Although there is no watch, the accurate biological clock can tell Yang Long that it is now around four o'clock in the morning on December 15.

This is the quietest time of the morning, especially in the middle of the city, far from the center of São Francesk.

The manor, which covers a total area of one square kilometer, is equipped with up to 100 security personnel, and a five-person patrol with fierce Brazilian bulldogs in full armor passes by the open space in front of the villa from time to time.

Most of the entire manor is guarded by high-power ultraviolet searchlights and high-pixel stereo monitors, and only the ** villa, where the owner of the manor lives, is hidden in the night.

Even Yang Long himself didn't know what the reason was, and now he was getting less and less sleep. In the dead of night, he likes to sit on the balcony on the third floor of the villa with a cup of warm coffee and gaze at the starry sky.

The same is true today.

After taking a sip of the bitter coffee that had already become cold, Yang Long pinched his eyebrows, now is the time when the body's biological clock is the most sleepy, even the night market of St. Francesk, which has the title of the Golden Gate City, is much lighter, but he just can't sleep.

Thinking back to the past, it has been almost 20 years since I washed my hands and retired from the rivers and lakes, when did I start to lose sleep?

The past has become very vague, and it is as if it was another person who did those earth-shattering things and not himself.

Even if you fall asleep now, it is only a few dozen minutes, which is not a symbol of the physical strength of your youth, and the aging body can no longer withstand the collapse of the physiological circulatory system.

The destructive damage caused by improper cultivation could not be suppressed, and the internal injuries caused by the battle when he was young tormented Yang Long all the time, and he knew that he would not live long.

"The "king" who was once infinitely beautiful for a while is now just an old man waiting to die!"

Yang Long smiled self-deprecatingly.

As a butcher who has killed countless people with his own hands, Yang Long has long put life and death aside, but now that he is about to leave the world, there is a strange emotion spreading.

Yang Long was born in an ancient martial arts family in Asia, and he learned all the martial arts inherited by the family in just over ten years, as the eldest son, he did not marry a wife and have children according to the requirements of the family, but ran away from home and went out.

At the age of fifteen, Yang Long experienced many unimaginable ups and downs, and became a second lieutenant in the army at the age of eighteen.

Just when he had performed several almost impossible missions and accumulated a large number of meritorious deeds, and his future was bright, Yang Long suddenly took off his military uniform and returned home.

Yang Long, who had enough experience outside, suppressed the differences within the family in a short period of time and became the leader of the ancient martial arts family, and then challenged other families.

However, in a few years, under his iron-blooded conquest, he unified the ancient martial arts world of the entire Chinese country and became the first person in the ancient martial arts of the East.

Countless of the strongest ancient martial arts families in the world were defeated by him, and even one person single-handedly severely damaged seven of the strongest ancient martial arts families in the Western world, and faintly became the first person in the world for a while.

Just when the family was at its peak, Yang Long suddenly disappeared secretly and became incognito, becoming the "king" of the Western underground world.

However, the "king" also suddenly disappeared at the most glorious time, bringing the world a bloody and cruel undefeated legend.

Even Yang Long himself didn't know why he took the initiative to go through so many ups and downs, as if there was an invisible hand of fate pushing behind him.

Every time he reached the pinnacle of a certain realm, Yang Long felt endless emptiness and dissatisfaction, so he would abandon everything again and again and start over in an unfamiliar environment.

However, nothing could bring stability to Yang Long, and it was not until he created an ancient combat technique that was incomparably powerful and even comparable to a hot weapon, "Qi Jin", that Yang Long knew what he had been looking for.

The end of ancient martial arts, breakthroughs again and again, these can bring temporary comfort to Yang Long's empty soul.

But it's too late, human life is always limited! The short life of human beings is destined to not give Yang Long a chance to realize his dream.

The last time I fell asleep was only thirty minutes, but I dreamed of my mother again, although her old man had passed away for half a century, Yang Long could still recall the scene before her death.

"Long'er, you should actually be an ordinary person, you are carrying too many things" The mother's words were interrupted by herself before she could finish speaking.

What did you say? Yang Long frowned, his head was confused, the failure of his body caused the blurring of his memory, no matter what, Yang Long couldn't remember what he said at that time.

Bang~

A loud bang in the distance pulled Yang Long back to reality from his confusion, and then violent explosions and continuous gunfire were heard everywhere in the manor, and although the security personnel were taken aback, they all came to their posts in an orderly manner according to the predetermined defense plan to prepare for battle.

Jingle bell~

The phone rang suddenly.

"Master, the information is correct, and they did it. Pressing the answer button, the deep voice of "Manniu" sounded in the mobile phone: "Please instruct!"

"Go little Billy, if the situation is not right, you can go, I have given it to you" The phone had already hung up, and only a blind tone of beet~beep~beep~beep~ came out of the earpiece.

Throwing away the mobile phone with the same expression, and drinking the coffee in his hand, Yang Long paced back to the study in front of the Stanway grand piano and sat down, his wrinkled hands jumping on the flexible keys, and a beautiful piece of music slowly played.

In the living room on the first floor of the villa, throwing away the crushed mobile phone in his hand, "Manniu" slowly walked out of the door, listening to Beethoven's "Piano Music" sounding upstairs, and the green tendons on the forehead of this black man in his fifties were beating.

Countless fighters die on the stage every day in the underground black boxing stadium, and the income is so high that even the devil is greedy makes the person in charge of the boxing stadium do illegal things, kidnapping some helpless and unappreciated people to become a major source of fighters.

At that time, he was only seventeen years old, and he was an orphan and still in college, and the "wild bull" appeared on the stage of life and death.

Although he was born with a ruthless spirit and a strong body, the little boy who had no fighting skills at all inevitably went to a dead end.

It was at this time that Yang Long appeared and rescued him, eventually making him a powerhouse ranked No.30 in the world of the underworld.

He has always regarded himself as a "king" housekeeper, and he followed Yang Long to retire in his thirties, and his only hobby is to adopt a large number of poor orphans to train them to adulthood.

More than ten years have passed, and the black strong man who was upright and in his prime has also grown old.

Now Yang Long actually wants him to run away alone, which is one thing that makes him feel insulted!

"I, Bill Os, will never let you bastards get near your master, even if it costs me my life!"

After swearing in a low voice, the "wild bull" gently closed the door of the villa and quickly ran in the direction where the gunshots and explosions were most intense.