Jiulong Tsim Shazui, with a gust of cold wind, rolling up the fallen leaves and flowers on the streets, dark clouds, swallowing the red blood sunset in the sky.

In the empty and quiet and quiet church of St. Andre, a priest of a moderate figure, about 60 years old, wearing a loose black robe, wearing a sterling silver cross, holding a black leather and gold-plated Bible in his hand, walked slowly towards the confessional...

"Child, why are you uneasy and why are you worried?" The priest's voice, with an irresistible majesty in his kindness, seemed to contain a magic that can easily make people willing to obey and surrender.

"Father, I am very sinful and have made an unforgivable mistake." In the confessional room, Yang Lu wore a black dress, her long hair was messy, and her face was curled up on the ground with helplessness and self-blame.

"There are sins in the world and darkness in the world. You suffer for it, you are not forgiven, ignored, or even ruthlessly trampled under your feet. Are you uncomfortable?"

Yang Lu held her arms and shivered, and choked, "I feel very uncomfortable, Father, help me," she said.

"Child, don't be sad, don't be afraid, don't worry, don't be worried, give yourself to the Lord, pray at all times, believe in the Lord, and let the Lord's Immaculate Heart guide you and comfort you,"

Two lines of clear tears quietly slid down from their pale face, and Yang Lu said tremblingly: "But... I am pregnant, I am pregnant with an innocent child... I originally wanted to take revenge on him... Father, I want to abort the fetus,"

"Child, this fetus is the most beautiful fruit given to you by the Virgin Mary. You must accept it, bless it, and keep it carefully. From then on, your mother's heart will no longer sink into the mud, and will never be defiled by any darkness and sin. It will always be as clear as a spring and as bright as the sun. Child, read with me,"

Yang Lu quietly wiped away the tears from her face, closed her eyes and nodded gently, "Yeah,"

Father: "These hardships are testing my faith," Yang Lu: "These hardships are testing my faith,"

Father: "See if I am pure and strong enough,"... Yang Lu: "See if I am pure and strong enough,"

Father: "My faith will be tested," Yang Lu: "My faith will be tested,"

Father: "It's like flames that make gold shining more," Yang Lu: "It's like flames that make gold shining more,"

Father: “My faith is for my Lord,”…Yang Lu: “My faith is for my Lord,”

Father: "It is more precious than gold," Yang Lu: "It is more precious than gold,"

Father: "If I am still loyal after the experience," Yang Lu: "If I am still loyal after the experience,"

Father: "I will be more glorious and more praiseworthy," Yang Lu: "I will be more glorious and more praiseworthy,"

Father: "When that day comes,"…Yang Lu: "When that day comes,"

Father: "God is with me,"…Yang Lu: "God is with me,"

Father: "Amen,"…Yang Lu: "Amen,"

In the confession room, Yang Lu sat on the wall, her eyes closed, her mood was clear, and she was silent for a long time before she whispered: "Brother Ju, I want to kill Liang Zhaokang,"

Outside the confession room, Yin Guoju sighed and advised: "Damn it, God will punish God and punish God. Why do you have to let your hands get bloody again?"

Yang Lu frowned, stood up and walked out of the confession room, slowly walked out of the church. After walking about 30 meters, she stopped and turned around, looking at Yin Guoju who was ten steps behind her and asked, "Brother Ju, will you come back from the world one day in the future?"

Yin Guoju pinched the cross hanging on his chest, looked up at the statue of Jesus, and said sadly: "Go out of the world again, who will I fight with in the world today?"

Yang Lu was silent: The world today is no longer the same as Yin Guoju or the same generation. Yubo, who is as famous as Yin Guoju, has already washed his hands and retired from Malacca. He is the current leader of Dafei, and has rarely even appeared. The two leaders of the New Yian are doing well in the legitimate industry and are very happy. They are already tired of gang revenge and avoid them. And now those who are in charge of the overall situation or are in charge of the hall are either a generation lower than him, such as He Shenghe. Speaking to Kusen, Chen Haonan, Zhang Yaoyang, Gui Tian, ​​Du Lianshun, Huang Jinqiang and others, either they can't compare with him, such as He Shenghe's little ears, black meat Rong, and fat chickens in Xin Yian. If Yin Guoju reappears in the world, facing these younger generations, younger generations, and younger generations, he can't even compete for a territory. If he shows a little domineering, the media reporters will make a long talk and boast about him for relying on his seniority and bullying the small ones.

"Then... Brother Ju, why don't you go back to Macau to build a casino?" After all, Macau is the birthplace of 14k, and the casino is also managed by Yin Guoju.

Unexpectedly, Yin Guoju's face changed and she snorted coldly: "The court ordered me not to leave Hong Kong for the rest of my life."

...

Qingdao Municipal Hospital.

In the ward, Cheng Shaohua was lying quietly on the hospital bed, with a rare tranquility and comfort on his handsome and firm face.

The saline water drips slowly, and the even breathes are deep and long. Half a dream and half awake, I feel a mouth-watering fragrance of chicken coming. I can't help but move my throat, open my eyes and shout, "Mom, is it a chicken?"

Only a woman replied, "It's a chicken, but I'm not your mother,"

Cheng Shaohua stood up and looked in shock. He saw Qingyun sitting at the end of the hospital bed, holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup, pouting his sexy little mouth and blowing gently.

Cheng Shaohua widened his eyes, was stunned for a while before asking, "Why is it you, my mother?"

"I'm back," Qingyun stood up, brought the bowl close to Cheng Shaohua and said, "Come on, drink it while it's hot, your mother cooked it myself,"

Cheng Shaohua muttered in his heart: Of course, my mother made it. If you weren't able to make such fragrant chicken soup, but now he still owes the other party a car, and he dares not offend her too much. He just asked in confusion: "How did you know that I've entered the hospital and how the guards let you in?"

Qingyun glanced at him angrily and said, "I'll go to the Public Security Bureau to find you. I heard that you were beaten into the hospital by a group of thieves, so I came over with your subordinate named Jiang,"

Cheng Shaohua couldn't hold his face anymore and defended him angrily: "What a little thief, the other party even used sniper rifles, submachine guns, and bazooka. He was simply a terrorist. I just hung up without wearing a bulletproof vest."

"Okay, okay, it's not your food. It's really the enemy is too powerful. I understand," Qingyun put the bowl to his mouth and urged, "Drink quickly, I promise my mother-in-law to feed you while it's hot."

Cheng Shaohua said in horror: "What... what mother-in-law, what did you say to my mother?"

Qingyun smiled proudly and said, "I didn't say anything, really, I just called her "Mom,"

"Damn," Cheng Shaohua stretched out his left hand and raised his thumb, and said fiercely, "You are amazing,"

"It's a prize," Qingyun took a spoon and scooped it to his mouth and tasted it carefully. He nodded and said, "It's not hot anymore, drink it, hey... you won't think I'm dirty, right?"

Cheng Shaohua said innocently: "Where is it?"

"Okay, that's what you said," Qingyun smiled sly, picked up the bowl and took a sip of chicken soup, and smiled and pursed his lips and leaned against his mouth.

Cheng Shaohua's eyes lit up in surprise, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. He couldn't help but open his mouth and kissed Qingyun's little mouth.

"Yeah~~~" The breath was heavy and rapid, the warm tongue was flexibly entangled, and the chicken soup flowed in the mouth like a stream...

However, just as the two of them were in love, an inappropriate noise rang out of the ward: "Boss, Information Department... Uh..."

The visitor was Xiao Jiang who had just run from the other brothers' ward. After seeing the two of them being caught with red faces, they did not tactfully avoid it, but continued to stand at the door of the ward with shameless face and watch them.

Cheng Shaohua coughed dryly: "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter?"

Xiao Jiang said seriously: "Boss, the Information Department just called: Zhao Da's mobile phone was turned on 3 minutes ago. According to the signal tracked, Zhao Da is currently in Tongluo Bay, Hong Kong,"

...

Weilanxuan Hotel.

"Hmph, hoho, hohohohohohohohohohohohoho,"

Han Long was bare-armed, tied his right arm, and tirelessly waved his left fist towards a coat hanging on the hanger. While punching, his body kept dodging and swinging left and right randomly.

The height of the coat is hung according to the height of the gecko. Han Long hits each punch at the right waist of the coat, and sways left and right, which shows that the fist is fierce.

"No, these punches are too strong," Shi Dahai commented with a lunch box chopstick, "With your punch speed, the other party has enough time to avoid it."

Under normal circumstances, the faster the punching speed, the smaller the punching force is. Because the faster the punching speed, the less time and distance to explode. This is why in boxing matches, the most common and hit rate is the jab that has no lethality and can only win points; and the greater the punching force, the slower the punching speed is, because when you use a heavy punch, the charging force will cause obvious changes in local muscles, and the punching trajectory is also longer, so like a hook punch with huge lethality, punching, and hitting ten punches may not necessarily hit a punch.

"Damn it," Han Long cursed angrily, shaking the sweat on his forehead, "I think my fist speed is too fast, and then I say I'm too slow, you're playing with a monkey,"

Shi Dahai smiled, comfortably grabbed a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He pointed to Han Long's tied right arm and said, "Practice honestly. There is no shortcut or trick to grasp the size of speed and strength. You can only practice hard with your heart."

In order to improve the sensitivity of Han Long's left fist, Shi Dahai tied up his right arm and asked him to use his left hand in the past few days. Even if he was wiping his butt with a large size, he had to use his left hand.

"Fuck, have supper first," Han Long swallowed his saliva by Shi Dahai's greedy greed. He pulled a towel to smear on his face, clumsyly picked up the chopsticks, and ate them together with the lunch box.

"Drip, drip, drip,"

Shi Dahai put down his chopsticks and answered the phone: "What's the matter with you?"...

"Causeway Bay," Shi Dahai sat upright and asked in a deep voice, "He is coming to Hong Kong,"...

"Why do I need to check it? How do I check it?" Shi Dahai said in shock, "You Qingdao police are all dead,"...

"I'm really convinced you," said Shi Dahai hung up the phone in disappointment. He picked up a toothpick and asked, "You are old, I'll ask something: Have you heard of Zhao Batian from Heshenghe?"

Han Long was stunned, blinked his eyes and asked, "What a god,"

Shi Dahai said angrily: "Zhao Batian, what the hell do you eat earwax every day,"

Han Long shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, why? Is this person related to the arrival of night?" Shi Dahai called just now, and he could already guess a rough idea.
Chapter completed!