In Huangshan Cemetery, in front of Xia Hong's grave, before Zhang Zhuang came to the white marble tombstone, he saw an elegant woman standing in front of the tombstone, placing a bouquet of white lilies in her hand on the tombstone.
In front of Xia Hong's tomb, Zhang Zhuang immediately stopped. When the scholar was about to ask him why he stopped, he shut up because he could see clearly that the woman was Han Shuirou!
Zhang Zhuang thought for a while, then made a gesture to silence the scholar and stood there motionless.
"Xia Hong, I'm here to see you. I wonder if you like this bouquet of flowers?" Zhang Zhuang heard Han Shuirou talking to himself before he reached Xia Hong's tomb.
"Speaking of which, we should be love rivals, right?" Han Shuirou's tone was low, completely devoid of her usual grace and tenderness. As she spoke, she stroked the smooth white marble tombstone with her white and soft hands.
"Actually, I should hate you, do you know? Although you left, you also completely took away my man's heart. I felt it from the beginning, and it is even more so now. Although he is by my side
, but I know that his heart is dead, and I can't save it no matter how hard I try. How long has it been since he smiled? I think about it, well, I can hardly remember it."
"But you don't know any of this anymore. You won't know how painful and sad he is! Every night I will see him getting up quietly and staring at your photo secretly. His expression is so obsessed and so sad.
The sorrow. At that time, I almost went crazy with jealousy. Sometimes, I was even willing to die for you, as long as he could treat me like he did to you!" Han Shuirou smiled bitterly and said slowly and unhurriedly, her voice
It looked so lonely in the dim dusk.
"What's the use of me saying this? Haha, you can't even hear me. Sometimes, I also wish that if you could really be together, he wouldn't be in such pain..." Han Shuirou continued.
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Zhang Zhuang was stunned. He turned around quietly and walked slowly towards the gate of the cemetery. He could no longer listen. He knew that he was sorry for either of these two women, Xia Hong or not.
Both Han Shuirou and Han Shuirou had paid too much for him, but he had done too little for them. The scholar followed him silently until he got into the car, and the scholar suddenly said
: "Third brother, there is something I don't know whether to say or not?"
Zhang Zhuang glanced at Xiucai and nodded.
"My sister-in-law is having a hard time." Xiucai only said this sentence, and the sister-in-law he meant was Shui Rou.
"Let's drive." Zhang Zhuang did not answer Xiucai, but the sadness in his eyes became stronger.
The scholar stopped talking and concentrated on driving.
Zhang Zhuang thought for a while, took out his cell phone, dialed a few numbers, and after connecting, said to the microphone: "Send two people to Huangshan Cemetery. Your sister-in-law is there." Tang Feng agreed through the microphone.
That's all he can do!
"Da Ma Ya is right. Don't wait until things are irreversible before you regret it. It's too late! By the way, that Jiang Cailing is a good girl. If you can cherish it, then cherish it! Scholar." Zhang Zhuang got off the car at the end.
He suddenly said with emotion that in this short afternoon, he seemed to have suddenly become much older. The scholar looked at the lonely back of the third brother and didn't know what to say. He, like Zhang Zhuang, is a person with no tomorrow.
There are so few things that I can give to my beloved.
Xiao Dongsheng suddenly sent someone to deliver a huge box to Zhang Zhuang. The person who delivered it also brought a letter written by Xiao Dongsheng. Zhang Zhuang stared at the box for a while and suddenly asked Peng Hui next to him:
"Brother, what do you think Xiao Dongsheng will bring us?"
Peng Hui smiled and shook his head.
Zhang Zhuang stopped questioning and opened the letter. The letter was written very simply, with only a few words:
My brother: I have so many thoughts that I don’t know where to start at the moment, so I can only give this to my brother. I hope that my two brothers will put aside their past grudges and drink together! Brother Dongsheng offers this.
Zhang Zhuang suddenly laughed and slowly handed the letter to Peng Hui. Peng Hui said nothing after reading it.
The gangster who delivered the letter did not leave immediately. After Zhang Zhuang read the letter, he said: "Brother Dong asked me to bring a message to Brother Third when he came. Our people have been withdrawn from the Nangang site, and now it is completely empty."
It belongs to Dadongbei Company, which is also the sincerity of our Dong brother."
After he left, Zhang Zhuang asked Peng Hui with a smile: "Brother, what do you think?"
"A delaying tactic." Peng Hui said without hesitation.
"Haha, Xiao Dongsheng thinks of me as a three-year-old child."
After Zhang Zhuang finished saying this, he pointed at the huge box and said, "Open it."
The box was quickly opened, and lying inside was the unconscious Sun Dama Bang, tied up tightly like a rice dumpling.
Seeing the enemy who single-handedly killed Xia Hong, Zhang Zhuang's face immediately changed color, his hands subconsciously clenched tightly, the muscles on his cheeks jumped a few times, and anyone could see the anger in his eyes that was rapidly rising.
Burn.
"Haha, Xiao Dongsheng gave me a big gift!" Zhang Zhuangqian laughed twice and said in a low voice.
"Wake him up." Zhang Zhuang waved to his brother.
The scholar walked out, and soon he came in with a bucket of cold water. He raised his hand and poured all the cold water on Sun Dama Bang's body. Sun Dama Bang shook his head and slowed down. Waiting for him to see clearly what was around him.
My heart suddenly became cold and my body began to tremble.
Zhang Zhuang knelt down and looked at him coldly.
"Brother Zhang, it's not me...oh, no, it's me..." Sun Dama's teeth kept fighting with each other, and he couldn't speak smoothly.
"What is it?" Zhang Zhuang asked word by word, endless hatred revealed in every word.
"I didn't kill Xia Hong. Really, I was forced to have no choice. Brother Zhang, I know my sins are serious, but please let me go, please!" Sun Dama's face was ashen.
begging.
"Let you go? Then why didn't anyone let her go?" Zhang Zhuang's voice suddenly became louder and he punched Sun Damabang in the face. Sun Damabang felt a chill on his face and dizziness in his head.
Then a heartbreaking pain came over me, and I almost fainted again.
"Say it, you say it! Why don't you say it anymore?" Zhang Zhuang was already in a state of near madness. He grabbed Sun Dama Bang's hair and slammed his head to the ground.
Sun Damabang opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and finally passed out.
"Wake him up!" Zhang Zhuang shouted with blood-red eyes.
Just as the scholar was about to turn around and go out to get some cold water, Sun Dacheng held him back. "I'll do it," Sun Dacheng said simply. After saying that, he slowly walked to Sun Damabang's body and pulled Sun Damabang over.
With one hand, he raised the iron hammer in his hand and slammed it on one of his fingers. People in the room clearly heard a cracking sound. The finger of Sun Dama's club had been hit by this full force.
It was flattened by one blow.
"Ah-----!" This was indeed very effective. People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart. The unconscious Sun Dama Bang was immediately awakened by Sun Dacheng's blow. The severe pain almost made him unable to scream.
, eyes full of fear and pain.
Seeing Sun Damabang regaining consciousness, Zhang Zhuang smiled sinisterly. "Do you know what happened to the people who harmed Xia Hong in the past? Let me tell you, they died, and they died in an ugly way. They were killed by me.
The knife was cut into pieces." As he said this, he pulled out the sharp saber from his waist and pressed it on one of Sun Dama's ears. With a slight exertion of his hand, the ear had fallen off, and a smell of
Hot blood splashed out and stained Zhang Zhuang's black suit.
"Smash his fingers to pieces one by one!" Zhang Zhuang said word by word with a strange look on his face.
Sun Dacheng's face was as heavy as water. He raised the iron hammer and smashed Sun Dama's fingers one by one. Every time the hammer went down, a coquettish blood flower bloomed on the ground. In the room,
Most of the people were old guns who had experienced bloody scenes, but seeing Sun Dacheng being so ruthless, their hearts tightened, and some people had quietly turned away.
Sun Damabang only shouted twice and then tilted his head and became motionless. The scholar leaned down, put his hands to test his breathing, raised his head and said to Zhang Zhuang: "Third brother, this kid is useless.
already dead."
Zhang Zhuang had gradually recovered from the madness just now, and kicked Sun Dama's body into the air. The body drew a curve in the air and landed in the corner.
"He died simply. Tie a stone to his head and sink him into the Songjiang River."
(Haha, I’m sorry! I just updated it as soon as I came back from work today. I will speed up my writing in the past few days and continue tomorrow)