Song Ziyang had eaten breakfast and was holding a cup of tea. He squinted his eyes slightly and watched the sunlight in front of him gently rubbing and kissing on the glass, which was warm and pleasant.
He looked relaxed and content, not at all like he had been waiting for three days and still couldn't find a chance to make a move.
Yes, three days have passed since Fang Xiong's death.
Obviously, Zhao Neng had received the news and felt the danger. He began to live in a solitary manner, and at night, his whereabouts were even more mysterious. Wang Yong and the few people under him could not determine his location at all.
Fang Xiong was in a hurry to settle things between him and Wang Yong in order to control Tianmen, so he took advantage of him and killed him in public.
But this obviously cannot be replicated in Zhao Neng.
This is the heart of Dongxing Society. Song Ziyang only has one chance to take action. If he misses, Zhao Neng will lurk. It will be difficult to find him again.
Therefore, Song Ziyang is waiting. And he firmly believes that the one who cannot bear it first will definitely be the other party.
In order to kill the leader of an armed group, he once lurked in the jungle alone for fifteen days. Even though the rebels searched the jungle three times, they remained hidden. In the end, he successfully killed the target.
In terms of patience, few people in this world can compare to him.
Especially when hunting.
"Brother Song!" Wang Yong walked in quickly and said quickly: "I contacted the boss who was ambushing Zhao Neng and got the accurate information. Zhao Neng will have a banquet at the Haitian Hotel at two o'clock this afternoon.
Qinglong’s grandson!”
"Now that we have news, please sit down and have something to eat first!"
Song Ziyang pointed to the breakfast placed next to him.
"Oh..." Wang Yong did as he was told. Although he couldn't eat, he also knew that Song Ziyang always had a reason why he had to eat.
After devouring a bowl of rice, Wang Yong wiped his lips and stood up when he saw Song Ziyang still sitting there.
"No, I'll go directly to have lunch when I wait a little longer!" Song Ziyang chuckled.
"Ah?" Wang Yong said with a bitter look on his face: "One o'clock? Is it a little late?"
"It's not too late!" Song Ziyang continued drinking tea.
Wang Yong sat down again, but he felt as if there was a needle under his butt, which made him unable to sit still at all: "Brother Song, wait here, I'll go out for a walk!"
Song Ziyang put down the tea cup and said slowly: "You are a familiar face from Dongxing Society. If you go out, you will probably be bumped into by them. It is better to stay here!"
Seeing Wang Yong fidgeting, Song Ziyang chuckled and said, "Do you know how to catch a rabbit with both hands?"
"Huh? I don't know!" Wang Yong replied absently.
"Rabbits are timid by nature and act cautiously. As soon as there is any disturbance, they will run away, and ordinary people cannot catch up with them. If you want to catch him with your hands, you can only let the rabbit treat you as a stone or a tree. Some
Sometimes, rabbits will even urinate next to you to make sure you are safe."
"At this time, the less you can move. Until it lifts all its guard and walks in front of you, it can take action. Moreover, there is only one chance!"
Song Ziyang shook his right hand in vain: "Zhao Neng is the rabbit we want to hunt!"
Wang Yong looked thoughtful, and after a while he raised his head and said, "I know!"
"Yeah." Song Ziyang stared at him with a smile and said, "It's okay now anyway. Are you interested in playing with me?"
Wang Yong's eyes lit up. Of course he knew that Song Ziyang wanted to give him some advice, so he nodded quickly and said, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to let you enjoy yourself because of my poor skills!"
"Then use all your strength!" Song Ziyang stood up, and the two of them pushed the sofa and other things away, and then stood on both sides.
Wang Yong stood up, took a machete, and muttered: "Brother Song, shall I start?"
As he said that, he shouted loudly, stepped forward suddenly, and slashed with his sword!
"Remember, the murderer is not a knife, but a person!"
Song Ziyang's voice was calm, and he turned slightly to let go of the knife. Then he turned his wrist and wiped the white deer rhinoceros knife towards Wang Yong's neck.
The brutal murderous intent broke out instantly.
Wang Yong felt as if he was being stared at by a giant python. His expression changed and he involuntarily took two steps back, only to find that Song Ziyang was still standing where he was, not moving.
"Only when there is murderous intent in the heart can the sword have murderous intent! It advances like thunder and retreats like lightning. Between movement and stillness, you must be decisive and decisive. Don't be sloppy or hesitant!"
"When fighting with others, you must have the momentum to go and never come back, and leave three points of strength behind when you strike..."
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For an hour, Wang Yong felt as if he had died dozens of times. Only then did he understand why Song Ziyang was able to kill the elites of the society just like killing pigs and dogs.
A soldier king who emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was not at the same level as the so-called club boy who was brave but not necessarily afraid of death.
"Maybe I'm too stupid!" Wang Yong sat down on the sofa, almost losing strength.
Song Ziyang was also slightly panting, but this intensity of exercise was nothing to him.
"A person's talent and luck may be different, but what I believe more is hard work!" Song Ziyang's eyes flashed, revealing a deep light: "The so-called strong people do not necessarily have to have extraordinary talent and extreme luck.
Well, hard work and countless sweat can always break the shackles of fate and talent!"
Work hard? Could it be that he is so strong and this is how he got here? Wang Yong glanced at Song Ziyang with some emotion.
Immediately, a look of determination appeared in his eyes: "Brother Song, I know what I should do. Maybe I have missed the best time to practice martial arts, maybe my talent is stupid, but I believe that I can pave the way for myself with sweat and blood.
It’s the way to be strong!”
"The first time I saw you, I knew that one day would come!" Song Ziyang turned and walked towards the bathroom: "I'm going to take a bath!"
Wang Yong watched his javelin-like figure disappear. He suddenly stood up, holding the steel knife and slowly swung it. One after another, the exhaustion of his body almost destroyed him, but he still gritted his teeth.
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Yes, I firmly believe that hard work can make up for the lack of talent and regain my past time. As for luck, I am very lucky. I met the boss and Brother Song...
Song Ziyang came out of the bathroom and saw Wang Yong still practicing there, so he didn't say much. At least he didn't have to worry that Wang Yong would sink after avenging Tie Feilin.
Song Ziyang walked slowly to the window and looked at the scenery at his feet.
In this world, there are some people who are born with the ability to overlook all sentient beings. But can they continue to stand so proudly? Not necessarily!
There was a mocking smile on Song Ziyang's lips, but his eyes became colder and colder, as if he had thought of something!