Late at night, the town is so quiet, the late autumn weather can not have the summer insects, occasionally a few dog barks even if it adds a few notes of spice in this tranquility, although a little noisy but also not lose the charm.

In a humble hut deep in the town, the five little scavengers were sleeping in each other's arms during the day. This hut is the home of the bamboo pole, and now it is also the home of the other four people, since the grandfather and father of the bamboo pole passed away one after another, this hut of less than 15 square meters is the only property they left to the bamboo pole, there is no water and electricity here and it is in disrepair, even if it is said that it is simple and it is really far-fetched, even if others discard the house that they don't want is probably much stronger than here.

Having said that, there is still a nostalgia for this home in everyone's heart, there are no luxurious living conditions here, but there is enough warmth and tranquility, no matter how tired everyone is working outside for a day, as long as they return here, their hearts will be extremely solid, and the mood will be rare and relaxed.

After a busy day, everyone slept soundly, and suddenly a dazzling car light in the distance shè entered the house, and the second dog turned over and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was in a dream, and fell asleep again. It's not a small town that doesn't have too many cars running the streets during the day, let alone at night. But one person was not surprised, but turned over and walked out into the cold outdoors as if he had been prepared.

This man had just walked out of the alley, and at the entrance of the alley, a black sè car was parked there, and why was this man sure that the car was black sè at such a late night, because he was so familiar with this car that it was ten times more familiar than anything he carried.

The headlights of the car turned on again, and under the illumination of the lights, the man frowned slightly, and covered his forehead with his hand to block the bright light, but from the man's well-defined face, he still recognized at a glance that he was the boss who could speak well during the day and could make the stubborn stone nod.

The boss slowly walked to the front of the car, and the door opened, and an old man wearing a black suit and glasses came out of it. The boss waved to the old man, motioning for him to go back to the car, then walked to the other side of the car and pulled the door and sat in. The lights went out, and in addition to the dark shadow of the car, the town's qiē also returned to its original state.

"Uncle Hong, you're late." The boss's voice sounded in the car, and a small point of light flickered to prove that the boss was smoking, and the faint tone also said that the boss was different from the mature age of the person.

"I'm sorry young master, I encountered a little trouble on the way, so I was delayed." The old man explained.

Master? Is this talking about the boss?

A boss who is still squatting on the side of the road during the day and a group of small scavengers are messing around together, how can he become a young master in just a while, or this old man named Uncle Hong recognized the wrong person and found the wrong door, mistakenly thinking that this powerless and powerless scavenger is the young master of their family, but it is not difficult to see from Uncle Hong's bright eyes that this kind of mistake will definitely not be made by this kind of person.

That's why, does the boss have another identity, a prominent identity, at least an identity that can make this old man with a high-end car respectfully call himself a young master.

"Hmm." The boss was still smoking slowly, noncommittal to the old man's explanation, or not listening to it at all.

"Young master, you have changed." Uncle Hong turned his head to look at the boss, but he turned his head back again, and his tone was a little sad.

"Mature, isn't it?" The eldest had already smoked one cigarette, which might have been the limit for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, but he somewhere took out another cigarette and lit it and smoked it.

Uncle Hong nodded, but he didn't know if the boss could see this action in the dark. "It's mature, but it's also become a little unkind." The tone was clearly regretful.

"Hehe, Uncle Hong, I just learned to think calmly, and I am by no means unkind, because I know that you will definitely tell me about the things on the road in a while, so there is no real difference between asking and not asking." It's rare that the boss actually smiled, although it was only a faint smile, but it was indeed very rare for a cool person like him.

"Young master, you have indeed grown up." Uncle Hong's tone was still the same as just now, but he seemed to be more relieved when he tasted it carefully.

"It's not surprising that people grow up." The boss also pinched out the cigarette in his hand, and his tone was so emotionless that it was impossible to tell that the words came from the mouth of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.

Bohemian and arrogant, there may be a little bit of arrogance, but lively and cheerful, innocent but completely unrelated to the boss in front of him, the boss is definitely the kind of young and old, will not lose big because of small people, the steady energy on his body is probably incomparable even to people in their thirties.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and the two of them hadn't been able to speak for five minutes, and in the end, Uncle Hong couldn't help but open his mouth first.

"On the way, I was attacked by dark forces, and the battle was not very tragic but very dangerous." Uncle Hong didn't panic when he said this, although he said that the battle situation was very dangerous, but this danger was in his mouth as if he was talking about someone else, and it had nothing to do with him as a party.

"How many?" The boss has no emotional fluctuations, but thinks that this matter is not a big deal like Uncle Hong, and even has a sense of righteousness.

"There are not many people, but they are very powerful." Uncle Hong took out a white handkerchief as he spoke, took off his eyes and wiped it gently.

"Oh, what do you say." The boss is a little confused, if Uncle Hong can say the word powerful, it must be extraordinary.

"There are five people in total, and they are all the White Tiger Legion, those desperate guys of the Iron Guard." Uncle Hong put his glasses back on, in fact, Uncle Hong's small action is something he will do every time before making a big decision, which shows that he is thinking about a very important thing at this moment.

"Predator!" The boss also trembled in his heart, he knew what the concept of the iron-blooded guards of the dark forces was, although there were only five people, they were far more threatening than the fifty ordinary dark forces martial artists, and it was much more difficult to deal with.

It's not an exaggeration to say that they are deadly guys, as long as there is still a breath in them will not stop until they reach their goal, that crazy attack and completely disregard for their own style of play, it really makes people wonder what is the difference between them and the walking dead, I still remember that when I was thirteen years old, I once faced a warrior of the Predator Guard, and that time I cried, not because of fear but because of emotion, that kind of lifeless fighting style is something I can't imagine in my life.

Obviously, the warrior's limbs were all gone, and he was just lying on the ground and breathing, but when he stepped forward to check, he bit his hand fiercely, and finally killed the warrior with one punch to save one of his hands.

Thinking of this, he touched the deep tooth mark on his left hand, remembering that the last look of the Iron Blood Guard warrior when he was dying was as fierce as a wolf, his eyes stared ahead and repeated the words Iron Blood Guard in a low voice, and his mood calmed down slightly.

"It's all settled, not a single one is left." The boss stopped touching the scar again, and talked to Uncle Hong about the distress on the road.

"There's no second way for a guy like this to die." Uncle Hong replied. The boss didn't say anything after hearing this, just sat quietly, as if he was very sure of something, and was sure that the result would come.

"The main purpose of my visit this time is also to inform you that the dark forces have now discovered your whereabouts, and it won't be long before they will take action." After saying this, Uncle Hong took off the glasses he had just wiped, and then put them back on as if he realized something.

"The Predator Guard is an example?" The boss was still very calm, he had woken up from the memories just now, and he had become calm again.

"Yes, so the door master hopes that the young master can leave here and go somewhere else, after all, it's not safe here." Uncle Hong also replied immediately.

"Isn't this exactly what he wants to see, is he still concerned about my safety?" The boss's tone was a little angry and a little self-deprecating, and he didn't pay much attention to the arrangement of the door master.

"Young Master, actually...... The master of the door ......" Uncle Hong said a few words, and he couldn't say any more, because he really didn't know how to explain some things to the young master in front of him, maybe he could really understand it in the future.

"Uncle Hong, don't say it, he only has family and responsibility in his heart, but he will never have family affection." The boss's expression gradually became depressed, and only he knew the hesitation of loneliness and panic.

"Yes...... But you're also part of the family. Uncle Hong still persuaded the boss without giving up, maybe this half-grown child has endured too much now, sometimes although he can have calm thinking and analysis like an adult, but sometimes one thing that he often recognizes is so unchangeable, this kind of xìng grid is really similar to the door owner, no, it's just the same, a mold carved out.

"Okay, Uncle Hong, don't say it again." After the boss finished speaking, without a hint of warning, he pushed the car door and walked out, and walked out without hesitation in the direction he came.

Uncle Hong looked at the back of the boss gradually moving away, I really don't know if he agreed or refused, it is indeed dangerous to stay here, but how can he tell him, the same stubbornness, he and the master of the door are the same stubbornness, maybe this is the family affection in his mouth.

The lights came on again, but this time it was to go back, Uncle Hong didn't ask the boss again, because Uncle Hong knew that no matter how much this young master did, he would definitely give himself a satisfactory answer when he calmed down, and now what he has to do is not to ask, just wait, waiting for a young master who has calmed down to give himself a satisfactory answer.

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