After Zhou Ming left, the thin security guard's smile disappeared instantly and was replaced by a faint sadness. He looked at the empty space next to him and gently knocked on the door behind him: "Come out, Zhou Ming is gone."
The door creaked open, and the fat security guard walked out. He gently stood in the position that belonged to him. It turned out that he had been deliberately avoiding Zhou Ming.
"Did you hear everything we said?" the thin security guard asked.
"I heard it." The fat security guard nodded: "The task of training him will be left to you."
"I really don't understand." The thin security guard said: "You have sacrificed so much for him, why don't you let him know?" [
"Why ask? You already know." The fat security guard said, "Just imagine, if you had done this, would you have let him know before the martial arts meeting started?"
The thin security guard stopped talking. After a long time, he seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking the fat security guard: "Is it worth doing this?"
"If it had been a few days ago, I would have felt that doing anything for Wutang was worth it."
"What about now?" the thin security guard asked curiously.
"Now, I feel more for Zhou Ming." The fat security guard smiled slightly, without any regrets on his face: "He is still young, and there is still a lot of room for shaping, not only the Wutang, but maybe the future of the Wolf Gang
They all belong to him. But what about us? We are getting older, and the most glorious years have passed. Even if we try hard, we can't make any waves."
"I know you think highly of him, but I didn't know you thought so highly of him." The thin security guard also smiled: "If Zhou Ming knew that the burden on his shoulders was so heavy, wouldn't even he be shocked?"
"Zhang Yujie was supposed to be this person, but by accident Zhou Ming was killed." The fat security guard said: "In comparison, Zhou Ming is less violent and more wise and emotional than Zhang Yujie.
I believe he can do it very well, but I don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse for him.”
"Yeah..." the thin security guard sighed: "Ordinary people, if they don't have to, who would be willing to take this path? Life is licked on the edge of the knife, and the head is pinned to the waist at all times..."
Both of them fell silent. Apparently they didn't know whether it was right to "draw" Zhou Ming in.
After a while, the fat security guard said: "By the way, Zhou Ming's application for being an official member of the martial arts hall has been processed."
The thin security guard was not surprised at all. After all, Zhou Ming was jointly recommended by the two of them. If this didn't work, then their years in the Wolf Gang would be in vain.