The cool night wind blew on Ximen Lang, which cheered him up and made him feel much more energetic. He glanced over and saw the dark green Mitsubishi off-road vehicle. He walked straight over, opened the door and got into the car. After starting it, he walked towards the car.
Drive east.
In just five minutes, the off-road vehicle drove a long distance and then slowly stopped on the side of the road. Turning off the bright lights, Ximen Lang took out his cell phone, which glowed red and blue in the night, and dialed Xuanyuan
Mo's phone call asked: "Xuanyuan, I came out safely, nothing happened."
Xuanyuan Mo's voice came out, "Really? That's great. Brother Lang, can the brothers withdraw?"
"Just withdrawing like this is a waste of time. Contact Fatty Han and I'll ask him to track Mayihong. See where those guys are currently. If it's convenient, go kill them. Remember,
You have to pretend to be a member of the Prince's Gang. And let Ma Yihong go, just kill a few of his men, and leave that guy to fight with Qiu Longyu."
"I understand, I'll do it right away."
Ximen Lang added: "Also, ask Ronnie to lead the three boys to wait for me in front of the Prodi Hall. I will go find them in a while."
"I know, Brother Lang."
Ximenlang put away his cell phone, took out the Zhongnanhai cigarettes in his pocket, and lit one. The light blue smoke filled the air as his mouth opened and closed, and floated out of the car window.
On the pedestrian road, trendy men and women wearing fashionable attires pass by from time to time, enjoying the colorful nightlife in a leisurely manner. The emerging city of Heshuo is stepping towards becoming a first-class metropolis step by step, becoming more and more prosperous.
Not far away, the thirty-six-story Imperial Capital Building is brightly lit, as majestic as a palace. In the open space in front are hundreds of various luxury cars, including Lexus, BMW, Maybach, Cadillac, Bentley, etc.
, it can simply hold a large-scale car show.
These are the cars of Pegatron's upper class. Ordinary people cannot enter the Imperial Capital Building at all. The membership system alone deters some ordinary rich people. People who come here must not only be rich, but also have extraordinary strength.
When Ximen Lang saw this Heshuo landmark building for the first time, he felt proud and ambitious. One day, I will stand on the top floor of the Imperial Capital Building and overlook the entire Heshuo area!
The cigarette was almost burning to the end, and the intense heat burned his fingers. Only then did Ximen Lang come to his senses, flick the cigarette butt out of the car window, start the off-road vehicle and drive forward.
After turning two streets, the off-road vehicle was getting closer and closer to the Prodi Hall. Ximenlang saw four boys looking around on the roadside, smiled, drove over and stopped.
Ronnie and the others came by taxi, carrying watermelon knives wrapped in newspapers. When they saw this Mitsubishi SUV suddenly parked in front of them, they were startled, and they clenched the knives involuntarily.
, and looked into the car.
Ximenlang stuck his head out of the car window and greeted with a smile, "Brothers, get in the car."
"Brother Lang..."
The four of them screamed in surprise, opened the door and got in. Ronnie sat in the passenger seat, curiously looked at the dashboard of the off-road vehicle, and asked in confusion: "Brother Lang, whose car does this belong to?"
Ximen Lang chuckled, "It's mine."
Ronnie praised and said: "This car is really awesome. Brother Lang is so awesome. In just a few days, he managed to get such a good off-road vehicle."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Just follow me and work hard. Sooner or later you will be able to drive a car like this."
The four younger brothers were all excited when they heard it, and they were full of energy, like beasts ready to go.
"Brother Lang, don't worry, the brothers will work hard with you."
"You said we would go east, but we would never dare to go west."
"That's right, let's put our heads on our belts and rush forward with Brother Lang..."
Ximen Lang said with some emotion: "Since ancient times, wealth has always been sought in danger. Children from poor families like us who have no power and power, if we want to get ahead, we must have the courage to not be afraid of death, and only then can we have hope for the future."
Sit tight and let's get down to business."
The off-road vehicle started and drove quickly on the highway, heading towards the old city of Hucheng. Gradually, the hustle and bustle of the downtown area disappeared, and a large shantytown appeared in front of it.
The old brick buildings are of different sizes and have no rules at all, standing in a haphazard manner.
According to the address on the note, Bu Qingyun's family lived at No. 37, Jiuwei, Kongrong Lane. When the SUV reached Shibawei, it pulled over and stopped. The five people got out of the car and moved forward quietly.
Go.
When he came to a house with red walls and white tiles, Ximen Lang looked at the house number at the entrance of the courtyard. When he confirmed that it was No. 37, he turned his head and whispered: "Go and pick up two bricks."
The two boys walked to the side of the road with their waists bent, and each picked up a brick. One of them asked: "Brother Lang, I picked up the bricks, what should I do now?"
"Give me the knife." Ximenlang took the watermelon knife he handed over, shook off the newspaper on it, and whispered: "Smash it against the window, and then hide. If someone comes out, use the knife to hold it against me."
They must remember not to harm the people inside."
"knew……"
Ronnie and others agreed respectively, and also removed the newspapers from the watermelon knives in their hands, and entered a state of preparation.
Ximenlang waved his hand and ordered in a low voice, "Smash..."
The two boys threw the bricks in their hands at the same time, with skillful techniques. It was obvious that they did this not once or twice.
"Wow..."
The window glass seven or eight meters away was smashed to pieces, which looked particularly harsh in the silent night sky.
The five people were all slim, scattered everywhere, blending into the darkness.
"Ah..." The first thing that appeared was the woman's frightened cry, "What's going on?"
Then there was a man's angry voice, "Someone smashed the glass..."
Then there was Bu Qingyun's angry cry, "I'll fuck you, I'm so impatient..."
The door suddenly opened, and yellowish light poured out. Bu Qingyun ran out with bare feet and a kitchen knife in his hand, roaring loudly: "Who did this, get out of here..."
The sound echoed in the night sky, like muffled thunder.
The door of the neighbor's room opened, and a man just poked his head out. The woman scolded him back, "What are you doing? Come back quickly, or you will die..." The man shivered in fright, and jerked his head back.
The door slammed shut.
At this time, Bu Qingyun's father, a tall man in his forties, came out carrying a rolling pin more than a foot long and asked, "Have you seen anyone?"
Bu Qingyun shook his head and said, "No, I don't know where he is hiding. I'll go out and have a look..." He walked over barefoot and opened the door. His father was obviously worried and followed him with a rolling pin.
Come out of the gate.
When Bu Qingyun turned to look east, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a sharp watermelon knife was pressed against it. Then, someone said coldly: "If you want to die, don't resist, put down the kitchen knife..."
Next to him, Bu Qingyun's father noticed that the situation was abnormal and shouted, "Don't touch my son..." He held up the rolling pin and was about to rush over. Unexpectedly, both of his arms were held down by someone who suddenly appeared in the corner.
A watermelon knife was held to his neck.
"Uncle, please calm down. How can you be so irritable at such an old age? The knife doesn't have eyes, so it won't be good if it hurts you."