"This person is difficult to deal with." Cao Zhengqing sighed softly: "How could A Yi provoke such a person..."
Even if there is no such thing as Zhang Yi, Bai Youwen still wants to compete with Ling Cang. However, Bai Youwen will not say these words out loud. He just laughs casually: "Maybe the two of them are destined."
"This kind of fate is terrible..." Cao Zhengqing slowly shook his head: "It would be great if I had the opportunity to meet such a friend. But it would be really a headache to make such an enemy."
"You can't blame A Yi..." Bai Youwen picked up the tea cup and blew it gently: "Even if Zhang Yi didn't intend to provoke others, maybe they still want to provoke Zhang Yi."
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"People have long heard about the reputation of the Fourth Young Master in the capital. I came here to challenge him." Bai Youwen glanced at Cao Zhengqing secretly. He lost no time in provoking: "I heard that Ling Cang made a statement in the detention center that he wanted to destroy the fourth young master in the capital. of majesty.”
"If Ling Cang is so young and frivolous, there is nothing to be afraid of." At the end of the information, there are several photos of Ling Cang. Cao Zhengqing has never seen Ling Cang. Now he looked carefully. As a result, his face changed. It must be a little weird: "This Ling Cang..."
"What's wrong."
"Why do you look so much like my dad?"
Bai Youwen finally calmed down and took a sip of tea. Hearing these words, he spat out the tea with a pop: "Boss, you have the wrong string. What are you talking about?"
"I'm right..." Cao Zhengqing put Ling Cang's photo under the sun and looked at it more carefully, as if he was testing the authenticity of the banknotes: "He does look like my dad... he's so similar. A Just like what was carved out of the mold.”
Bai Youwen had met Cao Zhengqing's father. He didn't think there was any similarity between the old man and Ling Cang. He almost asked Cao Zhengqing how many fathers he had.
After looking at the photo for a while, Cao Zhengqing finally realized that what he just said was inappropriate. He put the photo down and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry..."
"It's okay." Bai Youwen said with a sullen face, barely holding back from laughing.
"Ling Cang does look a lot like... an old friend of mine." Cao Zhengqing picked up the photo again and looked at it carefully: "It really looks like... except that he is several decades younger, his hair is a bit messy, and he wears He wears a pair of ugly glasses. He is basically the same person."
"Your... old friend."
"Yes. Like me, Master Qi."
"Master Qi."
"In Mandarin, he is godfather."
"I've never heard that you have a godfather."
"It happened many years ago..." Cao Zhengqing sighed, and his tone became a little heavy: "One day, my godfather suddenly disappeared. I never found him again. After so many years, I don't know him. Where is the old man? How is he doing..."
The more Bai Youwen listened, the more confused he became. He suspected that Cao Zhengqing had taken the wrong medicine: "Let's not talk about Mr. Qi for now. Let's talk about Ling Cang. How should we deal with it."
Cao Zhengqing didn't listen to what Bai Youwen said at all. He just recited silently: "Ling Cang... Ling..." After a moment, Cao Zhengqing suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes. Such an obvious coincidence. I never thought of it. Could it be that the two of them..."
Bai Youwen just picked up the teacup and was startled. He almost threw the teacup to the ground: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay..." Cao Zhengqing just remembered something very important. But he didn't want to tell Bai Youwen: "How to deal with it depends on A Yi's wishes."
"That's fine." Bai Youwen nodded: "Let's go to the hospital to see him."
Cao Zhengqing finally stopped mentioning the "Master Qi". Bai Youwen felt a lot more relaxed. He felt that things could get back on track. As long as the four young masters in the capital unite as one, Bai Youwen was confident that he didn't need to care about the family, and he didn't need to be afraid of the Hong Ming Gang.
But when they arrived at the hospital, Bai Youwen was doused with cold water again.
Zhang Yi lay on the bed and muttered stupidly: "It's over...it's all over."
"What's wrong with you?" Bai Youwen quickly touched Zhang Yi's forehead and kept praying in his heart. Cao Zhengqing had already taken the wrong medicine just now. Don't go crazy again: "Everything is over."
"The people I sent to deal with Ling Cang... are all gone." Zhang Yi turned around and grabbed Bai Youwen's hand tightly: "They were either seriously injured, missing, or assassinated. There is not a single one left."
Just as Zhang Yi said, not only were all the people sent to deal with Ling Cang eliminated, many people who had nothing to do with them were also affected. There have been many disappearances in the entire capital in the past two days, including many police personnel. But All of these are unsolved cases. The police searched and searched but could not find any clues.
Cao Zhengqing frowned as he listened: "This person is really difficult to deal with. Ah Yi, Ah Wen. I don't think there is any way to continue fighting like this."
"Brother..." Zhang Yi turned his head with difficulty. He looked at Cao Zhengqing and asked, "What do you think we should do?"
"I think it's best if we talk to Ling Cang and resolve it peacefully."
"Why peace..." Bai Youwen stood up slowly. Two fierce gleams shot out from his eyes: "Even if the peace is resolved, where will the face of our fourth son in the capital be from now on... Everyone knows that we are being raped by a man from the mountainous area. The poor boy was defeated."
The physical pain and the mental blow have made Zhang Yi completely lose his mind. At this time, he will listen to whoever says: "Then you can beat him."
"Originally I didn't want to do this. But now..." Bai Youwen snapped his fingers and then shouted in a low voice: "Uncle Chen."
The middle-aged man who accompanied Bai Youwen to the ghost street suddenly appeared. He lowered his head and asked, "What are your orders, Master?"
"Go to the detention center now..." Bai Youwen clenched his fists tightly and ordered word for word: "Kill Ling Cang into pieces."
"Yes." Uncle Chen agreed and immediately disappeared as quickly as he came.
Uncle Chen is the most capable person under Bai Youwen. His strength is far higher than that of Old Man Peng. If you don’t consider the powerful blood poison of Guishan, even the Blood Tiger is not as good as him. Everyone calls him Uncle Chen. No one knows his real name. What the heck. No one even knows how old he actually is.
Sneaking into the detention center without anyone noticing, killing a person and then escaping unharmed is an impossible task for ordinary people. But with Uncle Chen's skills, this is not a problem.
Uncle Chen rushed to the western suburbs immediately. He stood on a hilltop in the distance and looked at the detention center. He was about to sneak in when he suddenly felt several powerful forces coming from around him.
"Who?" Uncle Chen immediately became alert and looked around nervously: "Who is coming? Please show up and speak."
Several girls walked out of the woods and surrounded Uncle Chen in a semicircle. The leader among them was Han Lan: "I didn't expect it. He turned out to be a level five master."
"Who are you?" Uncle Chen clasped his hands and said, "We have no grievances or grudges. I hope you won't stand in my way."
The girls didn't care what Uncle Chen said and just started chatting there. Lily said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I met a level 5 master. This time I can have some fun."
"Hmm, yes..." Han Lan nodded: "I thought all the fifth-level masters were dead."
"Who are they?" Seeing that the other party was acting like nothing, Uncle Chen got a little angry: "I hope the girls will not block the way. I will thank Chen very much after he does something good."
"Stop talking nonsense." Han Lan turned around, looked at Uncle Chen with a half-smile and said, "We are the Hundred Flowers Group."
"Hundred Flowers...Group." Uncle Chen has heard of this name. He knows very well that they will not appear in front of him for no reason: "Hundred flowers pass by and no grass grows."
"Old thing, you seem to have some experience." Han Lan moved her neck and prepared to take action. After a fierce battle with Ju Shui in the suburbs of Beijing last time, her level improved. She has been looking for opportunities to fight with her. Masters compete with each other.
"Young man with a yellow mouth, you speak so arrogantly. I will teach you a lesson today." Uncle Chen knew that he would not be able to leave safely today, so he decided to take a preemptive strike and rushed towards Han Lan.
"Well done." Han Lan laughed a few times and rushed forward.
The affairs of Wang Jianwei and others reached Ling Cang's ears through Narcissus immediately.
From then on, no one in the detention center dared to go against him. Ling Cang was a cow that never gave birth to calves. The cow | was so bad. In addition to the shortened release time and the increased labor intensity, Ling Cang's little life was very nourishing. .
On this day, Ling Cang was lying on the bed and taking a nap. Suddenly he noticed several powerful power fluctuations coming from the distance. Two of them were extremely powerful. Only under Sima Tian, there were still several other forces surrounding him. Movement seems to be a helper for one of them.
From the perspective of ordinary people, today is no different from the past. There is no difference at all. But Ling Cang is lying there, sensing it carefully, and from time to time he exclaims in his heart: "It's amazing enough."
After a long time, these people seemed to be tired, and their strength weakened a little. After a while, one of them suddenly disappeared, while the other ones remained the same.
"The winner has been decided." Ling Cang breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that watching the game in this sensory way was more tiring than watching Chinese football: "I don't know who is playing with whom..."
Several other forces also disappeared quickly. They must have been hidden intentionally. It was difficult to find their traces. After looking at the time, Ling Cang closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Waiting until morning, Ling Cang jumped up from the bed. He stretched out for a long time. Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Ling Cang smiled knowingly: "It seems that the day has come for me to regain my freedom."