A day later.

H City, upstairs from Bruce, Hong Tao has been living here since he was released from prison, the office has been briefly modified, inside is a bedroom, a bed, some simple wardrobes, there is no home at all, more like a hotel.

Hong Tao trembled, his face was pale, his whole body was sweating, he was curled up on the bed, his body temperature was terrifying, no matter how many quilts he covered, his body was the same cold.

In the distance, on the table, there are two photographs of various sizes in color. The room was dark, and there were four candles burning crackling next to the photo, and by the faint light, it could be seen that one was Hong Xin and the other was Zigang.

Hong Tao's eyes stared blankly at the photo, and in the faint light, the two of them smiled brightly, but Hong Tao's body was even colder

Outside the Bruce Gate.

"Squeak!!"

A Range Rover, parked at the door.

"Bang dang!"

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a trench coat and a scarf around his neck came out. His temples were white, his cheeks were covered with vicissitudes and dust, and he looked up without any expression. His eyes stayed on the plaque, staring at it for a long time, and then he bowed his head and led the two of them into Bruce.

In the hall, singing and dancing were leveling, the music was noisy, and the middle-aged man walked upstairs without saying a word.

In the corridor upstairs, the smell of smoke was permeating, and six or seven people were standing at the door of Hong Tao's office, all talking with serious faces.

"Stomp, stomp!"

The middle-aged man strode long, looked down at the ground, stood in the corridor and turned around. The other two continued to walk forward, everyone listened to the footsteps, turned around quickly, and just wanted to ask, they saw two strong men, and they were suddenly stunned.

"Brother Yuan Yuan! Brother Ball!! One of the older men, looking at the two men in disbelief, stumbled and spoke. Then as if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the back of the middle-aged man in the distance, and his body suddenly froze.

"It's okay to be stuck here, let's go!!" The middle-aged man called Brother Qiu, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, is one meter 7 tall, and has very high cheekbones, not like a northerner.

"Tao!"

"Let's go, I have something to call you!" Before the man could speak again, the fat man named Brother Yuan interrupted him again and waved his hand impatiently.

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, and felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and they didn't dare to speak. The man paused, smiled and said, "Let's sit in the lounge next to us for a while, and you can say hello if you have something!" ”

"Hmm!" Brother Yuan tapped the lion-like head and snorted, indicating that he heard it.

Everyone walked into the lounge next to them step by step, and Brother Qiu pushed open the door of the office and stood at the door without moving. The middle-aged man turned around, didn't say a word, walked to the door, and went directly into Hong Tao's office, and then Brother Qiu slammed and dragged the door shut.

After the middle-aged man entered the room, he glanced around the office, slowly took off his coat, hung it on the wall, and then pushed open the door of Hong Tao's bedroom and walked in.

The room was still dark, and the middle-aged man instinctively twisted his head to the candle that emitted a faint light. When the eyes saw the two photos on the desktop, the lungs seemed to lose power in an instant!

"Bang Bang !!"

The middle-aged man leaned against the door with a bang, sweat beads were falling on his forehead, and the boss with his mouth open was pumping air into his lungs, but his brain was still dizzy, and his breathing suddenly became short!

"Bang!!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his wrinkled palm, quickly touched his trouser pocket, and took out a small medicine bottle with a shudder, his body slid and sat on the ground. Unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two white pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and then swallowed them with a mouthful of saliva.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, and after three or four minutes, his chest slowly calmed down, and he stood up with his palms on the ground and gritted his teeth. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt expressionlessly, walked to Hong Tao's side, and asked with a trembling muscle: "Weishenme won't call me?" ”

“！” Hong Tao looked at the photo in a daze, his whole body trembling, as if he hadn't seen middle age at all.

"Peng!!" The middle-aged man stared at Hong Tao, paused for a second, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Hong Tao's hair roughly, and pulled it down.

"Poof!!"

Hong Tao's head hit the ground first, and his whole body rolled off the bed.

"Whew!!"

The middle-aged man took out the belt around his waist in an instant, folded it in his hand, the belt clamp was facing down, without saying a word, he raised the belt and pumped it at Hong Tao's head!!

"Smack!! Click!! ”

The belt was pumped extremely Hong Tao's head!! The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his neck was bruised, and he asked again: "Say, weishenme won't call me!! ”

"Smack!!

The belt fell down fiercely again, and the clip scraped on Hong Tao's head, and suddenly a triangular hole was made, and blood flowed down!!

"Hong Tao!! How many more people are you going to kill?? ”

"Bang Bang !!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and the belt was pulled off like a storm. Hong Tao didn't block it at all, lying on the ground, like a walking corpse, motionless!!

"I'm fifty! How many more years can you live?! When will you grow up!! When will you be able to do something that satisfies me!! The middle-aged man roared with tears on his face, and the belt became more and more ruthless. Hong Tao's head was covered with blood, his face was full of mouths, his ears had been pumped open, and blood splattered on the carpet, which was extremely infiltrating.

"Get up!! Kneel!! The middle-aged man gasped and shouted at Hong Tao.

Hong Tao's brain was dizzy, he shook his head vigorously, held on to the ground, slowly knelt on the ground, pursed his lips, looked up at the middle-aged man, turned his head, shed tears, and said hoarsely: "Dad, I was wrong!" ”

The middle-aged man listened to this Dad, looked at Hong Tao, whose face was covered with blood and could no longer see his face clearly, raised his belt arm, trembled, held it for a long time, and fell with a snap, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"There is no one of my contemporaries who lives as hard as me, and I have the responsibility to be a parent!! The middle-aged man took a few steps back, sat on the bed with a puff, buried his cheek in the palm of his hand, and said in a lost voice.

The room was silent again, and in the distance, Hong Xin and Zigang, smiling at the photo, quietly looked at the father and son, and the smile didn't seem so bright