"Very good." Bai Wen said, "Have you seen the old man in front?"
Liu Zhen followed Bai Wen's instructions and looked over. He saw a hysterical old man with white hair and a white beard, following behind a gorgeous beauty. But the beauty was a little strange, she was wearing a cheongsam from the Republic of China.
"I saw it." Liu Zhen nodded.
"Last question, which branch are you from?"
"I am from Huotang." Liu Zhen said proudly: "One of the thirteen captains under Huotang, I have ten brothers under my jurisdiction."[
"Very good." Bai Wen patted his shoulder and said, "If you kill that old man, I will make you the leader of the Fire Hall!"
Liu Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up. It was not that he had never fantasized about the position of the leader of the Fire Hall, but he knew that fantasizing was just wishful thinking. He didn't expect that his dream would come true today. And the task was still so simple, and killing was so stupid.
It would be easy for the old man to get ten more!
Liu Zhen was not a person who liked to talk nonsense. He quickly pulled out a short knife from his clothes room and walked towards the old man.
Bai Wen stood there and watched from a distance.
At this time, they had already left the zoo and came to the busy street. The street was very chaotic, with the shouts of vendors, the honking of passing cars, and the noise of roadside radios, but all of this was in Qingyunzi's eyes.
No longer exists.
The world in his eyes was still pale white, and the lingering sounds of songs filled his ears.
There is also the blue vulture that is never far or near in the front. The blue vulture is wearing a blue cheongsam.
How many nights did this blue vulture appear in Qingyunzi's dreams.
Qingyunzi can no longer tell whether this is a dream or reality?
He couldn't figure it out and didn't want to figure it out. He just told himself, go, go, walk to her side.
Liu Zhen has come to Qingyunzi's side, and he has no regrets for this old man who is about to die. As long as he can become the leader of the Fire Hall, what does it matter about killing an old man with Alzheimer's disease?
Liu Zhen drew his knife and stabbed Qingyunzi in the back of the heart.
This knife was steady, accurate, and ruthless. It was the cleanest and sharpest blow Liu Zhen had made in the three years he had been in the industry. He firmly believed that this knife could kill the old man in an instant. He even thought: You are lucky to die under this knife.
The corners of Liu Zhen's mouth curled up, as if he saw endless glory and wealth.