other with a look of surprise at the same time.

The person who broke into Peng Qingzhan's room was Zhao Zilong, and the reason why he was surprised was because he was very confident in his skills, but as soon as he entered this room, the other party sensed his approach, which showed that the other party was also a real master.

As for Peng Qingzhan's reason for being surprised, half of them were the same as Zhao Zilong, he was also surprised that Zhao Zilong was able to hide the ability shown by the guards in the villa to sneak directly into his room quietly, and at the same time, he was even more surprised by the face he saw.

Isn't the person in front of you with this face the kid in the photo who needs to solve it himself?

Being able to live to this day, Peng Qingzhan is naturally a smart person, took a deep breath, looked at the young man at the door and said, "You killed the black spirit?" ”

Zhao Zilong knew that the black spirit was the code name of the killer, and nodded with a smile: "If I can appear here alive, it proves that the person you sent to kill me is dead, and the dignified seventh uncle will also ask such an uneducated question, which makes me a little disappointed." ”

Peng Qingzhan laughed, although he was shocked in his heart, he still remained relatively calm. Hei Ling is a good killer, but Peng Qingzhan doesn't think that there is no one to kill Hei Ling in this world, so Hei Ling's death didn't cause too much surprise to him, he just didn't expect that the person to be solved this time would have such a ability.

"You can find here, you must have some ability, but I underestimated you." Peng Qingzhan said.

Zhao Zilong has been staring at Peng Qingzhan, he is not a god, although he quietly infiltrated this mountain villa, and faced Peng Qingzhan, he will not underestimate the power of any opponent, so he has been watching the other party since he appeared here, this old man can find himself as soon as he enters the room, it is not simple.

Although he didn't hide his tracks too deliberately, it was still not easy for the other party to find out.

"Aren't you going to tell me the main messenger behind the scenes?" Zhao Zilong walked directly to the sofa and sat down, took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it by himself.

Peng Qingzhan's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he found that he couldn't see through this young man, according to the information, although this young man had a bit of a background, but that was seven years ago, as early as seven years ago, this young man was kicked out of the big family in the capital, and he had nothing to do with that family, and it was because of this that he dared to take over this business.

Of course, Peng Qingzhan, who was born in the underworld, is also confident that he can solve the little young master from the big family unknowingly, and he will not be too involved in himself, but the risk he needs to take is too great, and people of his age are not willing to take too many risks.

But in the end, he seemed to have made the wrong choice and took on a task that he shouldn't have accepted.

"There are rules on the road, and I can't tell you who wants your life." Peng Qingzhan stared at Zhao Zilong and said. In fact, he has been procrastinating for time, wanting to wait for those masters around him to arrive.

Zhao Zilong didn't seem to care about the other party's delay, or he didn't see that the other party was playing delaying tactics at all, he smoked a cigarette by himself, and then looked up at Peng Qingzhan, his eyes narrowed, and he said word by word: "So, I can only think that you are asking for my life." ”

"You can think so." Peng Qingzhan said. He would not betray the information he knew until he had utter despair, because if he did, he believed that he would die a terrible death.

"In this case, there is no need to bother with any more words, kill you, I believe that I can always get some clues from your mobile phone." Zhao Zilong said, stood up, and walked towards Peng Qingzhan.

When Zhao Zilong stood up, Peng Qingzhan's heart sank, and his seemingly old and withered body suddenly exuded a domineering momentum, staring at Zhao Zilong deadly.

However, Zhao Zilong didn't seem to be taken by the strong aura emanating from his body at all, and still walked towards him calmly.

Peng Qingzhan's pupils contracted again, not because he was conceited, but because he had been in the underworld for many years, and the murderous aura that he had cultivated was enough to be terrifying, not to mention that he was still a descendant of Shaolin, and his cultivation was good, and the aura that erupted at this moment was strong enough, and it was impossible for Zhao Zilong not to sense it.

However, Zhao Zilong seemed to walk towards him unconsciously, and what made Peng Qingzhan jealous the most was that this guy looked so ordinary, so casual and casual.

Or, this guy is a master of arrogance. Or, it's a stupid-b.

Peng Qingzhan thought that Zhao Zilong was the former, so he didn't dare to underestimate him, and when Zhao Zilong was less than three meters away from him, the seventh uncle of the black and white of the mighty Binhai City finally moved, and his not too tall body suddenly pressed sideways towards Zhao Zilong, and a pair of meat claws went straight to Zhao Zilong's throat and chest and abdomen at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing Peng Qingzhan's move, a look of surprise flashed in Zhao Zilong's eyes, but the smile on his face became very cold, he didn't dodge, but directly smashed into the opponent's claws.

National art, if you don't make a move, it's enough, once you shoot, it's a killer move!

That was the first thing the man said when he taught him.

Zhao Zilong's move is very simple, simply, he will kill, and against Peng Qingzhan's golden steel claw skill, he uses the simplest fist.

Break the trick with your strength!

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how exquisite the moves are, they can only be regarded as fists and embroidered legs.

"Bang!"

The fists and claws intersected, slamming together.

Peng Qingzhan's face changed drastically, his face showed an extremely painful look, his whole body fell backwards again and again, his left hand tightly pinched his right wrist, looked at Zhao Zilong in disbelief, and exclaimed, "What...... How can it be? ”