"Open the door." Wang Lang said in Chinese.

The old man opened the door happily.

Seeing Wang Lang is like seeing a VIP, "Come in, come in, come in! Why are you here? Where have you been in the past few years?"

Wang Lang entered the house, and there was a 25-watt light bulb hanging in the house. The house was barely covered with walls and was penniless. There was only a simple window that could not be simpler. There was a bowl on the windowsill and there was still leftover soup that had not been finished.

The old man was a little restrained, "No one is dealt with by any old man, don't mind."

Wang Lang sat down on the only bench, "Old Wu, I gave you a batch of goods back then, why did it fall into this place?"

The old man lowered his head, "It's better not to mention it or not, have you eaten it? I'll get you something to eat."

"No need, I'll ask you what you're doing?" Wang Lang asked again.

The old man stood at the base of the wall and scratched his head, "I snatched it."

"Didn't you say that it was the goods I gave you?" Wang Lang's voice fell down.

The old man scratched his head and did not answer Wang Lang's question, but instead changed the topic, "Leihuaer came some time ago."

Wang Lang's attention was suddenly attracted by the old man's words, "Have Lei Huaer been here? When did it happen?"

"Just a while ago, I only stayed here for one night and left. I didn't know what I was doing. I was in a hurry and didn't eat. My eyes were red. I was holding a gun when I was sleeping. He didn't say anything I asked." The old man saw that Wang Lang diverted his attention and continued to say down.

Wang Lang turned to look at Ye Jian, "Where is my brother?"

Ye Jian shook his head, "I don't know what Lei Huaer is doing specifically. It was the superior who mobilized him directly. But he is indeed not in China."

"What is this?" the old man looked at Ye Jian.

Who knew that Wang Lang had returned to the initial question, "I just asked you what's the goods?"

The old man licked his dry lips, "I'll pour you some water."

Wang Lang lit a cigarette, "Did you let Anghlai snatch it?"

The old man lowered his head, "It's useless for me to ask for that batch of goods. Besides, it's all the things that happened several years ago. Anghlai is dead now. A few years ago, a man named Gang came. He killed Anghlai not long after, and occupied the mountain as the king, becoming the only general in this area. Everyone here listened to him. The government sent troops to suppress the bandits many times and let them fight back. It was a piece of iron."

Wang Lang lowered his head and smoked, "Does this just have a backstage?"

"I haven't heard of it, but it just suddenly got up, just like a person who suddenly appeared overnight. He killed Anghlai as soon as he came out. Half of Anghlai's subordinates were killed by him, and the rest were ruined by him. They were all sent to the Golden Triangle. I don't know what to do, and he didn't keep a single one." The old man said again.

Wang Lang lowered his eyes and smoked.

"How many times have the government cleared it?" Wang Lang continued.

The old man sneered, "It's useless. It's useless to clear out a few times. I haven't succeeded once. Many people died. I came here once two days ago and walked away without success. I heard that the south is fine, but the north is really impossible to say."

Wang Lang threw a cigarette to the old man, "You haven't thought about going back to your hometown?"

The old man took the cigarette and smiled, licked the cigarette butt with his tongue, "You know, I am old and still accomplished nothing, and I have no children. What is the difference between going back and not going back."

Wang Lang raised his eyes and glanced at him, "At least you can eat and wear warmth, don't worry about losing your head."

"Just get used to it, the people around here are also good. Seeing that I am a lonely old man, I will deliver food to me and I will not have to worry about eating." The old man smiled.

Wang Lang leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

"What are you doing here this time?" the old man asked tentatively.

The cigarette butts in Wang Lang's mouth were bright and dark, and two words slowly appeared from his mouth, "Kill."

The old man was stiff and he buried his head in smoking.

A gunshot suddenly came from outside, and the old man habitually pulled the light.

After a while, there was a noise coming from the yard.

Someone slapped the door and the old man asked Wang Lang to be calm and open the door and go out. Four or five fully armed young men stood outside, pointing at the car and saying something to the old man.

The old man looked embarrassed, and several young men pointed at the car parked in the yard and threatened the old man. The old man waved his hands to explain something to the young men.

Finally, a young man was overturned to the ground. A young man jumped into the car and said something to his companion. The young man who had just overturned the old man grabbed the old man's collar and asked where the key was.

The old man shook his head and said he didn't know whose car belonged to, let alone whose key belonged to.

The neighbor's door was kicked open, and the young man pulled out a woman and a child. The young man asked who the car was loudly. The woman secretly glanced at the old man and shook her head and said she didn't know.

After a few young men looked at each other, one of them suddenly carried the woman and threw it on the car and was about to drive.

The woman struggled.

The old man also went up to stop him, and the blood was pounded by a young man's butt.

The woman's clothes were pulled open, and several young men became more and more excited, screaming around the car.

The young man who was taking off his clothes was about to take off his pants, but suddenly he stopped moving. He felt something on his neck. He reached out and touched it. It turned out to be blood. In an instant, the blood gushed out and rushed out several meters away.

The young man fell head-on on the woman, his body twitching.

The other young men held the guns vigilantly, but they were useless. Several people felt their necks heat up at the same time, and then blood gushed out and fell one after another.

Wang Lang collected the spinning black card, Ye Jian let go of one of the ones clamped in his arm, put away the saber, and sealed his throat with one knife, making the business clean and neat and neat.

The old man stood up with his bleeding head, looked at the corpses all over the floor and sighed. He sorted out the corpses with ease, put the guns of several people into his bed. After lifting the bed board, Ye Jian was stunned at the dozens of guns.

"There are some that are killed by Lei Huaer." The old man explained.

While speaking, he quickly dug a few pits in the vegetable field behind the house to bury the body. Then he took a basin of water and poured it on the blood, shoveled the soil and buried it. Everything was familiar with the road and was so skillful that it was unreasonable.

Wang Lang leaned against the door and smoked, "How many days did Lei Huaer come?"

The old man who was working paused and rubbed his bleeding head, "It's been two or three days."

The woman there tidied up her clothes and nodded to Wang Lang and Ye Jian from a distance, and then went back to the room.

"Which direction did you go?" Wang Lang asked again.

The old man covered his head, thought for a long time, and finally pointed in a direction, "Over there, yes, that's the other side. I feel that he is hiding from people, otherwise he wouldn't be like that. This kid would joke with me before, and he didn't joke with me that day."

Wang Lang looked in that direction, and after a while, Wang Lang patted his ears, "My surname is Tong, you didn't ask my brother to kill Jin Bo, right?"
Chapter completed!