By two or three o'clock in the morning, most of the people would rest, and even if there were a few awake, Song Qiao had a way to break them up.

After all, he is the helmsman of the golden light rudder, and he still has this power.

When the time comes, you will be able to send Wang Hao away.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao returned to the mourning hall, and when he saw that there was no one left and right, he went around to the back to see Wang Hao.

The coffin was placed in the back hall, and Wang Hao was tied to the side of the coffin to keep a night for Jiang Yijun.

Wang Hao was beaten extremely badly, his body was scarred, and his face was blue and purple.

The eyes were tightly closed, and I didn't know if I was asleep or unconscious.

Song Qiao walked over and shook his arm gently.

Wang Hao immediately woke up and looked at Song Qiao with a puzzled expression.

Song Qiao said: "Send you out at two o'clock in the morning, and Chen Dong will come to pick you up at that time." ”

Of course, Wang Hao was overjoyed and nodded desperately.

Song Qiao sighed and turned to go out.

The night soon came, Song Qiao casually ate a big pot of rice, and found a reason to take some people away, and only seventy or eighty people were still guarding the spirit.

Some of these people were drinking, some were playing cards, and some were gathered in a pile to chat, surrounding the entire mourning hall like an iron bucket.

Song Qiao was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for the dawn to come.

After twelve o'clock in the evening, most of the people really couldn't stand it, some found a corner to sleep, some were lazy and grinding, and some had secretly run away.

It is a company in nature, how loyal can you expect the people below to be?

The general manager of a branch is dead, and he will not cry until dawn.

On the night of the previous day, Song Qiao had already scolded, but now he turned a blind eye.

At two o'clock in the morning, there were less than a dozen people still open.

Song Qiao said to them: "Find a place to squint for a while, there is a situation to call you." ”

And they all went to find a place to sleep.

Inside and outside the mourning hall, only Song Qiao was still standing.

Song Qiao walked around inside and out, and after making sure that no one was still awake, he quietly came to the back of the mourning hall.

Wang Hao knew that he was going to let him go tonight, of course he didn't sleep, and his eyes were straight and round.

When he saw Song Qiao coming in, he immediately laughed.

Song Qiao shouted at him and went over to untie the rope on his body.

However, at this moment, a heavy footstep suddenly came from far and near, accompanied by a sound of swearing.

Song Qiao was of course taken aback, and did not dare to help Wang Hao loosen his ties, but got up and walked to the outer hall.

A tall figure is walking in, and it is Xiong Yaowen!

It's past two o'clock in the morning, why did Xiong Yaowen come?

Could it be that he saw through Chen Dong's plan?

Song Qiao was nervous for a while, and immediately shouted: "The ...... of the master"

"He's got a fuck, Jiang Yijun will be buried tomorrow, you bitches are going to sleep here......"

Xiong Yaowen scolded and scolded, and when he came to the mourning hall and saw Song Qiao here, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought there was no one to keep a watch...... It seems that you are indeed quite loyal to Jiang Yijun! ”

Song Qiao said embarrassedly: "My eldest brother treated me well before his death, I want to keep the last night!" ”

Xiong Yaowen nodded and said, "It should be!" What about Wang Hao? ”

"In the back."

Xiong Yaowen went around to the back hall to take a look, and made sure that Wang Hao was still there, so he turned around and came out.

At this time, many people were already woken up and hurried in to say hello, some called Mr. Xiong, and some called the head of the house.

Xiong Yaowen scolded them again before saying, "No one is allowed to sleep tonight, their eyes are wide!" Killing Wang Hao is tomorrow's highlight, if you lose him, Lao Tzu will pick your skin! ”

"Yes!"

None of them dared to sleep any more, and they all went outside to stand guard.

Song Qiao secretly screamed in his heart, it was not good to let Wang Hao go this time, but he still pretended to be nothing: "Master, why are you here?" ”

Xiong Yaowen sighed: "I was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and I couldn't sleep, and I always recalled the time when we worshiped a few times in my mind......"

Xiong Yaowen said as he walked into the back hall and sat on the edge of Jiang Yijun's coffin.

"We finally got to this day, and we finally achieved something, and we can live a few days of leisure, but we have such a thing......"

Xiong Yaowen stroked Jiang Yijun's coffin with his hand, and a few tears fell, which showed the depth of his feelings.

"Anyway, I can't sleep, so let's stay with my brother for the last night!"

Xiong Yaowen sat on the edge of the coffin, looking up at the ceiling, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Hao was also extremely surprised when he saw Xiong Yaowen coming in, and looked at Song Qiao suspiciously.

But Song Qiao had no choice but to shake his head at him.

"The ...... in charge" Song Qiao said softly: "You better go back to sleep, I'll keep vigil here." ”

Xiong Yaowen shook his head and said with a sad face: "I'm here, so I won't leave, anyway, it's almost dawn......

Song Qiao had no choice but to quietly look outside the mourning hall, wondering if Chen Dong had seen this scene.

……

Of course, Chen Dong saw it.

As soon as two o'clock in the morning arrived, he and Sanzi and others came to the vicinity of the mourning hall, ready to meet Wang Hao.

At first, when I saw that the people of the golden light rudder were asleep, I was secretly happy, thinking that this time it was stable.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Yaowen turned his head and arrived, and he was still shouting that he wanted to keep vigil, and no one else was allowed to sleep, so people were really forced to have no way at all!

Ren Jianwei gritted his teeth and said, "No, let's rush in and grab people!" ”

Chen Dong estimated the strength of both sides.

Tonight, there were seventy or eighty people guarding the spirit of the golden light rudder, and he also brought seventy or eighty people, which at first glance seemed to be about the same.

But there is a Xiong Yaowen on the other side, that is a big killer, one can top ten or twenty!

At that time, not only will no one be able to save people, but the people of Shanshitang will also be folded here.

The spirit of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and preferring to go to the tiger mountains" must be there, but knowing that they are going to be eaten by tigers, it is stupid to go into the mountains.

Chen Dong thought about it, and suddenly became ruthless in his heart, and said, "Can you get trolls?" ”

Trolls?!

Of course, everyone was taken aback.

As everyone knows, this is a colloquial name for "gun".

Trolls may have been a little looser in the seventies and eighties, when hooligans generally had shotguns and earthen guns.

But later, the control gradually became stricter, and it has almost disappeared, and ordinary people can't buy it even if they have money.

Besides, no one dares to sell it at all, and this thing is also a crime of killing the head.

And as soon as you use trolls, it's a big deal.

Originally, it was just a grievance between the rivers and lakes, but once the trolls were moved, the official family would have to get involved, and then they would not be able to eat and walk around.

So in this era, no matter what conflict occurs among everyone, a basic principle is not to move trolls, unless it is a river and ocean thief who does not want to die, or an outlaw who puts life and death out of the way!

Seeing everyone's embarrassed faces, Chen Dong frowned and said, "Can you get it?" ”

The third son said: "Don't go, Brother Dong, if you move that thing, things will end even worse......"

The others didn't speak, but they clearly meant the same thing.

For the sake of a Wang Hao, everyone doesn't want to fight for their lives.

But Chen Dong is different from them.

Wang Hao sacrificed his life to protect himself, and Chen Dong also had to take his life to save Wang Hao.

He always treats people, as he always has been!

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Dong gritted his teeth and said, "Can anyone get a troll?" It's enough to get me one. Don't worry, I won't bother you! ”

The crowd was still silent.

"I have one." Ren Jianwei said suddenly: "However, the quality is very poor, it is the most ordinary earthen gun, the kind that sprays iron sand, it may explode, and it can't kill people, it will only seriously injure people." ”

"Okay, go get it!"

In order to save Wang Hao, Chen Dong couldn't care so much.

It can't be delayed any longer, once it is dawn, Haibei Company will have more people, and it will be even more difficult to save it at that time.

Ren Jianwei immediately turned around and left.

Drove to, drove back, and it was big night again, so it was quick.

It was only half an hour before he came.

Sure enough, he handed Chen Dong a troll.

"How to drive, you teach me." Chen Dongmo held the body of the gun.

Ren Jianwei spoke briefly.

"Okay." Chen Dong said: "You all look at the dots for a while, if I succeed, drive over to pick me up immediately." If you don't succeed, you'll all be gone, and you won't have to worry about me anymore! ”

Without waiting for them to speak, Chen Dong walked towards the mourning hall with his waist bent.

As soon as Xiong Yaowen arrived, no one dared to sleep, and seventy or eighty people surrounded the mourning hall, all of them standing up and keeping their eyes open.

Even if there are trolls in hand, it is not too easy to break into.

Chen Dong was not in a hurry.

Like a very patient old hunter, he first sent a text message to Song Qiao, and then waited behind a tree.

After Song Qiao read the text message, he got up and went outside.

When he returned, he had a beer in his hand.

"Boss." Song Qiao said: "It's a long night, let's drink for a while." ”

"Okay, let's have a drink."

Xiong Yaowen sat up and drank beer with Song Qiao.

Chat while drinking.

Xiong Yaowen asked Song Qiao how he met Jiang Yijun and how he killed Xingyun.

Song Qiao answered one by one.

He was very grateful to Xiong Yaowen for his kindness, so there was no lie.

Xiong Yaowen nodded and said, "It turns out that you killed Xingyun because of Chen Dong, it seems that you do have a good relationship with this Chen Dong." ”

Song Qiao nodded and said, "Chen Dong and I do have a good relationship, when we were in the third middle school, we ......."

I told the story again.

After listening to this, Xiong Yaowen said with great emotion: "You are really good brothers...... It's a pity that one is in Tiannan Group and the other is in Haibei Company, if you can pull him over, be the deputy helmsman of Jinguang Rudder, and the two of you will serve me together, isn't it beautiful? ”

Song Qiao nodded and said, "Well, if I have a chance in the future, I'll tell him about it again." ”

Xiong Yaowen's eyes flashed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice: "Since Chen Dong is such a righteous person, Bacheng will come to save Wang Hao, you kid won't help him, right?" ”

Song Qiao was startled, thinking that Xiong Yaowen had seen through his plan, and said nervously, "No...... No...... I don't dare to ...... the house."

Xiong Yaowen laughed, patted Song Qiao's shoulder and said, "I'm joking with you, don't be nervous!" I'm so good to you, if you still do something sorry for me, you're not a person! ”

Song Qiao's heart was like a pinprick.

"I've drunk a lot, I'll go to the toilet......" Xiong Yaowen touched his stomach and staggered to his feet.

It's really easy to go to the toilet when drinking beer, and Xiong Yaowen is certainly no exception.

There is a bathroom in the company, but Xiong Yaowen doesn't pay attention to it so much, except for the mourning hall, he randomly found a tree, opened his pants and peed.

At this moment, a cold and hard thing suddenly pressed against Xiong Yaowen's waist.

"Don't move." A deep voice sounded: "Dare to move, I want your life." ”