Edmonton Road, Shanghai SIPG Seafood Hotpot.

Fu Rao, four or five little brothers, and Erbin and other core veterans of Bai Tao's family, a total of more than ten people were eating hot pot and chatting in the lobby on the second floor.

"Rao, brother is right. We have Mercedes-Benz and BMW, but we have a humanity! To be honest, no one in the room could say anything, but I shouldn't keep my mouth open, so I don't say anything... I'm too scrupulous and have a basket." Erbin raised his white wine glass with emotion and said to Fu Rao.

"...I understand that you have your difficulties." Fu Rao's face turned pale, and his thin cheeks collapsed in a few days, looking quite haggard.

"You are injured and can't drink it, I'll do it." Erbin said this and raised his wine glass, then he immediately drank more than two taels of white wine.

"...Maoming is fucking enough! Brothers have been here for so many years, so if we have something to do, you can tell me privately! He had to call my elder brother and force you to take the result. This matter is indeed too much...!" Another middle-aged man also sighed.

"From now on the Bai family, Maoming is Maoming, and I am me. I can work together, but I can't make friends!" Fu Rao paused at this point, then swept the people on the table and continued to add: "But our affairs have nothing to do with you. What should you and Maoming do and what should you do!"

"Raaaaa, when it comes to temperament, we are not as good as you...! Middle-aged nodded and agreed.

...

On the other side, on the street towards Edmonton Road, Daqi drove the car, and Maoming sat in the back seat.

"...I found that you are so fuckingly scheming. If you don't show up between you and Fu Rao, what's wrong with me? He wants to give me some expression. Can I get off the stage?" Daqi muttered irritably.

"You know jb. Fu Rao and I have completely broken up this time. If I go, he will not drive me out?" Maoming frowned and loosened his collar.

"You fucking said you're tearing your face apart, so what's the point of playing with this JB?" Daqi picked up the expensive watch box placed in the co-pilot and threw it on the seat again.

"With Brother Tao here, even if I have a broken-up relationship with him, I will have to be able to live on the surface! Do you think I bought this watch for him? I fucking bought it for Brother Tao! He hoped I would do this, do you know?" Maoming explained patiently.

"...I think you're going to talk about this too much. Disagreement means disagreement. Why do you do these twists and turns?" Daqi curled his lips in disgust.

"When did you learn to turn, when did you become an adult! He is so fucking that he is 40 years old, so he doesn't understand the worldly style.

"Maoming sighed helplessly.

"Don't teach me jb, I'll tell you, this time, who do you want to look for next time?" Daqi gave a vaccination in advance...

"In the Bai family, you are the only brother! If you don't bother you, who should I bother?" Maoming sighed and said seriously.

"...Fuck, you can get goosebumps in my body." Daqi smiled, his heart warm, but he replied with a stubborn mouth.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the door of Shanghai SIPG hot pot. Daqi opened the car door and walked down with a watch box. When Maoming saw Daqi's thin body walking in, he grinned and drove away directly.

...

Meanwhile, in the alley behind Congress.

"Where are people?" A rusty and mottled sandstorm barrel was directly pressed on a young man's head.

"...Brother, you can just take a gun...I am Maoming's younger brother. If you ask me, I will just say... He is in Shanghai SIPG hotpot and is having dinner with a few friends about joining the team." The young man leaned against the wall with sweat on his forehead, motionless.

"Swish."

The man holding the sandstorm glanced at the work card on the young man's chest, and then said word by word: "Xiaofa, right? I remember you! Today, I have never come to see you, and you didn't tell me anything! But if I go to Shanghai SIPG hotpot and don't see him, then you'd better run faster... Otherwise, if I catch you, you will suffer...!"

"Brother, you don't have to scare me... I just make a living... I won't make things difficult for anyone." The young man nodded repeatedly.

"Swish." The man holding the sand spray turned around and left.

...

In the hot pot hotel, there were expensive watch boxes on the table, and the flag sat on the stool, lowered its head and cut its nails. Fu Rao was wearing a coat and pajamas inside, and sat next to the flag without any expression on his face, without saying a word.

The atmosphere of the wine party instantly became extremely dull, and Erbin and others also smoked silently, and there was only the boiling sound of hot pot on the table.

"I'm here, you can take it." Daqi was silent for a long time, lowered his head and blew the nail debris on his legs, and said in a hoarse tone.

"Daqi, I can ask for the watch you gave me. But I really can't accept what Maoming asked you to take." Fu Rao replied simply.

"Isn't it a family?" Daqi looked up at Fu Rao.

"Bang!"

Fu Rao slapped his hand on the table, looked at Daqi and said, "I have only four fingers, and the blood has not dried yet! Who am I a family!"

"...Rare!" Daqi opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"Daqi, go, come with me to the toilet." The middle-aged man who was talking before pulled up Daqi without saying a word and walked towards the toilet.

Daqi glanced at Fu Rao, but did not refuse. He was thin and followed the middle-aged man to the bathroom.

"Brother, stop getting involved! He's fucking his fingers. Can Fu Rao get over this hurdle in his heart?" After arriving at the toilet, the middle-aged man persuaded him earnestly.

At the wine table.

"If you don't give Maoming a face, why don't you give Daqi a face?" Erbin stretched his neck and asked Fu Rao.

"Daqi is straightforward, I don't have any disgust with him! But I can't ask for any watches." Fu Rao replied simply.

"Tread..."

Footsteps sounded in the stairwell on the second floor.

A figure was wearing a leather jacket, her trousers were covered with black soil unique to the wilderness, and walked up steadily.

"Why is this person so familiar?" Erbin swept to the entrance of the stairs, squinted his eyes and said.

"Swish." Fu Rao could turn around, but the person wearing a leather jacket had already walked to him.

"Yu Liang!" Erbin jumped up.

"Sit down!" Yu Liang suddenly slapped Erbin's shoulders with both hands, then glanced at the table, and said with a smile: "Are they all here? Do you know me, Yu Liang?"

Everyone said nothing, but Fu Rao was stunned and did not react at all.

"Hold!"

A young man picked up a bottle of wine and started running.

"Crash!" Yu Liang took out a sand spray from his arms, stopped directly on the man's head and shouted: "Fuck your mother! The wine bottle is so good, and the gun is so good?"

"Yu Liang! What the hell do you mean?" Fu Rao was seriously injured and was about to stand up with difficulty!

"Bang!"

Yu Liang's hand is just a slap in his mouth.

"flap!"

A crisp sound appeared on Fu Rao's face, and his body and a stool fell to the ground.

"Fuck your mother, I came with a gun! What do you mean?" Yu Liang pointed to Fu Rao on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Hulala!"

The remaining ** individuals rushed directly to Yu Liang.

"Kang!"

The gunshots, and the wine table is splashed by debris, and two people are swept down by iron sand and steel balls on the spot!

"Crazy!" Yu Liang held a gun in his right hand, instantly pulled open his leather jacket with his left hand, and directly leaked out the brown stick-shaped object wrapped around his waist. Then he shouted with a strong voice: "I'm going to die! Fuck your mother, are you okay? Come, if you have any, just talk, I'll see who wants to go with me!!"

Everyone was stunned.
Chapter completed!