Peng Ling knew Xie Wendong's identity, and Xie Wendong also knew that she knew. Of course, he would not take the initiative to open the skylight, which was the forbidden area between the two. He smiled bitterly and sighed: "People are people after all. No matter how smart they are, they will encounter difficulties. When others help you when you are in trouble, you have to pay it back. This is the truth of being a human being. I owe someone a favor, no matter what method I use, it must be clean." Peng Ling knew who he was referring to, tears fell on his face, and his voice was dry and hoarse, "What about me?"

Xie Wendong was shocked, surrounded her slender and strong waist, and said without hesitation: "You are the person I love the most in my life!"

Peng Ling did not say anything, but Xie Wendong's hand was wet with water, and her tears. He increased his strength with his arms, as if he wanted to hug Peng Ling into his body, and melted Peng Ling's heart. He leaned over and kissed her slightly open red lips for him. Peng Ling was unwilling to accept that she did not intend to let Xie Wendong go so easily, and struggled violently, but soon, her resistance was melted into water in Xie Wendong's hot mouth. Women were made of water, and I don't know who said such classic words. Even if she was as hard as ice, she would still be melted under the fire. Although Xie Wendong was not a fire, Peng Ling was definitely not an iceberg to him.

Peng Ling fell asleep. In Xie Wendong's arms, tears still hang on her eyelashes like small fans. He put his movements lightly, slowly pulled out his arm pillow under her head, pulled over the pillow pad, supported her somewhat messy hair, sighed, turned over and sat up from the bed. He slowly moved his arms, but his heart was sweet. However, the worry did not disappear because of Peng Ling's calmness. He still couldn't find a solution to the problem. Can Peng Ling accommodate Jin Rong? Or can Jin Rong accept Peng Ling? Also, he still couldn't understand how he felt about Jin Rong, and Xiaoyu and Xiaomei... Xie Wendong cursed quietly and walked to the balcony. Open the window, the cold air cleared his mind.

Some, since I can't think of the reason, I simply don't think about it. There is a way to go when I arrive in the mountain. Xie Wendong smiled bitterly, lit the smoke, took a long sip, and slowly savored it. The few easily climbed up to the heart, and his exhausted nerves were slightly relaxed. He had never told others that he had tired, but in fact, he was not. The pressure he had to bear far exceeds his age. The future of the two gangs, the wealth and lives of countless people were in his hands. A deviation, I don't know how many people would die because of it, and I don't know how many brothers would die in the world. He didn't think about these, but Xie Wendong was a principled person. Since he chose one path, he would definitely continue to walk, but he chose multiple paths in terms of women.

Xie Wendong smoked and accidentally saw a person in the dark corner of the stairs downstairs opposite. The man was also smoking. If it weren't for the scarlet cigarette butts flashing suddenly, he wouldn't have noticed the existence of this person. The man was hiding in the corner, and the distance was far. He gathered his eyes and couldn't see clearly his appearance, but he felt that his figure was not very tall. He was sure that this person was not strong, and he came to himself. He didn't react anyway, and he still gagged his eyes on himself, afraid of arousing the alertness of the man.

He secretly took out his cell phone and called Gao Qiang. Gao Qiang was doing nothing in the car at this time. It was past ten o'clock in the evening. He was always sleepy when he was alone. He put his hands behind his head, raised his legs on the car, closed his eyes and listened to the cassette, and was in a daze. Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing, and cursed impatiently, and then slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the call, it turned out to be Xie Wendong. He was shocked and woke up a lot, and he hurriedly answered. The sound on the other side of the phone was very small, and he could vaguely hear: "There is someone downstairs in the north, catch it."

After saying that, the phone hung up. Gao Qiang was stunned for a moment, scratched his hair, turned his head to look out the window. He didn't see anyone clearly, but there was a small red dot under the north building, which was lit and dark. It was obvious that someone was smoking. He was experienced. After getting off the car, he did not go directly to the north, but in the opposite direction, untied his belt while walking, giving people the feeling of getting off the car. After walking to the building that others could not watch, he quickly accelerated his pace and walked along the path behind the building for a long time.

Xie Wendong saw it right. There was indeed a person hidden below the head of the building opposite. He was not tall and slightly thin. He was wearing black clothes. It was really hard to notice his existence when he leaned against the wall. If he didn't smoke, Xie Wendong wouldn't see him. The corner of Xie Wendong's eyes kept leaving the man, and the man was staring at him motionlessly, but blue smoke flowed out of the two people from time to time. Gao Qiang's movements were very fast and light, and in a flash, he had reached behind the man. His palm spread out, and a black sword like an iron bar fell out of his cuff. Then, his hand tightened and accurately grabbed it.

The fallen knife handle, this knife is one and a half feet long, black and inconspicuous, but the murderous aura on it is so heartbroken! When Gao Qiang was five steps away from the man, he stood up and thought to himself. At such a close distance, the other party turned his back to him again, and he was confident that a knife could easily kill the man. Just when he was about to capture this man alive, the man suddenly spoke without looking back, but his voice was cold and hoarse as if he came from hell, and said, "It's better not to do what you want to do in your heart. You are not my opponent. I don't want to kill people today."

Gao Qiang simply wondered if his ears were wrong, or he was talking to another person. His eyes quickly glanced at him for a week, but he was disappointed. His ears were fine, and there was no one around him. Obviously, he was talking to himself. How could this be possible? Gao Qiang couldn't figure it out, and a hint of chill rose in his heart. "Do you know I'm here?!" No matter how surprised he was, there was no fluctuation in Gao Qiang's voice. The man didn't look back, and he didn't even move. "Of course, I knew you were here to look for me when you got off the car, and the footsteps of your walking were too loud." The man's voice was hoarse as if he was slashing the glass with a stone, which made people feel itchy when he heard it. Gao Qiang frowned, not because of his voice, but what he said. He smiled slightly and said coldly: "Friend, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, in short, I'm not your friend." The man turned slowly, revealing a cold and ruthless face.

This man looked like he was in his early thirties, with a flat face as sharp as a knife, pale as paper, and his facial features seemed to be painted on it, and his whole face was flat. Gao Qiang was very brave, but after seeing the other person's appearance, he shivered and almost screamed: Ghost! I thought to myself, good guy, this person is really enough... He couldn't come up with a suitable word to describe this person, saying that he was ugly, but in fact, his facial features were good, and it might be a good fortune to make people feel good. The originally good facial features came to his face and changed their taste, giving people an indescribable sense of discomfort. Gao Qiang sighed in his heart and asked, "Friend, what are you here for?"

The man said in a deep voice: "I'm looking for Xie Wendong." "Is something wrong?" "What's the matter?" "You don't deserve to know, let Xie Wendong come down!" Gao Qiang laughed and said, "The corner of his mouth just twitched unnaturally. He lowered his head and gently held the blade, saying: "Since you are not a friend, you have to ask the knife in my hand to agree or not." Before he finished speaking, the black battle knife scraped a black gap and went straight to the other party's chest. There was no false move, so clean that it was not covered with any impurities. It was just as fast, as fast as light and as light as electricity. In less than a blink of an eye, the tip of the knife was approaching the man's chest.

Unfortunately, it was just close. When the blade touched the man's clothes, it could no longer be cut. Gao Qiang's knife was fast, and the man's hand was faster. He wore a pair of gloves made of unknown material on his right hand. It looked very flexible. He didn't see how his arm moved, and he had already grasped the blade firmly, and the gloves were not damaged at all. The man grabbed the blade and said in a lifeless tone: "Look, your knife agrees." "Not necessarily!" Gao Qiang tightened his shoulders and suddenly turned his wrists up. Even if the man was so terrible, he couldn't hold it back and subconsciously relaxed his hands. His hands were loose, but Gao Qiang didn't relax at all. The blade was handed forward and stabbed the man's chest with one knife.

The man had no choice but to retreat, and instantly retreated five steps away before he stood firm. When the evening breeze blew, he felt a chill in front of his chest. He lowered his head to check, and a hole as thick as a finger appeared on his clothes on his chest, which almost hurt his body.

Gao Qiang was shocked. The other party was moving too fast. He didn't even see the man's body movements clearly. He just shook his figure and moved five steps away. This was beyond the limit that humans could reach. Although he was shocked, he did not show it on his face. Looking at the hole in the other party's clothes, he said coldly: "It seems that you are just like this."

The man's pale face was even whiter, like a transparent, with his eyes like a dead fish locked on Gao Qiang's face. He raised his left hand slightly, and pulled out a knife from his waist with an action that was too slow to be slow. An ordinary knife and an iron bar were tied with a white cloth at the end as a knife handle. He raised his hand, his arm was straight, pointing directly at Gao Qiang's throat. He didn't say anything, and raised his legs and took a step forward. From beginning to end, his movements were not fast, but the deterrent power was emitting astonishingly great. If an ordinary person did not need to do it, he could just overwhelm it. Gao Qiang was against countless enemies, and this was the first time such a master had encountered it. His heart swayed, his blood boiled until it burned, and his eyes met the man's eyes that were emitting death aura without fear. The knife was lifted in his hand casually, and he also took a step forward. There was only three steps between the two, which was just within the range of the attack.

Neither of them moved, and they were quietly observing each other, looking for loopholes in their opponents. The sky suddenly blew up the wind, which was chilly, blew up the broken snow on the ground, and lifted up the clothes of the two. A small snowflake fell in Gao Qiang's eyes. He blinked unnaturally, and it was enough for the other party. His arm turned, and the wind blew towards Gao Qiang's throat. Gao Qiang wanted to hide again, but there was no possibility. It was too fast, and its speed exceeded his subconscious. He even felt the cold blade approaching the skin of his throat, and then pierced. Then, with a light click, he thought that this might be the sound of the sharp knife stabbing the neck bone.

"Friend, what a quick knife!" A voice sounded behind the two of them. Gao Qiang thought he was dead this time, but when he heard the sound of his speech, the soul that flew out of the sky pulled back, his body shook, and he murmured: "Brother Dong!" His eyes drooped, and he found that only half of the knife in the other party's hand was left, and the other half pierced into the snow, and bloodshot from the tiger's mouth was flowing down. The man was still expressionless, turned slowly, looked at the person beside him, and said calmly: "What a quick and accurate gun!"

"Your wrist strength is even more admirable." The visitor was Xie Wendong, holding a black pistol in his hand, and the head of the silencer was blushing. He was also surprised. With one shot, the strength was so strong that it was not lost. Although the knife was broken, the handle of the knife did not take off. It can be seen that the man's hand strength was so terrifying. He said softly: "My marksmanship is not good, but sometimes, his luck is surprisingly good. It seems that there is no exception this time." Luck? Gao Qiang looked at Xie Wendong in a silence. He knew the latter's marksmanship. To be honest, he was indeed not very good, but he had to believe the scene in front of him. He interrupted the blade that was stabbed like an electric force. With one shot, he could not do it. His foundation could not do it in a few years. Is it really luck? Gao Qiang thought to himself, and the cold sweat suddenly flowed out. If Xie Wendong was not lucky just now, wouldn't he... he began to be afraid.

"Your luck is really good! You are Xie Wendong, right?" the man asked. Xie Wendong smiled and said, "I hope I didn't disappoint you." "Okay!" the man nodded and said, "Okay! I remember the broken knife today." After that, he walked out of the community. Xie Wendong smiled and looked at his back and said, "You are leaving like this?" "My goal has been achieved." "What purpose?" "Meet Xie Wendong." "Why have to see me?" Xie Wendong asked with a smile. "I want to know what kind of person my future enemy will be." The man stopped and murmured as he looked at the broken knife in his hand. Xie Wendong also looked at his broken knife and said, "Do you think you can still leave?"

The man turned his head, and his gray face finally showed a hint of rosy. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I bet that you can penetrate my head while the broken knife in my hand can also pierce your throat." Xie Wendong didn't know if what he said was true, but he was really not sure that he could shoot his head with one shot. He smiled and asked, "Who sent you?" The man shook his head and waved his hand and said, "Anyway, it won't be your friend!" After that, his body shook a few times and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!