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About half an hour later, the spiritual power from the white jade finger finally stopped. Chen Feng could clearly feel that it wasn't that the spiritual power in the white jade finger was exhausted, but that his body couldn't hold it. At this moment, his The body is like a balloon filled with aura, and there is no way to hold any aura in it.

Holding the white jade ring finger in his hand, Chen Feng quickly sat down cross-legged, and began to practice with concentration and calmness, preparing to turn the pure spiritual energy in his body into internal energy for his use.

Chen Feng was surprised to find that although there was no dantian, under the impact of the sudden influx of spiritual power, his eight extraordinary meridians were miraculously opened up, making every meridian in his body become its own. A dantian that can be used to store internal strength.

At night, the beauty is so intoxicating, a waning moon hangs alone in the sky.

Tiannan Railway Station, twelve o'clock in the morning.

The whistle of the train sounded loudly, and a slightly old train slowly drove into the station.

The train station was crowded with people, children crying, men shouting and screaming, women screaming... There was a lot of noise and noise, and it was extremely crowded. Tiannan City is a first-tier city and it is close to the coast, so Very bustling and lively.

After a while, the doors of the train opened.

Different from the expected crowd of passengers swarming down, after the doors of the train were opened, the inside of the train was very quiet, no crowding, no noise, it was terrifyingly quiet.

Just when the doubtful crowd wanted to go up to see what happened, an old man got off the train.

Pork kidney face, white beard and hair, with a goatee, an old face full of wrinkles, and a bean-sized mole at the corner of his mouth, making his appearance look a bit sinister and wretched.

Seeing the noisy and crowded crowd outside the train, the old man with black mole suddenly raised his head and glared at the crowd with some dissatisfaction. His eyes were gloomy and cold, without the slightest emotion. My heart suddenly trembled, as if struck by lightning.

The noise suddenly stopped, as if someone had suddenly strangled everyone's necks.

Where the old man with the mole walked, the crowd, like the tide, automatically parted a path. No one dared to stop, no one dared to be dissatisfied. The cold and gloomy temperament and the terrifying coercion of the old man with the mole were enough to make everyone They were all terrified.

The old man with black moles walked straight through the crowd and walked out of the train station. Only when his hunched figure had completely disappeared into the darkness did someone react. He let out a long sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a chill on his back, and stretched out his hand. Touched, only to find that the vest had already been drenched in cold sweat.

"Hey, where is the old man going? Take a taxi? It's cheap and fast." Outside the train station, a taxi driver greeted the old man with mole warmly.

The old man with a mole looked up at the taxi driver, walked over slowly, opened the door and got in.

The taxi driver looked happy, and drove away without saying a word. After walking for a while, he asked with a wicked smile: "Old man, where are you going? I think it's not easy for you as an old man, so I will charge you ten yuan for one kilometer." .”

After finishing speaking, a hint of sinister flashed across the taxi driver's face. This trick is his usual trick. He drives first and then negotiates the price. If he is not satisfied, he has to give the money first. Those who stand in this area, no matter men, women, old or young, are cheated by him, and many people have been insulted over the years.

"Tiancai Building," the old man with a mole announced the name of a place, with a deep and hoarse voice, like a parrot whose neck was pinched.

"My God, Tiancai Building?!" The taxi driver's face suddenly turned green. Others don't know that he is a native of Tiannan City. Naturally, it is impossible to be unclear about Tiancai Building. It is the No. [-] building in Tiannan City. The headquarters of the four major gangs of the West City Club. Although the boss and all the heads of the West City Club have been inexplicably wiped out some time ago, there are still many remnants of the West City Club. They control the Tiancai Building and Sifangtai The underground casino.Like mice hiding in the ground, although they act in a low-key manner and dare not come out to cause trouble blatantly, they develop secretly and form a considerable force.

"Old man, what are you doing there? That's not a good place." The taxi driver asked casually.

"My apprentice is working as a bodyguard there. Some time ago he said that he needed me for something and asked me to go over there." The old man with a mole said plainly. His tyrannical strength made him disdain to be wary of anyone.

"Your apprentice?!" The taxi driver glanced at the old man, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. Those who can work as bodyguards in Tiancai Building must be at least at the level of gold medal fighters. At that time, my leg must be broken, and none of those gangsters are good at society. Thinking about it, the taxi driver took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man with black moles. She said flatteringly, "Old man, do you smoke?"

The old man with the mole didn't even look at the taxi driver, and replied coldly, "No smoking."

The taxi driver was embarrassed for a while, sitting on the driver's seat as if he was on pins and needles, and wanted to find a chance to talk about the fare, but he didn't know how to talk about the fare, and he was even more afraid of revealing the truth? When the old man got angry that he offended him again, then Not good.

On the way, the taxi kept an ugly smile on its face, and drove cautiously, not daring to attract the old man's attention.

When the car finally arrived at the gate of Tiancai Building, the taxi driver let out a sigh of relief. As soon as the old man got out of the car, he didn't even ask for the fare, and ran away in the car.

There was no surprise in the eyes of the mole old man Furui Wubo, because he never planned to pay the fare at the beginning~

After entering the gate, there was a sudden smell of smog, and the building seemed to have been cleaned for a long time, with garbage and dust everywhere.

Sitting at the front desk was a young man in a flowered shirt and flip-flops.He put his legs on the front desk in a dawdly manner, leaned the chair against the wall to cut his nails, and looked very arrogant.

The mole old man walked straight towards the young man in the floral shirt, seeing the young man's appearance, the mole old man couldn't help but secretly frowned,

After walking in front of the young man, the old man with a mole suddenly made a move and kicked the young man's chair.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and before the young man could respond, he fell to the ground in an instant.

"My mother, who is it?!"

The young man in the floral shirt roared angrily.

At this moment, a thin old face came into his eyes, with a gloomy expression and cold eyes, which made him shiver uncontrollably and dared not speak anymore.

"Ah Shui is the one who asked me, where is he?" the old man with the mole asked blankly.

"Shui, Brother Shui? Didn't he die a long time ago?!" Flower Shirt was taken aback by the old man's words. Could it be a haunted day in broad daylight?

"What?! Dead!" The eyes of the old man with black moles suddenly turned cold, and he stared at the young man in the floral shirt strangely and said, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Hehe, sir, don't be funny. How dare I make fun of Brother Shui's life. Something happened to Brother Shui. He died half a month ago. He died in our boss's villa. He was killed by someone. , there were also seven or eight brains from our gang who were killed together." The young man in the floral shirt said with a wry smile.

"Who did it?" The old man with the mole had already believed it, because it was indeed half a month ago that he lost contact with his disciple.

"Black Tiger Gang, Cai Dao." A trace of resentment and hatred flashed in the eyes of the young man in the floral shirt...

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