Zhao Qian looked at the brighter and brighter boot icon of the mobile phone in front of him. After a moment of silence, he got up and walked out with a red bucket.

From the water boiler in the hallway, you can swipe the card to get water.

I washed up, climbed into the iron-framed single bed unique to the university dormitory, and fell asleep deeply. In that station space, he didn't dare to sleep so deeply.

Unreal, that's what he's always felt, like he's in the clouds.

"Old Zhao?"

"Hmm."

One of the roommates poked the probe and fell back into bed. Sunlight filtered through the area where the clothes were drying and spilled onto the slightly blackened white porcelain floor.

"What's today?"

Another dazed man touched his bedside phone.

He didn't answer, just wiped himself off the water bed.

Relax, that's what he's in now. Smelling the familiar smell on his bed, the pieces on Zhao Qian's body involuntarily relaxed because of nervous tension.

It was just a matter of minutes to fall asleep.

Half-awake and half-asleep, he seemed to hear the screams of several of his roommates.

"Grass, today's class of Matsumoto old strips, hurry up!"

He didn't speak, or didn't think about what they could help out. The roommates didn't bother him either. In college, helping roommates to order is an indispensable thing that everyone will do. Although sometimes a little bit of technology is required.

Something that everyone tacitly does.

When he got up again, he could already smell the smell of takeout in the dormitory. But he wasn't woken up by his roommate's shouting and jerking sounds, but by a phone call.

"Lao Zhao, your phone is ringing."

Xiao Ming, who was under the bed, helped his eyes on the bridge of his nose and took another bite of food. Fish-flavored shredded pork bowl.

"Hey."

Slid to the answer button with a slight sense of getting up, Zhao Qian was even a little annoyed now.

"Brother, Ah Si's batch of goods was lost."

The voice of the young man on the other end of the phone instantly cleared his still sleepy mind.

"Do you know who it is?"

Half leaning on the bed frame behind him, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable cold light. After all, the events at the station affected him, making him subconsciously think that violence was the best way to go.

Generally in this case, you should calmly analyze what twists and turns are there.

"I don't know."

The other head said in annoyance, falling into silence for a while. He sat there and listened to the roar of the traffic that came from the other end, a symbol of liberty and the metropolis. Sometimes, the Met is more of a cage.

"Wait for me at the school gate."

Putting the phone down, Zhao Qian hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up an unopened fast food box on another roommate's table and ate it.

The owner of the takeaway was playing a team battle with headphones, unaware.

I counted the time, put down what I was eating in my hand, and walked out.

Not long after going out, Zhao Qian heard a miserable howl coming from his dormitory.

"Mom-X, who ate Lao Tzu's takeout!"

He smiled.

As soon as he walked to the school gate, a black SUV stopped in front of him. The glass slid down, and Zhao Qian saw the familiar face wearing sunglasses.

He smiled and sat in the passenger seat next to the man.

Rejecting a Fleur Ace cigarette in his hand, he took two Yida from the green bottle on the front of his car and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I just woke up and didn't brush my teeth."

Zhao Qian said that the person in front of him was one of their group of children who came out of the collapsed welfare home and grew up in a border city. Wang Ming.

The man took the cigarette that had not come out and lit it, and smoked it.

"What's wrong with the eyes?"

He looked at Wang Ming, as if he could see the bruises at the corners of his eyes through the dark sunglasses.

"The last time I went out alone, I was shaded by a dog's face."

As he spoke, grinning at his two rows of white teeth that were missing a few teeth.

"The ...... of the goods"

"It's not that stupid, he probably doesn't even know that we lost the goods."

Wang Ming said confidently that he was not dressed like the so-called villains outside. What an eye-catching thick gold chain, or a colorful and strange hairstyle. That's something that only stupid people do.

Being visible on the outside means that you are easy to be remembered and targeted.

At first glance, it was the dress of a bad guy, it was done by the gangsters watching the scene in the border KTV, but it was also a work need, after all, Zhao Qian himself had done it before.

"Whatever, I've been washing my hands for a long time anyway."

He watched as he flicked the soot out of the car window little by little.

"The old man is dying. In order to support his son, he specially invited him back from abroad. ”

Wang Ming took another puff of cigarette, and suddenly said something without a head. The old man is what they privately call the number one boss in the border underworld. As for the overseas one, it is one of his adopted sons, who is on the 60th place on the Baidao list and has been wanted by Baidao for many years.

The white list is also called the white list by those who know about it, and the people on the list are all extremely cruel people. Their presence can threaten the safety of the authorities or some people to a greater or lesser extent. For example, that one, who killed the governor of the border province back then, put people's heads in a high-profile manner at the door of the police department. This made the authorities angry and issued a wanted list. The criminals that ordinary people can see on the surface are nothing in the eyes of their circle.

"What did Ah Si smuggle this time? Or is it like last time, 45 high imitation trolls? ”

"No, the watch."

The two chatted like this headlessly, until Zhao Qian got out of the car.

Wang Ming is still half of his relatives, and the rest, those who left, left, died. The rest are ruthless characters who can gain a foothold in the border city.

A decent cemetery in the suburbs, where he buys a lot of flowers every year.

Ever since he strangled three of them like his brother one night, he knew that he was not fit for this profession because his heart was not ruthless enough.

The hooligan who was killed by their teenagers had a more powerful father who was a big hooligan.

At that time, the border was very chaotic, and it was normal for a person to die one day. As long as you have a weapon in your hand and someone dares to rush, you are the boss, and you have the ability to collect protection money.

And the main thing is that its position was also awkward at that time, the military didn't want to take care of it, and the police couldn't control it.

Like now, Zhao Qian raised his head and looked at the big word "Border University" carved on the top of his head.

The state is the biggest underworld, and he will not allow anything that threatens his face to exist.

Unless, that thing is strong enough.

It's like the Mexican drug traffickers, so powerful that the government can't do anything about it.

Walking back to the dormitory, he could still hear the noise coming from inside.