Chapter 135 [Uncle Seventh and Eighth Master] (Part 2)

"Vietnamese! Damn it actually touched my nest! It seems that the incident last month made them anxious." Uncle Qi sighed: "I was blocked at home. If it weren't for this kid, I would have finished." After a pause, he added: "This kid seems to be good at playing with guns, but unfortunately he can't play with guns."

"Well." Eighth Master knocked on the table with his left hand with only three fingers. The seemingly peaceful gaze turned around twice... To be honest, his eyes seemed calm, but it really shot on his body, which made people feel uncomfortable! It was a kind of gaze that seemed to be able to see through, a kind of scrutiny!

"Lao Qi just said what your name is... Well, Chen Yang isn't it?"

I nodded: "Just call me Xiaowu."

"Okay, you settle down with me first." He smiled: "My surname is Fang, but I am not a relative with that Fatty Fang. You saw that I only have eight fingers, so everyone outside here calls me 'Fang Ba Finger'. If you want, just call me Eighth Master. With my age, I don't take advantage of you."

His smile was peaceful, and the faint and elegant feeling made people feel like spring breeze...

But his temperament makes me feel a little uncomfortable!

Because his style, his temperament, and his expression are all very similar to a person!

Brother Huan!

Master Ba pressed a button on the table and immediately opened the back door and two men came in: "You can push Uncle Qi out to rest first, and find a doctor to come and check him." He explained a few words in a calm tone.

Uncle Qi wanted to say something, but he looked at Eighth Master, looked at me, and didn't speak, but just patted me on the shoulder. Then the two men came respectfully and pushed him out.

I felt aroused in my heart and understood. This eighth master had something to say to me.

My face was silent. I just looked at him quietly. He smiled slightly and pointed to a chair next to me: "Sit down."

Then he smiled at me politely, "You wait a moment."

Immediately, he pressed the button again. This time he came in a man wearing a very clean work clothes. Master Eighth said quickly: "There was something happened at Uncle Qi's house today. It was done by Vietnamese... I am worried about the matter last month. You checked all the news in Chinatowns. How did you release the news? Communication with several Chinese associations to see them... Well..." He looked at me and didn't say it, but the man already understood and nodded and went out.

I could see that the man came in and out, whether walking or standing, his body was straight. He walked very straight, with obvious traces from the army on his body.

Then the Eighth Master sighed, walked to the side, poured a glass of water with an old thermos that looked a little rusty, and smiled and signaled me not to be polite.

"Xiao Wu. Yes?" He looked at me with a smile: "Tell me about your affairs. What trouble have you caused in China?"

I pondered for a moment and reiterated the words I said to Uncle Qi in the car.

Eighth Master didn't speak, and kept listening quietly, tapping his fingers on the table, one by one, as if with some strange rhythm.

Because the rhythm of his finger tapping was so strange, I couldn't help but be taken away by that rhythm several times, and the tone of my speech changed a little.

Master Eighth smiled, felt my discomfort and said, "Oh, sorry, this is my old habit."

I suddenly felt aroused in my heart. I suddenly remembered that the rhythm of his tapping his finger was tapped according to the rhythm of an old song "Oriental Red"!

After I finished speaking, he gently touched his eyebrows and said slowly: "Well, according to you, your troubles in China have already been resolved... Qinghong people already thought you were dead. Is it? Someone helped me make a fake corpse... Then you should be out of trouble."

"Yes." I shook my head. The muscles in the corners of my eyes hopped gently: "If you have any trouble, help me arrange it so that the outside world thinks that I am dead... I also want to kill me to silence..."

Master Ba suddenly laughed: "Okay. You don't need to explain much, I understand. You are not the first or the last one in this kind of thing." He shook his head: "But I have a question to ask you now. This question is very important. You can answer me after you have thought about it."

"Okay!" I nodded.

"You are here in Canada now. No matter who wants to lose you in China, his power cannot reach here, so no one will chase you here. You are safe now. I need to figure out your own ideas." Eighth Master said slowly: "You were sent by Fatty Fang, I can tell you very clearly that Fatty Fang is our brother, and we absolutely believe in the person he sent... But I have to figure out your own ideas first."

I looked at him.

Master Ba suddenly laughed: "You saw it at Lao Qi's house today... We are not ordinary business here, nor are we doing ordinary things. In other words, we are not good people! If you just want to run away here to live a stable life, then for Fatty Fang's friendship, I will find a way to get you a legal identity, give you some money, give you a legal identity in Canada, and help you find a job, or let you do a business in Chinatown. In that case, you will live here with peace of mind, live safely until you grow old, and live your little life. And I promise that with us, you will not be bullied by others in normal times."

I still didn't say anything, and I was still watching him quietly.

"Another way... is, you join us." Master Ba sighed: "Fatty Fang, since he sent you here, he didn't say a word. He probably meant that you have to decide these for yourself. But I remind you that if you join us, don't think about continuing to live a stable life. Canada is not hell... but in the same way, this is not a paradise!"

I looked at him quietly, then changed my seating position, looked at a box of cigarettes on his desk, hesitated for a moment, and pointed: "Is that OK?"

"Oh, of course." Master Eighth smiled and threw the cigarette box at me.

I pulled out one and lit it: "I haven't smoked for a few days at sea, I'm so tired."

"It is quite difficult to jump into the sea. Now many people choose to jump into the plane." Eighth Master said with a faint smile.

I know that what he said about jumping into the sea and jumping into the airplane are all slander, meaning smuggling by boat and smuggling by plane.

I took a sip of the cigarette, and the long-lost smell of tobacco turned around my lungs. I couldn't help but sigh, then raised my eyes, looked at Master Eighth and said solemnly: "Master Eighth! I actually thought about this question before I came."

"Yeah." He made a gesture and asked me to continue.

"Actually, in China, Brother Fang suggested that I go to the northwest or southwest to find a small mountainous county town to live in, and then be a good citizen and live a life of peace, but I refused." I slowly vomited and looked into his eyes: "I will never forget what I experienced in China! I originally had my own life, a house, and a woman I like... but because..." I coughed, and used the cough to cover up the muscles in the corners of my eyes and the expression on my face, and said quickly: "I have lost all this! I was chased like a betrayal dog! Every day after opening my eyes, the first thing I did was to be glad myself

I can live one more day! At the same time, I pray that God will continue to be lucky today! Later I realized... I was chased so badly because I was a villain! A villain with nothing! I am very good at fighting! I can fight several of them one by one. On the night when I was in Guangzhou, I was alone with a knife and slashed a dozen people on the street! But what's the use? I only have one person, only one pair of hands..." I gritted my teeth and stared at the Eighth Master: "I only have one life! I don't care about fighting for my life... But I only have one life, and after fighting, I will be gone... But the people who chased me have so many lives in their hands!"

The Eighth Master didn't say anything.

"I thought it very clearly. I don't want to find a place, and then hide like a mouse. I don't want to live a lifetime of hiding my identity! I don't want to hide my head and tail every day, for fear that others will recognize me! I don't want to live such a life!" I gritted my teeth and said, "If I am willing to live that kind of life, I don't have to take such a big risk to come to Canada! I came to try to break a path. I told myself, and I also told my elder brother... One day, I will go back with a glorious and swagger!!"

The Eighth Master still didn't say anything, but just quietly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it himself.

"I almost lost everything about me for this matter! I abandoned my family and wife, and what did I get..." I smiled hatefully: "What I got was the saying 'I'm sorry, you must die'. As a result, I have nothing left now, family, women, friends, work, life... nothing left. Even the family affection I originally regarded as father and brother is gone! I ran away, fought all the way, and hid all the way... There were many times when I almost died, but I just didn't want to die! I told myself that I must go back alive!"

The more I said that, the more I felt excited, and a burst of blood surged in my heart. Suddenly, a hot movie I watched when I was young came out of my mind. I remembered a line that resonated with me seriously at this moment!

"I must go back! It's not because I want to prove that I can, but because I want others to know! What I have lost will definitely be brought back by myself!!!"
Chapter completed!