Chapter 33: Kill the Past
"Why?"
"Who cares about less money?"
"You've let me down so much!"
"It's you who are so naΓ―ve!"
Tang Yue was still escorted in.
She still can't figure out why she was so good, but suddenly the matter was revealed, maybe she will never understand.
Su Xianglan gritted her teeth, it was not easy to be deceived and betrayed by someone she trusted.
At this time, a thin figure appeared at the door of the patrol bureau.
As soon as he saw the comer, Jiang Keren spread out and ran up, hugged Yang Rui, and his red lips were suddenly imprinted.
Yang Rui's eyes widened suddenly, happiness came too fast like a tornado, and he couldn't be caught off guard.
Feeling the softness, delicate sweetness coming from his lips, classmate Yang fell on the spot.
If he could, he would even be willing to come to the Patrol Bureau every day for tea.
For a long time, the lips parted.
Jiang Keren was affectionate and said softly: "I'm sorry." β
"Whoever tells me sorry can accept it, but you, don't say sorry to me, I'm willing to do everything for you, even if it's my life." Yang Rui said softly.
"Hmm."
"Again?"
"Hmph, ignore you." Jiang Keren was angry, her pretty face flushed, and she turned around and ran into the car.
"Haha." Yang Rui laughed and licked his lips, still unsatisfied.
"Yang Rui, mom is sorry for you." After getting into the car, Su Xianglan said apologetically.
"Mom, it's okay, in that case, it's indeed me who is the most suspicious." Yang Rui didn't care about smiling.
It is impossible to say that he does not have a mustard in his heart, in that case, even if Su Xianglan stands up for him and says a word for him, whether it is effective or not, he will be grateful.
However, for the sake of Jiang Keren, he is willing to tolerate her family.
Next, Yang Rui didn't go home to rest, he took two days off, and it was time to go to work today.
Although he does not live on the salary of 2,000 yuan, since he has joined the company, he still has to do his job well, which is a responsible performance.
Jiang Keren was reluctant at first, but seeing that Yang Rui was not joking, she acquiesced, and she respected Yang Rui's ideas.
When he came to the restaurant, he didn't see the chef Zhao Yiba, Yang Rui inquired about his colleagues, but he couldn't tell the reason.
Yang Rui was puzzled, he had heard that Zhao Yiba was alone, had been in Danlin Restaurant for three years, commuting on time and on time, working diligently, but he had never been late.
Until noon, Zhao Yiba did not appear.
Yang Rui washed the dishes in the morning, had some back pain, and stood up to smoke.
"Yang Rui, look at what kind of bullshit you washed here, there are still oil stains on it, even if your legs are crippled, are your hands crippled?" Director Wang Feng appeared in the back kitchen at some point, pointing to a few dishes and scolding Yang Rui.
"You're going to frame it too?" Yang Rui smoked a cigarette, and his face was unwavering.
"You say I'm framing you? You disobedient thing, do you believe that I will fire you now? Wang Feng threatened.
"Whatever you want." Yang Rui said.
"Hmph, if you deduct your salary today, if you don't do well tomorrow, you won't have to use it." Wang Feng snorted coldly, he thought that Yang Rui was hard-mouthed, if you really have the ability, and come to our restaurant to do chores, isn't it just a lack of money?
Yang Rui swept over coldly, and his eyes seemed to be about to kill.
Wang Feng remembered Yang Rui's powerful kick before, subconsciously took two steps back, and then felt ashamed, stepped forward again and snatched the cigarette from Yang Rui's hand, threw it on the ground and stepped on it: "If you are lazy at work, I will open you, forget if you don't have the ability, you are not motivated, what can you do with a person like you?" Waste one! β
"Work hard!"
Dropping these words, Wang Feng left the back kitchen triumphantly.
Back in the office, he remembered Yang Rui's eyes just now, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he made a phone call directly to the leader to make a small report.
Because Yang Rui was introduced by the people above, and the above did not explain the special care, he felt that Yang Rui should be an ordinary acquaintance of a leader.
Like the kind of person who shows off his might with a rich relative who can't beat him with his eight poles, he has seen a lot.
If something really happens, it will be thrown away as garbage at any time.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and before he could respond, the door was opened.
Yang Rui walked in and closed the door with his hand.
"Who let you in?" Wang Feng frowned.
Bang!
Yang Rui flew out with a kick, and Wang Feng, who was sitting in the boss's chair, flew out a few meters with a chair and fell into the corner.
"Fuck, you fuck ......" Wang Feng grinned in pain, feeling that all his internal organs were turning over the river and the sea.
"This kick is familiar, right?" Yang Rui said.
"Believe it or not, I'll call the police to arrest you!" Wang Feng shouted, he couldn't figure it out, how could this dead cripple be so able to fight?
"Make it difficult for me once, and I'll give you a kick, remember it clearly." Yang Rui said lightly.
"You're too much, I'm your leader!" Wang Feng was so angry, he had never met such an employee, and he ran to the office to give him a kick at every turn.
"Leader, why didn't Zhao Yiba come to work today?" Yang Rui asked.
"I'm looking for him too, and I can't get through to him by phone." Wang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said truthfully.
"Does he have any relatives or friends?"
"I haven't heard of it, no, I remember that he had an adoptive mother, Zhao Yiba was a child who grew up in an orphanage."
"Thank you, leader."
"No, remember to work hard and respect the leader in the future." Wang Feng waved his hand generously, in the past, when others called him a leader or something, he didn't feel too much, but now Yang Rui called him a leader, he felt too happy.
"It seems that this waste is not too stupid, knowing that I am his leader." Wang Feng said proudly in his heart.
When he came outside, Yang Rui sent Lin Fei a WeChat message and asked him to check Zhao Yiba.
In the past two months, the entire restaurant has been closest to Zhao Yiba and him, and others have avoided it.
Although he doesn't appreciate Zhao Yiba's principle of calming things down, no matter what, the honest and honest Zhao Yiba is indeed a person worth befriending.
Soon, Lin Fei called.
"Mr. Yang, the person you asked me to check is not simple."
"Really?" Yang Rui was not surprised at all, after getting along during this time, he was naturally somewhat aware.
"Do you know the third master of Guancheng? When I was still in school, there was only one king in the gray area of Guancheng, and the people in the rivers and lakes were called the third master. β
"There is a fierce general under the third master, known as an invincible hand in Guancheng, good at kitchen knives, people in the rivers and lakes are called knife tyrants, people who are mixed with black in that era may not be afraid when they hear the name of the third master, but when they hear the knife tyrant, they are absolutely frightened."
"Later, the third master offended the big people from the province because he acted too high-profile and perverse, and the third master's power collapsed overnight, and then the third master was arrested and sentenced to death, but the knife bully disappeared."
"According to my investigation, that Zhao Yiba is likely to be the Daoba of the year, although nearly 20 years have passed, the appearance is different, but Zhao Yiba is the same as the Daoba, he grew up in an orphanage when he was a child, and was later adopted by a woman."
"What about people?" Yang Rui asked.
"I guess he went to the old city, and Bao Guanghui seemed to be forcing Daoba to go out of the mountain to do things for him and capture his adoptive mother."
"Go to the old town."
"Okay, wait for me to prepare the people."
"You and I go first."
"This ......"
Before Lin Fei's voice over there fell, Yang Rui had already hung up the phone.
Lin Fei, who was sitting in the office of the chairman of the golden years, listened to the busy tone on the phone, and his face was entangled.
He felt that Yang Rui was too impulsive, it was the old city, and it was Bao Guanghui's territory, even if he organized a good man to kill him, he might not be able to bargain, not to mention that the two of them had to go over to take the lead.
At that time, he and Yang Rui's lives may be explained there, even if they don't die, missing arms and legs are common.
He was thinking about whether to accompany Yang Rui to take this risk.
But when he thought that he had today, it was all pulled by Yang Rui, so he gritted his teeth and decided to fight.
"Organize the people, go to the old town, immediately!"
Hanging up the phone, he grabbed the car keys and quickly went out to pick up Yang Rui.
Just when Yang Rui and Lin Fei were killing in the old city, the "Gold Coast" bar in the old town.
The door is closed, but inside the bar, there are three steps and one post, and there are thugs in sight.
"Leave my mom alone."
In a private room, Zhao Yiba clenched his fists and stood there like a statue.
"Do things for me."
"No way, I've decided to wash my hands in a golden basin and never hold a knife again in my life."
"Your mom is going to die."
"Don't push me." Zhao Yiba's eyes were fierce, and he was a big man of more than nine meters, which was a little taller than that Lin Yanhua, and the black pressure was like a small mountain.
"What's wrong with you? Do you still think that it is the world of the third master now? Bao Guanghui sneered, "You only have two choices, either do things for me or your mother die." β
After a pause, he added, "You're dead too." β
"Don't push me, okay?"
Mom died, these two words made Zhao Yiba vent his heart, he knelt down without hesitation, whimpered and cried: "I have created too many evils, I just want to provide for my mother well now, don't force me to be good, please." β
As he spoke, he slammed his head and covered his head with blood.
"What a dutiful son." Bao Guanghui sighed, "You haven't tasted the taste of a knife on your body for many years, I don't know if you can still be filial when the knife cuts on your flesh?" β
When the words fell, Lin Yanhua held the knife and slashed it on Zhao Yiba's shoulder, which was deeply visible.
Seeing that Zhao Yiba didn't frown, Lin Yanhua shouted: "Let's do it together and chop him." β