Chapter 1817: Let's Withdraw First

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The entire Yanjing City is boiling, in a strange state, but the core of the event that caused this boiling, or exacerbated this boiling, should be in the core of the boiling - the Blue Star Hotel, is surprisingly calm.

The three monks of Shaolin were killed in the Blue Star Hotel, and there was such a movement, the entire floor of the Blue Star Hotel, the walls collapsed extremely strictly, and even, there were several innocent guests, who were seriously injured, such an incident should have been reported by the news media and directly made headlines, but this incident did not have any rumors.

It's as if no one knows about it.

All the sense of smell, the nose is the most sensitive, a little wind and grass, can not escape their eyes, even those celebrities and big names go to the toilet several times a day, eat a few dishes for dinner can be found clearly, the first time to know the media, it seems that all of a sudden blind, deaf ears, nose is also stuffed.

And the employees of the Blue Star Hotel also seemed to be completely unaware of this matter, and none of the people in charge and the boss of the Blue Star Hotel stood up and asked for an explanation.

The whole thing was as if it hadn't happened at all.

But when it really reaches a certain level, people who know and understand this matter know that this thing has happened, that is, it has happened, and it is absolutely impossible to really treat it as no trace. It's like it didn't happen.

Everyone knows those monks. It's from the Shaolin Temple, everyone knows it. their identity.

They may have chosen to remain silent for some unknown reason, but how can they really act as if nothing happened?

The silence at the moment, more, may just be for the sake of an outburst later.

Long Xiaotian, as the person who knew this incident best, was naturally very aware of this.

But this is no longer the scope of what he can control, he can control the development of the situation in Yanjing City, which can make the media in the entire Yanjing City dumb and make all the scenes. There are also the owners of the Blue Star Hotel who shut their mouths and let the police in Yanjing City do nothing happen, but they can't control the thoughts and decisions of Shaolin, a thousand-year-old faction.

He knew that the object of Shaolin's future outbreak would not only be Xiao Yi, the culprit, but also the Long family, who chose to stand behind Xiao Yi and silently support him, would also be one of the targets they included.

In the funeral parlor in Yanjing City. When I saw Shaolin Zhiyi, I saw his bloodshot eyes, and I turned a blind eye to his arrival. Long Xiaotian was very sure.

He didn't say anything more to Zhiyi, trying to ease or save something. Because he knows that it is not necessary.

He just silently bowed to the coffins of the three Shaolin monks. Then he said to the haggard and grief-stricken Zhiyi, "Master, take care." And he left.

At the time of leaving the funeral home. His mood is a little complicated, and in this complicated feeling, there is a faint loss, sigh, and a trace of sadness that he rarely has, but he has no regrets.

In his dictionary of life, there is no such thing as regret, because from many years ago, he knew that regret is the most unnecessary, stupid, and superfluous emotion of human beings, and when an event, since it has happened, it has become an established objective fact, and it will not be transferred by any human will!

In such a situation, there is only one direction to think about, and that is how to face what has happened and solve the problem that needs to be solved!

Therefore, even if he may face the revenge and grudge of that millennium faction, he still will not regret it.

He's just a little sentimental.

Lying there, there is a high-level master, and there are two masters who are only separated from the high-level by a line, they were still alive and well a few days ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were separated forever.

No matter how high the master is, in fact, he is just a person, an ordinary person, no matter how strong your strength is, in the end, there will be a day when your soul will return to dust.

This is the insignificance of human beings, the sorrow of human beings!

Human beings, after all, are still just a speck of dust in the long river of these years, and time is just the basis for proving the existence of zài.

Thinking of these, Long Xiaotian thought of the old man at home again, the old man he used to admire incomparably, he could only look up, and he still worshipped, he could only look up, thinking about his increasingly weak appearance recently, looking up at the endless sky above his head, his fists clenched slightly, and there was a trace of weakness and powerlessness in his powerful heart.

"Drop!"

The piercing voice broke Long Xiaotian's mood.

Long Xiaotian took a deep breath, put away the rare weakness in his heart, and the expression on his face regained calm.

Looking down at the communicator in hand, Long Xiaotian's eyes revealed a trace of coldness, and his fingertips began to move slowly, "Start executing the established plan!" ”

Now, this is not the time to be sad.

There are more important things to do, waiting for him to do!

Pressing the green send button, Long Xiaotian looked up at the starry sky in the distance again, and in his eyes, he had already regained his usual coldness, and even, more coldness and solemnity.

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"Smack!"

In a villa on the outskirts of Yanjing City, a handsome young man smashed a table again.

This is the first table he has smashed in the past two days.

The young man sat on the sofa opposite, raised his head and glanced at the other side, and smashed the table in anger, but he was still still not relieved, his face was pale, and the handsome young man who gritted his teeth was silent for a while, and then lowered his head again.

The moment he lowered his head, his fists clenched slightly, and his face became extremely gloomy.

"Rubbish!"

"Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! ”

The whole living room echoed the roar of a handsome young man like a wounded beast.

The young man never said a word, just looked at Yiqiē in front of him silently, and the look on his face became more and more ugly.

He understands the mood of the handsome young man at the moment, and his mood at the moment is no different from that of the handsome young man, what the handsome young man scolds is exactly what he wants to scold, but he does not scold, but in his heart, he scolds.

It's been two days, and his subordinates haven't even found the slightest trace of that person, and it's not a waste.

Is Yanjing City that big?

Is it so hard to find someone who is injured?

This was what he was most angry about, and his main purpose was to find the young man and kill him!

As long as this goal is achieved, no matter what the price is paid, it will not hesitate!

But the reason why the handsome young man was more angry than him, roaring out again and again, was because of his anger, in addition to this, there was another point, the arrangements he had worked so hard in Yanjing City before were all dug up and destroyed by people, and the biggest 'thunders' that had been buried with great effort were all pulled out by people.

These painstaking efforts were all done at a great cost to him, and among them, many of them were not only something he could do with his efforts, but also many of them were done at great cost to the organization.

Some of them have even been planted decades ago.

These shadows were originally meant to be used in more important ways and play a more important role at more critical moments.

But now it's all gone.

How could he not be angry?

However, anger, which can be vented, is only his feelings, and it does not play any role in the incident.

No matter how much he roared and smashed one table after another, his subordinates still couldn't deliver the news he wanted.

There are no shadows that can stop him, and they are pulled out one by one.

"Let's withdraw."

After a long time, the young man raised his head and slowly looked at the handsome young man who was already a little tired.

"Let's go?"

The handsome young man seemed to have heard something incredible, and raised his head, looking at the young man with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Yes, we have to go."

The young man sighed softly.

As he spoke, his hands were clenched into fists tightly, he knew the unwillingness of the handsome young man, and he was equally unwilling.

But he knew that no matter how unwilling he was, it was meaningless.

At this moment, they are basically sure to fail, no matter how unwilling they are, they can only endure it for the time being, waiting for the outbreak one day in the future.

In Yanjing City, their previous painstaking management has been completely abolished.

The ancient and powerful family that has always been entrenched in Yanjing City, in this operation, completely abolished many of their previous arrangements, and may appear in front of them at any time.

At that moment, it will be even more troublesome for them, and I am afraid that it will not be so easy to leave.

Walk......

Yes, it's leaving.

It's just that...... Where to go?

The handsome young man looked at the young man opposite, and let out a muttered self-mutter, as if he had lost his soul in an instant.

He came to the city with great ambition and the will of the organization, thinking that he would be able to carry it out smoothly, and then return to the organization like a homesick man to receive the organization's commendation.

He never imagined that one day, he would leave so gloomily, let alone so soon.

When he returned, what greeted him?

The flowers and applause that I dreamed of before are definitely gone, and the original brilliant future is definitely gone.

In other words, a big slap in the face of anger? Or is it their cold words in the organization? Or is it a bleak future? Could it even be...... The harshest ...... The punishment of death? (To be continued......)