Zhang Hou looked around warily after hearing this.
Then he turned around and walked into the building.
There were only two people in the empty corridor, and it was extremely quiet.
After confirming that there were no other eyes and ears, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He took out one, put it in his mouth, and popped open the metal cover of the lighter with a "pop" sound.
He took a deep breath and then said: "Eighty percent of it is true."
Seeing the slightly pale face of the young man next to him, Zhang Hou sighed.
He understood that his younger brother would be beaten and killed regardless of whether he opened or shut his mouth.
But in fact, this rough appearance is largely to hide the fear inside.
"The Secret Service has publicly announced the news, so there is basically no mistake. Otherwise, if someone just announced his death here and then jumped out there, how would the official reputation be? So this matter must have been confirmed before it came out.
announcement.”
"Then if he dies, what will we do next?"
The young man's brows and eyes were full of unconcealable nervousness, which was in perfect contrast to his previous "arrogance". "It's been several days, and no one has contacted us. Do you think this Black...is it true?"
Abandoned? Gone? In other words, will the Special Secretary continue to investigate? The president must have a list of personnel in his hand."
"Don't panic," Zhang Hou patted his brother on the shoulder, comforted him, and said, "That's why I can say that the current time is very special. The president is dead, and I know nothing about other leadership.
I don't even know about the members from other regions. We all suddenly became black-eyed and became outcasts.
Is the situation bad? Very bad, but not necessarily.
I have been thinking about this these days, maybe this is also a good thing."
"Good thing?"
"Yes, as you said, the president must have a complete list of members.
If Terry had obtained this list, then if he thought about it from his perspective, he would have suppressed the news first and arrested the people according to the list.
But now, the news of the president's death is directly disclosed, but your brother and I, the so-called branch president, are safe and sound.
What does this mean?
It means that Terry did not get the list.
Or maybe it was destroyed in a fight, or maybe he didn't even have it with him."
After a pause, Zhang Hou continued, "In this way, I feel that maybe this matter can become a secret forever. We will pretend that we have never joined this organization, forget these memories, and start everything again."
"Is this... okay?"
"Why not? No one will know that we have ever joined. Besides, we have never done anything for this organization," Zhang Hou said, the cigarette ashes on his fingertips getting longer and longer.
He squinted his eyes, "I joined out of necessity. What is Black? A puppet supported by foreign countries!
This is a pirate ship. It is easy to get on but difficult to get off.
Fortunately, we haven't joined for a long time, and we haven't done anything to seek glory in the true sense.
Take this opportunity to make a clean break.
In this way...even if Qi Si rushes to the door someday in the future, there will be room for relaxation."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man cut off his cigarette, poked the young man's chest with his yellowed fingers, and said earnestly: "Do you know why I rarely use the practitioners in my hands? Why do I never let your hands get blood on them?
Really? Think about it, if you don’t leave a way out, there really will be no way out.”
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hou glanced at his thoughtful brother and said, "Okay, I'll go upstairs to rest. You can go and rest too."
"I'll take you up," the young man said.
Then, the two went up the stairs to the lounge.
After arranging for the young man to enter the room, Zhang Hou chose the room next door.
Open the door and turn on the light, the room is bright.
Although I used spiritual energy to force out the alcohol, my body was still tired after all.
After checking the time and seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Hou took off his coat and prepared to sleep.
However, just when he had just folded his coat and placed it on the bedside table.
Suddenly, he felt like his brain was suddenly dizzy.
Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a slight noise in the room.
The light went out instantly.
The room suddenly fell into deep darkness.
Zhang Hou was stunned for a moment, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the door!
Then I saw the dark room, and the door had been opened at some point.
At the door, a mysterious black figure was standing there quietly, looking down at him!
"ah!"
Zhang Hou subconsciously retreated in panic. He looked panicked, but the stool in his hand rubbed against the floor, making a sharp "squeak" sound, which was very harsh.
"Boss Zhang, please stop playing tricks like this. It's useless."
The dark figure at the door seemed to have seen through Zhang Hou's little movements and said leisurely.
Zhang Hou's face darkened when he heard this, and the panic on his face disappeared. He stared and asked, "What did you do to my brother?"
His younger brother lives next door. He has a peak level of second-grade cultivation and is also his personal bodyguard. He obviously trusts his own family more than outsiders.
It stands to reason that with such a loud noise, my brother should have arrived long ago, but now that there is no movement, it is easy to judge that something must have happened.
"He? Don't worry, nothing's wrong. He's just not very obedient, so let him sleep for a while first."
Cheng Lin's voice was leisurely. He thought for a moment and then added thoughtfully, "It's just a coma."
Zhang Hou was slightly relieved after hearing this, but he still didn't dare to be careless and guessed: "You... are looking for me? It's about business?"
After saying that, he only heard the figure at the door sneer:
"Business? That's right."
With that said, Cheng Lin, wearing a black sweatshirt, sunglasses and a mask, slowly walked into the room, stretched out his hand to pull a chair over, blocked the door, and then sat on it Shiran himself.
The light in the room was dim, but fortunately some starlight came in from the window, so the situation in the room was not completely unclear.
Zhang Hou had calmed down now and felt that the other party was not hostile. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and wanted to sit down and talk to the other party.
However, just when he was about to take a seat, he only heard the black figure coldly snort: "Did you let me sit down?"
There was a hint of aura mixed in this "hum".
For an ordinary person, Zhang Hou, it is enough to cause him physical fear and nervousness.
Seeing the confused look of the middle-aged man, Cheng Lin suddenly laughed again and said, "You're just kidding, this is your territory. If you want to sit down, of course you can. Are you right?... President Zhang?"
Zhang Hou was already unsure of the stranger's purpose. At this moment, he suddenly heard the other party say the name "President Zhang". Even though he had extraordinary concentration, he couldn't help but change his face, "You... you are..."
"Who do you want to ask me? I would also like to ask what President Zhang means?" Cheng Lin deliberately looked fierce, and his fourth-grade aura deliberately leaked out a little to add to his momentum.
His tone suddenly became cold, like the midwinter wind, pouring into Zhang Hou's ears:
"I accidentally overheard the conversation between the two of you before. Well, as expected, once the previous president died, the people below him became really restless.
Are you still thinking of leaving the organization?
What do you say...let this become a secret forever?
Haha, President Zhang, President Zhang, what do you want me to say about you?
Innocent?
Or stupid?
You look like a smart person, why do you say stupid things?"
After a pause, Cheng Lin deliberately darkened his face and raised his tone again, "Do you really think... you can leave the organization? You should know that in any organization, traitors... will never be merciful!"
"Plop!"
As soon as Cheng Lin finished speaking, Zhang Hou finally couldn't resist the fear in his heart. Under the suppression of the fourth-grade cultivation level, he, an ordinary person, could hardly even breathe. Especially when he heard Cheng Lin's words, why didn't he understand?
This is obviously the organization coming to our door!
This person said "the former president is dead", which revealed two important pieces of information.
First, the President is indeed dead, very dead.
Second, a new person has taken over the top leadership of the black organization.
If nothing else happens, it is very likely that it is the person in front of me!
Thinking of this, Zhang Hou knelt on the ground with a plop, with a look of fear on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't dare, I don't dare, this is just a misunderstanding... I don't know who you are..."
Cheng Lin was quite pleased to see that his intimidation was very effective.