The villa had been completely razed to the ground, leaving only the empty frame poking into the darkness of the night.

A lame Zhang Zhenhai walked up to me and comforted, "There's no point in staying here anymore."

"Otherwise, let's go first."

I suddenly had the feeling of peeling off my skin and bones, and I could hear the sounds outside, but my brain was no longer reacting.

Until there was a slap on my face, I suddenly regained my senses.

Zhang Zhenhai repeated what he had just said: "There will be an explosion if you can't keep it in a while, let's go!"

"Let's go."

I sat on the ground slowly and sighed, "Zhang Shaoshan threw his life in, and Ji Canghai didn't come out, I don't want to run this time."

"I don't want to let someone die for me all the time."

Tears flowed from Zhang Zhenhai's walnut-like eyes: "It's because they're all gone, you should live well."

At that moment, there was a noise in the collapsed ruins, but the vision was too dark to see anything clearly.

"Lao Tzu has nine lives, and he can't die!"

A rickety black shadow stood up, and Ji Canghai's voice also came out.

I thought it was a hallucination, and it took me a long time to tighten my throat: "Erhai?"

At this time, I could already see this figure moving towards me, and Zhang Zhenhai waved at Ma San'er.

"Come up, all of you."

Ma San'er's people formed an arc-shaped encirclement, encircling me and Zhang Zhenhai.

The figure was getting closer and closer to me, and he was so dark that he couldn't see it at all.

I know that Zhang Zhenhai is worried that Chen Changming is not dead.

"Get up!"

The figure pushed Ma San'er away and squeezed in along the crowd.

The moment he hugged me, the tears were no longer out of my control, and the tumult began to flow.

Not to mention that Ji Canghai appeared in front of me alive, even if there are any missing parts, I am willing.

In the middle of the night, I pushed him hard, looked at his dark face and scolded angrily.

"You're a ***!"

Ji Canghai put his arms around me and laughed loudly: "I'm afraid that old bastard won't die, so I stuffed the kitchen gas canister into the basement."

"Let me tell you, Chen Changming is a Transformers possession today, and Lao Tzu will also make him a scrap metal!"

I inadvertently glanced back, and suddenly saw Zhang Zhenhai's shadow.

I hurriedly gave Ji Canghai a look: "Let's talk about it later."

Zhang Shaoshan and Zhang Zhenhai are cousins, and Ji Canghai sent the gas canister to the basement, which can indeed make Chen Changming crushed into slag.

However, this is also tantamount to erasing the possibility of Zhang Shaoshan surviving.

Although everyone can understand that the matter has come to this point, it is too cruel to say something in front of people with relatives and friends.

"Ahem."

Zhang Zhenhai cleared his throat and walked up: "If there is such a big thing, don't mess around, go to my place to avoid it."

"If there are any survivors of his henchmen, it won't be good to catch anyone."

That's the truth, and I nodded to myself, "Okay, then let's borrow your place to hide first."

We all had injuries on our bodies, but luckily there were no one at night, and it wasn't unusual for us to walk on the road.

When he arrived at the Zhenhai bar, Zhang Zhenhai waved his hand weakly: "Put down the door, it's closed."

With the benefit of Zhang Zhenhai, everyone went upstairs one after another.

Zhang Zhenhai was the first to go to the private room, sat in the corner and smoked a cigar, and did not speak from beginning to end.

The atmosphere was depressing.

In the middle of the night, I broke the silence with a sigh: "Let's count the number of people."

"It's all raised by my father and mother, and I can't die without even moving."

I suddenly felt a little heavy in my heart, and rubbed my face vigorously until my palms and face felt hot.

"The monument that should be erected, those who can lose money lose money, and those who can't lose ......"

I couldn't help but look at Zhang Zhenhai: "If you can't lose it, I'll be a cow and a horse!"

"Huh."

Zhang Zhenhai suddenly laughed, and then snuffed out the cigar in his hand: "Brother, you don't have to be so careful when you speak."

"Whoever lives and who dies is a certain number of fate, and you don't need to be a cow or a horse."

He raised his head a little stiffly and exhaled the last puff of smoke, "On the contrary, we want to thank you."

"You ......," I looked at him incredulously, "you want to thank me?"