"Brother Song, the boss..." Wang Yong stared straight ahead, the accelerator pedal was all the way, and the hand holding the steering wheel turned pale due to excessive exertion.
He bit his lower lip tightly, his ears perked up, but he didn't dare to look back.
In fact, he had already guessed the cruel answer. However, he always had a little extravagant hope in his heart.
Like glass, it was so fragile that he didn't have the courage to touch it.
There was silence in the carriage.
Wang Yong knew that this was Song Ziyang's answer. A line of clear tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm going to fight these bastards!"
Wang Yong suddenly stepped on the brakes and then turned around violently.
Snapped!
Song Ziyang slapped his head on the steering wheel: "Drive."
"But……"
"I'll let you drive!" Song Ziyang squinted his eyes slightly, with a compelling fierceness in his eyes.
"Ah..." Wang Yong punched the steering wheel hard, then readjusted his direction and ran towards the distant night.
He did not doubt that Song Ziyang was greedy for life and afraid of death. In fact, after Song Ziyang rushed into the villa and mobilized the people of Dongxing Society, he also touched it.
From a distance, I saw him carrying Tie Feilin on his back and fighting in a bloody battle.
At that moment, he felt a heartfelt respect and gratitude for Song Ziyang.
However, he could do nothing to watch his boss die, which made him full of unwillingness and self-blame. It felt like a whip was whipping him in his heart, and the pain made him almost crazy.
In fact, Song Ziyang was not feeling any better than him at this time.
With his trembling hands still a little numb from the excessive exertion during the fight, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and coughed out tears.
Outside the window, the night wind howled.
From the rearview mirror, you can still see the fire that started in the villa. The dry and poorly maintained forest has already caught fire at this time. The flames are unbridled, manic and fierce, just like his mood at this time.
It's just that he is used to seeing life and death, and he already knows how to hide his sadness.
Those who have passed away only need to be remembered and do not need tears. However, the murderer must pay with his life, and the debtor must pay back the money.
It's not a matter of law, but his principle.
"Revenge is not about dying!" The cigarette butt at the corner of Song Ziyang's mouth moved, as if he was explaining why he stopped Wang Yong just now. He paused and said, "Do you know where Fang Xiong lives?"
"I know!" Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
Song Ziyang looked calm and said: "Go there and wait for him!"
A look of excitement flashed across Wang Yong's face, but after a slight hesitation, he still said: "Brother Song, you are injured. I'd better send you to the hospital first. The boss also needs your help to take care of the funeral and deal with it."
Leave this grandson's matter to me!"
Seeing that Song Ziyang didn't say anything, Wang Yong insisted: "Although my skills are not as good as yours, I can definitely kill him when he is caught off guard!"
Song Ziyang turned around and said softly: "No, you have more important things to do. Now we must investigate clearly who else in Tianmen is colluding with Fang Xiong. In addition, you have to see,
Can you grasp the whereabouts of the boss of Dongxing Club?"
"We can't let Tie Zi wait in a hurry!" Song Ziyang frowned, glanced down at Tie Feilin's remains, and showed a cold smile: "Tie Zi is a strong person, if the culprit who caused him is An Ran
If nothing happens, he won't feel at ease down there."
Kill the boss of Dongxing Society? Even if Wang Yong dared to come to rescue Tie Feilin alone, he was extremely brave, but he was still shocked.
"Brother Song, can it be done? Just the two of us..."
"That's enough!" Song Ziyang's voice was calm, and a murderous aura filled with bloody battles came out from his body.
Wang Yong's heart shrank fiercely, and then he slammed the steering wheel and said loudly: "Okay, I will definitely find out his whereabouts! Let this grandson be buried with the boss!"
After a pause, he said worriedly: "But your injury..."
At this time, Song Ziyang was covered in blood and looked very scary.
"Can't die!"
Song Ziyang gently spit out the cigarette butt, and then slowly unbuttoned his clothes. There were criss-cross, bloody wounds everywhere on his chest, lower abdomen, and arms. However, Song Ziyang knew very well that these wounds only looked scary, but they were not.
Not fatal.
Of course, if the bleeding doesn't stop, he can still bleed to death.
He took out the silver needle and lightly pricked it in several places on his body. Then he took out the hemostatic powder and slowly pressed it on the wound.
When doing these things, the expression on his face did not change at all, as if these injuries happened to someone else.
"No, doesn't it hurt?" The brave Wang Yong saw this scene through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask a stupid question. He even forgot to be surprised how Song Ziyang had such amazing acupuncture skills!
He had some doubts. Could this be the legendary monster that was born with no sense of pain? Otherwise, even if the pain can be endured, the body will always have natural reactions such as tightening and sweating, right?
Song Ziyang wiped the blood stains around the wound with the disinfectant paper towels in the medical kit in the car, slowly buttoned up his shirt, and smiled softly: "It hurts, but I'm used to it!"
Habit, what a terrible habit this is? Wang Yong twitched the corners of his mouth and pursed his lips tightly, but his eyes were filled with infinite fighting spirit and hope.
Fang Xiong was very unhappy.
After he learned that Wang Yong had colluded with a fierce man who appeared out of nowhere and almost rescued Tie Feilin, his many years of experience in the world made him feel uneasy.
My heart felt as if a stone was pressing down on me, so heavy that I couldn't breathe.
"Haven't you found it yet?" Fang Xiong stood in the office that originally belonged to Tie Feilin, holding red wine, looking out at the morning light.
The slightly squat back was pulled into a heavy ball by the light.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Stick Li Da's face.
He pursed his dry lips and whispered: "Although we put all the responsibility on Cihu, Qinglong and Wang Yong, we dare not mobilize too many people before cleaning up the society, so
,so……"
"Trash!" Fang Xiong slammed the wine glass in his hand to his feet, causing Yin Hong's liquid to splash everywhere.
Li Da was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.
Fang Xiong's face was gloomy and frightening. Although Wu Hao, the Thorn Tiger, Zhang Tianxin, the Blue Dragon, Li Da the Stick, and Yao Xinyuan, the Plier, were all called the four generals of Tianmen, in fact, Wu Hao, the Thorn Tiger, was the most powerful.
This person doesn't talk much, but once he takes action against someone, he is as powerful as a mad tiger and is unstoppable.
Originally, he had arranged several close assassins around Wu Hao. However, Zhang Tianxin, the Qinglong who had been following in his footsteps, defected to Dongxing Society at the critical moment.
He warned Wu Hao, which directly led to his men being killed by Wu Hao himself.
Qinglong Zhang Tianxin's more than 300 subordinates, along with the huge territory, have all been swallowed up by Dongxing Society.
Wu Hao, the assassin tiger, has begun to contact his subordinates, and it is very likely that he will attack him.
Even though he had the support of Li Da as a stick and Yao Xinyuan as a plier and became the boss of Tianmen, now, Tianmen's strength has shrunk by half in an instant. The younger brothers below are even more frightened.
Once he takes action against Wu Hao and Dongxing Club takes the opportunity to launch an attack, then he, the Tianmen boss who has not yet got the hot seat, may immediately become a stepping stone for others.
But at this time, Wang Yong, the unsettling factor that should have been eliminated quickly, and the mysterious man, have made no sound at all. How can we not let him feel like a stuck in his throat?
"Look, I don't care what method you use, you must find Wang Yong..."
Fang Xiong was about to get angry, but suddenly something happened in his heart. He raised his legs suddenly and walked out, saying repeatedly: "Call the pliers and go to Beiyuan!"
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