Suddenly, I felt a chill between my brows, as if I had been hit by something. When I reached out and brushed it, there was a wet water stain. Suddenly, snowflakes started flying in the sky, and more snowflakes fell on my face and hair.
, instantly turned into ice-cold water stains.
The fragrance in the air completely disappeared with the increasingly dense snowflakes falling one after another. The cold water also cooled down my boiling enthusiasm. I knocked my dizzy head and suddenly realized how ridiculous the moment I had just been.
In shock, I quickly took four or five steps back, exposing my body to the dense snow.
Across the snow, the handwriting on the door was blurry and unreal, like a crystal glass with residual wine left after waking up from a hangover. I couldn't help but let out a bitter smile of great joy. If there is any joke tonight
Not only will his own reputation be ruined, it will also affect Guan Baoling's reputation, and even disappoint Su Lun, Xiao Kereng and others.
I am the younger brother of Yang Tian, the "King of Tomb Robbers". How could I indulge my desires like a 18-year-old urban gangster?
All irresistible impulses originate from that strange aroma.
I jumped up to the roof and looked directly towards the meditation hall due east. There were vast flakes of goose-feather-like snow everywhere in my sight, and all the buildings were as blurry as gouache paintings that had just been rendered, but I could be keen.
Suddenly, he noticed that a surge of murderous intent was quietly emanating from the meditation hall.
"Mr. Feng, is there any problem?" Xiao Lai hid loyally behind the chimney, with a thick layer of snow falling on his head and shoulders, and only his energetic eyes shone with a cold and alert light.
I slowly retreated to him. Within ten seconds, I felt that the murderous aura like a poisonous snake spitting out its core gradually disappeared, and only cold moisture remained in the air.
"It's okay, I'm just thinking about you." I raised my hand and patted the snow off Xiao Lai's shoulder.
Xiao Lai smiled a little reservedly, showing two rows of white teeth. If he didn't have the scar on his face, given his appearance, he could indeed work in the Chinese film and television industry, and maybe he could become famous overnight.
And Hong. However, life's circumstances are so strange. A quarrel or a fierce fight when he was young often ruined the rest of his life and completely reduced him to a wandering leaf in the world.
"This little bit of snow is nothing. I remember that winter when I first came to Hokkaido, we fought with the Kanto Gang from the Motorcycle Party faction for the management rights of the red light district in Osaka City. I followed Guan Fuzi, Brother Thirteen and the others to set up an ambush in Osaka City.
There is also such heavy snow at the intersection in Central West District 2..."
His emotions gradually became more and more excited, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and the blood began to boil in the young chest again.
In the initial stage when the Shenqiang Club entered the Japanese market, it was very hard work. All the sites and halls were built with a line of blood, a wound, and a life, inch by inch. I don’t know how many young people are exactly like Xiao Lai.
He fell under the swords of the speedsters and the nunchucks of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
I couldn't help but sigh, but I didn't interrupt him.
He touched the scar on the corner of his mouth, and the chewing muscles on his cheeks kneaded with difficulty: "This scar was left by blocking a knife for Guan Fuzi. The person who cut me was killed by me three seconds later."
Chopped into seventeen or eight pieces. Every enemy who dares to fight for the world with the Sharp Spear Guild will fall under our blades - this is Mr. Sun Long's teaching, and every brother in the Guild will keep it in mind."
I read the official report of that battle from the "Asahi Shimbun". The time was probably December 8, 2003. According to the general figures released by the Japanese police, more than 120 people were killed on both sides of the fight.
More than 80% of them were young Japanese gangsters. It snowed heavily that day, but the blood of the dead and injured actually dyed the snow on three streets red, and then froze into blood-red ice, causing the police and sanitation departments to
Very nerve-wracking.
If young people in the underworld want to get ahead, bloodshed may be the only way to go. Therefore, their first step into the world is based on the survival concept of "life or death."
"What happened next?" I wanted to know what Guan Fuzi, who always appeared in front of the media as a weak scholar, would look like when he was fighting against the enemy.
Xiao Lai sneered in confusion, and the corner of his mouth twitched again: "After that battle, Guan Fuzi became my godfather. He has four biological sons, plus me, and is respectfully called "Guan Fuzi" by the brothers in the guild.
'Five Tiger Generals'. At the end of next year, the top management of the Sharpshooter Club intends to transfer Brother Thirteen to India for development, and asked me to succeed him to manage the Japanese branch."
Anyone with such a good and prosperous career should feel extremely honored after being selected by the red pen, but Xiao Lai's eyes have always been confused and complicated.
I sighed again. When the Gunslingers, the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the motorcycle gangs were fighting with real swords and guns in the small country of Japan, had they ever thought about the "big seven" that would destroy the entire earth?
People on earth have evolved into the 21st century and always feel that they are great, while all lower creatures are equivalent to summer insects that cannot talk about ice, and mayflies that live and die, so they will tirelessly pursue the maximization of their own interests.
In fact, compared with the boundless growth rings of the universe, aren't the people on earth just insects, ants, and dust in a relative sense? It's just that their reason is blinded by interests, and they gradually become short-sighted.
When some people look forward to the future when they can command the world and command all over the world, perhaps the real destruction of life has quietly begun.
I stretched out my hands and watched the swirling snow flakes melt in my palms. In an instant, my mind was as peaceful as a mirror, and I entered a state of enlightenment where I forget both things and myself. The blue planet under my feet is the foundation for the existence of all species, and there is no skin left.
How can General Mao be attached?
"Mr. Feng, your movements are very similar to Guan Fuzi. He also likes to look up to the sky when it snows, swallow the falling snowflakes into his mouth, and melt them in the palm of his hand. He even does this in more than a dozen villas in Northern Europe
Inside, there is a special device for collecting and melting snow to store the snow water and use it as a water source for making tea."
The story is unintentional, but the listener is interested, because Sun Long once said that the reason why he believed that I have superhuman powers was entirely because he listened to Guan Fuzi's high-level analysis. There are rumors in the world that without Guan Fuzi, there would be no day-to-day development today.
The prosperous Gunslingers Association does not have the outstanding Sun Long.
In my mind, Guan Fuzi has always been a superb master who can see the beginning but not the end. It is a pity that I did not have the opportunity to learn from him in person.
All I could hear in my ears was the sound of snowflakes falling, accompanied by the crisp sound of the snow breaking dead branches of shrubs.
The sky in the east is gradually getting brighter, and dawn is coming soon. Thinking about the timing of the big man's departure, it is really just the right time. Otherwise, if it is delayed by this snowstorm, the busy political future will be greatly damaged.
"Xiao Lai, if I have time, I hope to meet Master Guan and ask him about his 'bone-touching technique' in person." The full name of that kind of Kung Fu should be "ghost-touching bone technique". Based on the size of the human body's bones,
Arrangement method to accurately predict one's life fortune. Among the Chinese in the world, he is the only one who understands it and will never spread it to others.
Xiao Lai put down the gun, took out a black wallet from his breast pocket, and pulled out a photo from the mezzanine to show me: "Mr. Feng, his old man is currently at the Guantamo U.S. military base, and will arrive in Hokkaido soon.
Come on, I believe you and he will have a chance to meet."
In the photo, Mr. Guan, who is wearing gold-rimmed glasses, is sitting elegantly on a wicker chair, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in his hand. He is not focused on anything else, with a detached look like "turning a deaf ear to what is happening outside the window and only reading the books of sages." His
On the thumb of his right hand, he wears a huge jade ring very conspicuously, which becomes the focus of the whole photo.
After the Iraq War, the US military base at Guantamo was once the focus of media public opinion.
Xiao Lai also wanted to explain in detail: "He went to see an imprisoned Iraqi general. It is said that after the general was captured, he emphasized to the commander-in-chief of the US-British coalition forces that he would only speak when he saw Guan Fuzi. The name of that general -
"
I patted his shoulder in time to interrupt him: "I know, no need to elaborate."
Regarding the success or failure of the Iraq war, I know at least more than Xiaolai. The general is known as the "powerful overlord of the Middle East" and has always compared himself to the savior who leads the Arab world to fight against American hegemony. He never believes in fate. This time he was
After being captured, he repeatedly asked to see Guan Fuzi, the most famous forecasting master in Asia. This shows that his psychological defenses have been destroyed by American torture experts, and he has reached the point where he doubts his lofty mission.
The roofs and courtyards everywhere were covered with more than 20 centimeters of white snow, and everything was covered in white, like huge, fluffy quilts.
Xiao Lai wiped off the snow on the gun, stretched out comfortably, and relaxed his tense nerves.
The snow had no intention of stopping and was still falling slowly. The top of the "Tower of the Dead" seemed to be wearing an extremely warm white hat, making it appear taller and colder.
"Mr. Feng, can we go down now?" The tile surface was cold and slippery, and there wasn't even a sparrow looking for food. Xiao Lai put away the long and short firearms and couldn't help opening his mouth and letting out a big yawn.
My doubts about the Meditation Hall are getting stronger and stronger. If the snowflakes hadn't fallen in time and made me think suddenly last night, I might have made a big mistake. The sixth sense is unmistakable. The murderous intention came from the Meditation Hall, although I can't yet.
It was absolutely certain that Tanano Kamhide was watching from behind, so the next step was to open the door to enter the meditation hall.
With a "wow" sound, Guan Baoling opened the door and immediately let out a cheer: "Ah? It's snowing! Long live -"
Girls who have not lost their innocence like snow very much. Although she is already a big star that attracts much attention, she is no different from ordinary people.
She strode out from the corridor, stepped on the snow, kicked her feet hard, the cotton robe on her body was flying, revealing her slender white ankles. The snow was splashing everywhere, and she was enjoying herself in the deserted yard.
Venting her inner happiness, I believe that in the entertainment industry where bodyguards and fans are everywhere, she rarely has the opportunity to relax like this.
Xiao Lai stared at Guan Baoling, scratched the back of his head and praised: "She...she is so beautiful! So beautiful, more beautiful than...all the so-called top stars in Japan put together."