Xiao Hei once sneaked into Bai's house on the night when Mr. Bai was killed.
That night, he was just a bystander. When he left, he was sweating profusely and his heartbeat was racing.
In the following days when he monitored the Bai family, he was always extremely cautious.
He doesn't believe in miracles,
After going through so many things, he never believed that God would take special care of him. His ability to survive to this day was definitely not due to luck.
When he saw Xiaobao sneaking into Bai's house from a distance, he expected to be in the situation he was in now.
The Bai family has never been an amiable and kind-hearted Bai family.
It was not the case when Mr. Bai was at the helm, and it was not the case when Boss Bai was in charge.
Today's Bai Twelve, who can cover the sky with one hand, will not be the same,
Otherwise, how could Bai Wanjun die?
Maybe there are many twists and turns that Xiao Hei doesn't know about, but he firmly believes that once something is known and discovered by the other party, there will be only one result.
Wan Hai walked towards Xiao Hei with deep steps,
He is so powerful. He was once a powerful man who was respected by thousands of people, even the head of the Bai family respected him. But now, he is willing to become the humblest thug.
Maybe he has countless reasons to explain his behavior, for the sake of his retired brother, for the kindness, or, for the unfulfilled wish,
No matter what, in Chen Yifei's comments back then, there was nothing more than one word: servility,
Deep-rooted servility,
He focused his eyes on Xiao Hei, and slowly raised his arm as if dealing with an ant that was unable to resist.
"Tonight, you are going to die."
…
Han Xiaobao ran desperately,
For a long time, he didn't find a suitable hiding spot, or he didn't want to hide at all,
He is a man with dignity, and he is also a man who is confident in himself,
It is excellent for a man to have these qualities, but given Han Xiaobao's status, these qualities are a double-edged sword.
When he is lucky, he can exude a strong personality charm,
When he is in trouble, he will kill himself,
Even if you hide, you may not be able to save yourself.
But he still runs wildly, never getting tired,
squeak,
The soles of his feet rubbed against the ground making a violent sound. Han Xiaobao stopped abruptly and stared ahead in horror.
At some point, a white figure appeared at the corner of the road ahead.
The white shadow was not tall and tall, but it brought strong oppression to Han Xiaobao.
When this figure appeared, Han Xiaobao's pupils shrank violently. Subconsciously, he pulled out the pistol that Xiao Hei handed him. The pistol was loaded with bullets. Even if his marksmanship was inaccurate, as long as he could hit one shot, Han Xiaobao would still be able to do it. There is hope,
But he underestimated Bai Twelve and overestimated himself.
Bang,
Before he could even take out the pistol completely, a rapidly fired stone hit his wrist.
The severe pain forced his fingers to become completely weak, and the pistol fell to the ground involuntarily, making a dull sound.
Han Xiaobao was unwilling to give in and tried to grab the pistol with another hand.
"If you bend down, I will hit you on the head."
Beginning,
Han Xiaobao firmly believed that the stone that Bai Twelve had just shot could completely punch a bloody hole in his head.
He gave up the urge to bend down and pick up the pistol, but silently grasped the blade,
Under Chen Qizi's guidance, he learned the ability to survive in adversity.
Under the guidance of Yinnu, he learned not to be afraid of death.
When a man is not afraid of adversity or death, he always makes his enemies admire him.
Of course, admiration cannot change the situation most of the time.
"Your strength awes me." Han Xiaobao said calmly, "But what you do makes me despise you."
Bai Twelve's pale and plain face did not change at all, and his clear but permanently clouded eyes were also without any disorder.
He stared at Han Xiaobao calmly and said, "What next."
When Han Xiaobao heard this, he was slightly startled.
Bai Twelve has really changed,
He used to be gentle and kind, but now he is as sharp as a magic weapon, full of aggression towards everyone.
"Are you afraid that I will make the truth public?" Han Xiaobao asked,
Bai Twelve shook his head: "Who believes it?"
Han Xiaobao was stunned and immediately asked: "Why are you doing this?"
"Come back with me." Bai Twelve took a step forward,
He has no interest in talking nonsense to Han Xiaobao,
Han Xiaobao took two steps back, raised his dagger and said, "Then you ask me about my dagger first."
Bang,
Han Xiaobao didn't even notice Bai Twelve make a move. Severe pain came from his wrist again. The dagger fell to the ground without any warning, and he was completely disarmed.
"You can choose to die happily," Bai Twelve said, "or you can choose to die in pain."
Han Xiaobao gritted his teeth and shouted: "Pretend."
Like a madman, he dived towards Bai Twelve,
No knife, he has no fists,
Even though his fists are gone, he still has feet and a mouth,
Han Xiaobao is stubborn and stubborn. He refuses to admit defeat. No one can make him bow his head, even if he dies.
…
Bang,
Xiao Hei's body fell to the ground like a broken kite,
Scarlet blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, which was shocking, but Xiao Hei's deep eyes shone like stars, fearless.
"vomit,."
A pool of blood spurted out, and a strange blush appeared on Xiao Hei's handsome face. His body also curled up slightly due to the severe pain.
Slowly standing up, Xiao Hei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the blade again, looked at Wan Hai with a stern look, his expression calm,
He clearly knows the gap between himself and Wan Hai. Among his friends or brothers, perhaps only Lin Ze can fight with him. What's more interesting is that his only brother is Lin Ze. At least in this regard, he makes friends. His quality and vision are still very high,
Whoosh,
He took the initiative to attack Wan Hai, as if he was a tireless iron-blooded warrior before his death.
Every time he attacks, he will bring more damage to himself, but he will not give up because of this.
The blood kept flowing, and he kept repeating the two simple actions of getting up and falling down.
Bang,
Xiao Hei's body flew high again, and then fell hard to the ground,
Puchi,
A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth. This time, his face was as pale as paper, and he lay weakly on the ground panting.
He didn't get up, but Wan Hai didn't stop moving.
He walked towards Xiao Hei step by step and came to Xiao Hei's side.
He slowly squatted down next to Xiao Hei, slowly raised the dagger in his hand,
He glanced at Xiao Hei and said,
But Xiao Hei's expression was unusually calm, and he didn't seem to be anxious about his imminent death.
But these will not hinder Wan Hai’s movements.
He gently lifted the dagger, and then stabbed it hard into Xiao Hei's heart.
Puchi,
A ball of blood bloomed on the chest, like a blood rose, like the gift Xiao Hei gave to the poetic woman when they first met.
