At Saigon Wharf, after hanging up Mu Wanqing's phone, Wang Yichuan, who has always been a little clean, sat on the seawall, facing the sea breeze, his white clothes were like snow, and his hair was messy.

He hung at his feet, and the waves crashed non-stop.

Looking at the boats coming and going on the sea shrouded in dusk, with a gloomy face, he knew that no matter whether he could persuade Mu Wanqing or not this time, it would be impossible for him to have a lover with Mu Wanqing and finally become a family.

After the negotiation was made under coercion, Mu Wanqing would hate him for the rest of her life, no matter what compensation she made, she would never love him again?

If she can't negotiate under coercion, if Mu Wanqing refuses to give in, then she has only one way to die, and she will die from now on.

"Brother Hei, I want to smoke, do you have a cigarette?" Wang Yichuan stretched out his hand to the person beside him without looking back.

When he was standing on the phone, the man in black with a wooden expression was already sitting on the seawall.

As for the name of the man in black, many people in the Blue Dragon Gang didn't know, and even if they did, they would call him 'Black Robe' the nickname.

The black robe is a few years older than Wang Yichuan, Wang Yichuan knows his name, but he has always called him Brother Hei, and the relationship between the two is good.

Last time, I told Wang Yichuan that Yang Chen was a master of man and gun, and he was in a black robe.

The black robe is a master of using guns, and there are always three guns to use, a pistol, an automatic rifle, and a sniper rifle, three types of long, medium and short.

Either way, it is said that no opponent can dodge his three shots.

"Smoking too much is a hindrance to my breathing, it affects my shooting, and you know I never smoke." The black robe with a wooden expression said lightly, but still got up and walked to the back of the container.

Shen Bijuan was dressed in black leather clothes, still with long wavy hair, leaning on the container, and her face was not very good-looking.

The black robe glanced at her and said to a group of Changxing Gang disciples who were ready to go, "Who has cigarettes and lighters on them?" ”

Everyone was stunned, because they all knew that the black robe never smoked.

However, after reacting, they immediately groped up and down in their pockets, and someone handed over the cigarette and lighter first.

The black robe took the things back to the seawall and sat down, and handed the cigarette and lighter to Wang Yichuan.

Wang Yichuan stretched out his hand to block the sea breeze, covered the swaying flame and lit a cigarette, took a few puffs happily, the smoke was swept away by the wind, looked at the cigarette with green smoke in his hand and said with a smile: "It's the first time I know that smoking tastes so good, I think I will like to smoke it in the future, maybe I can't do without it." ”

After saying that, he took a few more puffs, and he smoked a little faster, but he choked himself and coughed repeatedly, and he didn't look like a regular smoker.

Mu Ne's black robe said, "Do you want to prove that you have a sad past?" ”

Although his words were a little incisive, the tone of his voice did not fluctuate from beginning to end, as if he was reading to a textbook.

"You mean to say that people who like to smoke have a sad past?" Wang Yichuan smiled teasingly, and suddenly his smile froze, and Yang Chen, who often smoked a cigarette, appeared in his mind, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he also had a sad past?

When he turned around and saw that the black robe didn't speak, he asked with a smile: "Brother Hei, have you ever had a woman you like?" The one I really like. ”

Who knew that the black robe replied to the question: "If you really like her, try your best to persuade her, as long as she doesn't die, you still have a chance...... When you become the leader of the Changxing Gang, you will have the opportunity to return the things you brought to her. ”

"If you can't persuade her, will you show mercy?" Wang Yichuan asked as he stared at him with flickering eyes.

"No!" The black robe stood up and said indifferently: "You are responsible for persuading people, I am responsible for killing, you and I will do our own thing, and there will be no entanglement." ”

Turning around, he said, "Let's go!" It's not too early, and we have to make arrangements in advance. ”

Wang Yichuan threw the cigarette butt into the sea, also stood up, and saw that the box of cigarettes under his feet was about to kick into the sea, but stopped halfway, leaned over to pick up the cigarette and lighter, and stuffed them into his pocket.

I haven't done anything like this for many years, and I vaguely remember stuffing cigarettes and lighters in my pockets when I was a teenager.

Walking to the back of the container and seeing Shen Bijuan, Wang Yichuan deliberately stopped, looked at her and smiled: "Does it make sense to do this?" ”

"It makes sense to the Changxing Gang, but it doesn't make sense to me!" Shen Bijuan stared at him without blinking and said, "But what I can't get, others can't think of it." ”

Strode out of the container he was leaning on, got into a car, and shouted to everyone: "Go!" ”

A crowd of people got into the car one after another, and a convoy of cars quickly left the dock. Qishu.com

After the BMW driven by Yang Chen left the city, it was speeding up and driving towards the western suburbs.

A fork in the road was rapidly reversing outside the car window, and looking at the fork in the distance, an abandoned old factory was lying on the edge of the city, which was the abandoned fertilizer factory.

Mu Wanqing, who had been holding back and not speaking, kept looking out the window left and right, and found that it was not going to Nanshan at all, but a direction that was going the opposite way, and if she drove it again, she would only get farther and farther away from Nanshan.

She finally couldn't help but ask, "Where the hell are you going?" ”

"Find an old friend." Yang Chen paused as he spoke, leaning on the steering wheel, his eyes wandered a little, not knowing what he remembered, and then his tone slowed down and slowly added: "Find an old friend who can help." ”

Mu Wanqing was not a verbose person, although she wanted to know who the person she was looking for was, but she didn't ask again.

After ten minutes, the speed of the car slowed down, the sky was slightly dark, the lights on both sides of the road were shining, and many motels appeared, all kinds of simple but large and conspicuous signs.

Yang Chen had been looking out of the windows on both sides, slowing down very slowly, and finally pulled over and stopped outside a courtyard wall on the side of the road.

He lowered the window, his eyes twinkling at the wall and there was silence.

From time to time, the vehicles speeding on the road roll up dust, highlighting the domestic road environment.

Breathing in the dust, it didn't make any change in his expression.

There is a restaurant on the opposite side of the wall, the lights shine on the wall here, it is a yard surrounded by a cement brick wall, the wall is painted with colorful advertisements, the door is open, and there is an iron signboard welded on the top, and the conspicuous large characters say 'Tianhong Auto Repair Shop', and there are small characters such as inflatable, tire repair, car wash and so on.

The car turned and drove into the gate, the yard is not small, there is a three-story building, and the bottom floor is a row of car repair rooms stacked with various spare parts.

The white lights in the repair room were bright, and a large man wearing an oily blue coveralls heard a car coming in, but he just looked back and continued to work on himself.

He unloaded the front tire of a pickup truck and rolled the tire back to the side with a limp right leg, which was not very lame, but was clearly walking on its legs, but it was quite fast.

Yang Chen parked the car outside the repair room, his eyes glanced at the big man's lame leg twice, and a warm smile hung on the corner of his mouth, the other party was the person he was looking for, his real name was Tianhong, and he turned out to be a member of the Easy Organization, and his nickname in the underground world was 'Taishan'.

Tarzan is proficient in mechanical repair, and the things he has on hand have the reputation of 'Transformers'.

It's just that once he didn't listen to the advice, mixed with some people, and accepted the employment to rob a diamond mine, unfortunately stepped on a landmine, although his life was saved, but one of his right legs was disabled, and after the injury was healed, he silently left the free organization and returned to China to open this car repair shop.

Tianhong's whereabouts after retiring are known only to Yang Chen in the entire Xiaoyao organization.

Mu Wanqing saw the smile on the corner of Yang Chen's mouth through the rearview mirror, so she also looked at the busy cripple in the repair room, her eyes were slightly puzzled, could this cripple be the person he was looking for?

Yang Chen reached out of the car window, slammed the car door twice, and shouted loudly: "Boss, repair the car!" ”

Hearing the greeting, the big man Tianhong finally put down the work in his hand, walked over on one leg, and said in a loud voice: "What's the problem?" ”

Looking at the front and back of the car, but not looking into the car, Yang Chen was speechless, took out two cigarettes, opened the car door and got out of the car, bit one on his mouth, and handed the other out and said: "Boss, it's very hard!" Let's smoke a cigarette first! ”

Mu Wanqing was confused, and she couldn't figure out what these two people were doing.

Tianhong was stunned when he saw the cigarette handed over, usually it was not that no guest handed him the cigarette, but after lighting it, it was the first time.

After looking up and seeing the other party's face clearly, the whole person froze in place, although Yang Chen had cut off his ponytail and long hair, his appearance had not changed.

"Are you blind, do you smoke?" The cigarette in Yang Chen's hand shook and scolded with a smile.

"Escape!" Tianhong popped out of his mouth in English, his face was full of surprise, and he opened his arms to hug Yang Chen.

"Stop, stop." Yang Chen pressed against his chest, and the cigarette in his other hand was stuffed directly into the other party's mouth, and then pointed to the oil stain on his work clothes and scolded with a smile: "Lao Tzu's expensive clothes, can you afford to pay for the dirty?" ”

Tianhong didn't care about dirty hands, pulled down the cigarette in his mouth, pinched the cigarette butt and looked at Yang Chen up and down and smirked, but the laughing smile suddenly stopped, showing an incredible face, and exclaimed in Chinese: "Aren't you from country H, but from Yanxia?" ”

He knew how many national languages Yang Chen would have, but it was doubtful that Chinese could speak so slippery and even the tone of the twists and turns could be vivid.

"I was originally an authentic Yanxia person, when did I say that I was a person from country H?" Yang Chen rolled his eyes and said.

"Haha! Those people in country H have been saying that you are from country H, and that you are the pride of their big country H, and they have never seen you refute the rumors, so it is difficult not to misunderstand. Tianhong said and smirked happily again, not knowing what he was happy about.

If there is no beginning or end, Mu Wanqing in the car is even more incomprehensible, but she can see that the relationship between the two is very close, especially remembering Tianhong's English name for Yang Chen, it turns out that his English name is Xiaoyao!