chaotic world

The servant sent word that Mr. Cheng asked Mr. Chen to meet in the study on the second floor alone.

Climbing up the mahogany stairs, the handrails are smooth and thick, and underneath are hand-carved peony flowers. Zhou Lan touched it with his hands, and felt both happy and angry. He thought this was the home of Cheng Batou?What a waste.

The servant knocked lightly on the door of the study: "Master, Mr. Chen is here."

An old and arrogant voice came from inside: "Let him in."

no "please"

Cheng Yuezhi's father is a strong old man, at first glance, he looks very similar to his son, except that this is the older version, and he is shorter.When Zhou Lan saw him for the first time, he couldn't help shaking his whole body, clenched his fists involuntarily, and then forced himself to relax secretly.

The arrogant old man only thinks that he is a young man who has never seen the world, and if he suddenly sees the world, he must be afraid.Such a person is really lucky to dare to beg his daughter.

He is very serious, and he doesn't even smile. Except for a glance when Zhou Lan enters the door, the old man no longer looks at him. It is a great compliment for a boy like this with no hair to come into his study and talk to him. His daughter is not worried about marrying, there are plenty of good men in this world, and seeing him today is purely to make his daughter happy.

Old Master Cheng sat firmly in the Taishi chair, looking at something like a ledger in his hand, and didn't say to let Zhou Lan sit.

By the way, he asked about something, and the question was quite straightforward. The Yamen checked the details of the other party's net worth like a prisoner, from who is the last name to where the family lives, from the relationship between parents to the three generations of the family.

Zhou Lan stood in front of the desk, answered respectfully, and listed the family background of his classmate Chen Yuehan.

Mr. Cheng didn't look at him, and Zhou Lan didn't look at him either. That face was too disgusting. Things that only appeared in nightmares now appeared in front of his eyes. He wanted to run away and jump on it to fight.

Zhou Lan glanced around while speaking, and he took a good look at the study. The only sharp tools were a few Langhao brushes, and the only blunt weapon was a piece of ruler more than half a foot long, which didn't fit his hand.

The study room has a large spanning balcony, and there is a strong servant downstairs, and it is estimated that he can rush upstairs in a few strides.

Mr. Cheng compared what the other party said with what he knew privately, and they basically matched.But it also confirmed his view of Chen Yuehan as a small family.

He once again raised his eyelids arrogantly, glanced at the other person, and thought: This little white face is really good-looking, gentle and handsome, no wonder Yuezhi likes it.

"The family background is not bad, why don't you ask me how the Cheng family is?" Mr. Cheng finally asked.

Zhou Lan didn't look at him, but stared at the ruler on the table with lowered eyelashes - in the eyes of Mr. Cheng, this was an expression that dared not look directly at the elders.

Zhou Lan said calmly: "Yuezhi is your daughter, the most precious thing of the Cheng family, I know that is enough."

Cheng Yuezhi was Zhou Lan's stepping stone, his trump card. What he said was the truth, but in the ears of Mr. Cheng, it was an outright compliment. He was used to being complimented all his life. It seemed to be contemptuous but also seemed to be a reply, and he snorted in his throat.

Then he stood up and walked out of the study with his hands behind his back. Zhou Lan opened the door first with winks. Old Master Cheng walked out as he should, without calling him, but went downstairs and told the servant: " Tell the lady to eat."

The restaurant is very spacious, Mr. Cheng sits at the main table, Cheng Yuezhi is separated from Zhou Lan and him, and there is an empty seat on the other side of Mr. Cheng, Zhou Lan knows who it is reserved for.

Sure enough, the housekeeper bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Master, the young master has something to do in the mine, so come back later."

As the dishes were served one by one, Zhou Lan was thinking about Du Yunfeng outside the door. At this moment, he must be ants on the hot pot, and he was running around in a hurry, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

——Could it be that he just had a meal in peace and then went back empty-handed?Then wait for Du Yunfeng to go head-to-head on other hills and fight to the death?Then look at Cheng Baotou's disgusting face swaggering and living well in the world?

Zhou Lan is also an ant on a hot pot. He has been looking for opportunities since he entered the yard, but no matter how he looks at it, he is a sheep lost to a wolf's den.

Next to it was the voice of Cheng Yuezhi and her father acting like a spoiled child. Zhou Lan heard it harshly, so harshly that it made his throat hurt. He grabbed the edge of the stool with all his strength. two people.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and so did his heart.

The servant pushed the little fat lamb that was grilled in oil with a small trolley, and there was still a red charcoal fire burning under it. Under the charcoal shelf, there was a sharp meat knife.

The third concubine was talkative, so she said delicately: "This is the little lamb who came over from Suiyuan, hey, smell it, the house is full of fragrance." Then she looked at the master flatteringly, and glanced over with a smile from the corner of her eyes Zhou Lan didn't look like he was looking at his son-in-law.

"Third Aunt, I'll give you more food later." Cheng Yuezhi is pure and in a good mood today, so she kisses everyone.

The servant pushed the trolley around the table, first sliced ​​a few pieces of the best tender meat to the old man, and then presented a plate to the guest Zhou Lan with a wink.

Zhou Lan turned around casually, and accidentally touched the lamb meat that was still dripping with oil, scalded it and avoided it, and the plate was smashed to pieces. Cheng Yuezhi was startled, but then she pulled Zhou Lan's hand distressedly. Watching and blowing, the servant repeatedly said sorry, then put down the knife, and went to pick up the broken bowls and chaff on the floor...

Everyone's attention was attracted by the mess. Zhou Lan stood up and avoided the broken bowl. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he suddenly picked up the cold and bright meat knife, and knocked it down with lightning speed. Cheng Yuezhi strangled Mr. Cheng by his elbow with a stride, and put the knife tightly around his neck. He yelled, "Do you want to die?"

Compared with Cheng Yuezhi, in this family, Mr. Cheng's words are the same, so it is more realistic to tie him up.

Everyone, including Mr. Cheng, was stunned for a moment. After a second of eerie silence, the collective realization suddenly dawned on them. The concubines and wives ran out like shit, "Help, save the master!"

Cheng Yuezhi's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe what she saw. She murmured: "John, what are you doing? He is my father." She wanted to pull Zhou Lan's arm as she spoke.

"Don't come over!" Old Master Cheng and Zhou Lan shouted almost at the same time.

The servants had already rushed into the house, and several guns were pointed at Zhou Lan at the same time. They were clever and winking and quickly pulled Cheng Yuezhi out of the sudden wailing. Isn't it enough for the master to fall into the hands of thieves?

"John Chen, you are so brave. What do you want to do?" Mr. Cheng was suffocated by him, and he struggled to speak a word.

Zhou Lan ignored his question. He carefully blocked the gunshots in front of him with Mr. Cheng's head, and shouted an order: "Put the gun down, or I'll bleed him."

The gun in the servant's hand dangled, indicating hesitation. Zhou Lan stabbed Old Man Cheng's thigh with a backhand knife, and immediately put it back on his neck. The knife edge was bloody, which stained Old Man Cheng's neck red.

"Let it go!" Old Master Cheng said. He didn't think much of the gentle Zhou Lan just now. The pain in his thigh made him suddenly realize how bad it was. He had earned so many years of money and his family had a big business, so he couldn't enjoy it with his life.

The servants in the house put down their guns one after another and stepped back. Zhou Lan pushed the people forward until they reached the yard, where there were bloodstains all over the ground.

Dozens of servants had already gathered in the yard, with dark gun barrels and shiny knives, and some of them were eager to go around behind Zhou Lan.

No matter how fast a knife is, it is not as fast as a gun. He must make a quick decision. There are many opponents, and he cannot defend against a cold shot in the back of the head.

Zhou Lan leaned against the big tree, tightened his grip on the hostage, and then said coldly in the hostage's ear: "I'm only here to ask for money, and I don't want to hurt your life. You open the door, or I will die with you today."

There is no turning back when the bow is opened. If old man Cheng is strong enough and not afraid of death, Zhou Lan can only die with him.

Du Yunfeng outside the door was going crazy, restless, he regretted that he didn't stop Zhou Lan just now, and now he hoped that Zhou Lan would not act without authorization and come out with all his tail.He shouldn't have let Zhou Lan take this risk. Even if he entered the big courtyard alone, he couldn't guarantee that he could accomplish anything, let alone Zhou Lan. Du Yunfeng never thought he could have this ability.

He stood outside in good order, at a loss, like a waste——if Zhou Lan could get out safely, he would be willing to immediately draw a gun and kill himself in exchange.

At the same time, Mr. Cheng was enduring the pain in his leg, and his mind was also thinking quickly: Once the gate is opened, how many people may come in.He covered the wound on his thigh with one hand, suppressed his panic, and tried his best to soften his tone, but because he was used to arrogance, his tone was limited: "I have plenty of money. If I have the ability to take it out by myself, you kill me, you wait to change." Sieve it." After speaking, he sneered.

This sneer expression is too familiar to Zhou Lan, he has seen countless times of such a smiling smile under the dim lantern during the days when the sun was out of sight, and it shocked him. be terrified.

Zhou Lan raised the knife, as if he had forgotten to care about the dozens of guns in the yard, he said without thinking: "Can't you have a good laugh?"

Then he raised the tip of the knife and slashed upwards along the mouth of Old Master Cheng.

A human mouth suddenly turned into a bloody mouth.

Old Master Cheng let out a scream and covered half of his face. Zhou Lan raised his head with bright eyes and opened the door with a shout. The door opened with a sound.

The black wooden door with copper buttons opened again, and Du Yunfeng rushed into the yard like crazy with Browning in his arms. Twenty brothers followed closely behind him. He saw Zhou Lan under the tree. , his eyes were shining with excitement, and in broad daylight, he was tightly hugging a blood gourd-like monster with white teeth bared.

The crimes committed by the son of the Cheng family finally took revenge on everyone in the Cheng family.

The first thing to do when entering the hospital was to hand in the guns. Du Yunfeng had few people. In order to prevent the resistance of dozens of Cheng’s family members, he ordered people to tie them up on the spot. He tied up dozens of meat dumplings and piled them in the center of the yard, on the high wall of the watchtower. They also changed their own people, and the brothers of Black Eagle Mountain changed from one knife to several guns in an instant.

There were manpower in the yard, armed with guns to guard the people on the ground, Jin Xiaoman led a few people to rob in the front yard, real gold and silver, antiques and jade, treasures of calligraphy and painting, pearls and emeralds of aunts and wives, entered them as soon as they saw them sack.

Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng took a few people straight to the backyard. He wanted to see what was in the backyard.

Prying open the door of the warehouse, people rushed in together with Sunshine, only Zhou Lan stood at the door and paused, Du Yunfeng turned around in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Lan swallowed her saliva, sniffled her nose unconsciously, raised her head and squinted her eyes, took a deep breath, and then gave another jolt: "It's so fragrant, so sweet!"

Du Yunfeng didn't smell any sweetness, and inexplicably turned around and used a knife to pick apart the bundles of sacks behind him, revealing pieces of dark red bricks at the cracks.Zhou Lan walked in almost directly, and picked up a brick, which was high-quality Indian smoky clay, and was very expensive.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at delicious food. He had just quit not long ago, so he remembered how good this thing was.

Du Yunfeng grabbed the cigarette block with his hands and threw it on the ground, and pulled Zhou Lan out: "Go and have a look at other warehouses." Then he turned his head and motioned to the brothers behind him to quickly remove those sacks of big smoke bricks.

There are three storehouses in the backyard of the Cheng family. The first two store sacks of soot. The third storehouse is different. It is covered with long wooden crates under a thick oilcloth. Prying open a box, it was full of hay. He reached out to touch the grass, paused, and raised his head towards Zhou Lan, with a smile that couldn't be restrained: "Guess what?"

Zhou Lan was very excited when he was disturbed by the smell of opium all over the room. He was so excited that he couldn't concentrate. His brain was running fast. When everyone was carrying things outside, he began to change his plan in his mind, and he was absent-minded and perfunctory. One sentence: "What is it?"

Du Yunfeng picked it up and pulled out a brand new shell gun from the hay.

Looking into the warehouse, there are piles of wooden boxes and piles of small wooden boxes beside the wall. Don't ask, they must be bullets.

Opium arms, how could the Cheng family not be rich?

Zhou Lan looked at the gun, blinked, snapped his fingers suddenly, raised his legs and walked out the door, walked around the backyard, looked at the house, touched the high wall, and finally raised his legs to run to other yards, Du Yunfeng dropped the gun , motioning for people to move out, and then ran out with Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan ran along the wall, looking east and west, all the way back to the front yard, Jin Xiaoman and his group packed gold and silver into several sacks, the Cheng family had a car, it was full, mules and horses were also brought out, ready to go look.

Zhou Lan suddenly yelled to stop, and ordered Jin Xiaoman to put everything back as it was. Jin Xiaoman scratched his head and stuttered: "Army, military division, what's wrong?"

Du Yunfeng ran around with Zhou Lan, ran out of the doorway, his head was clear, and he also yelled at Jin Xiaoman: "I told you to let it go, and you put it back." At the same time, he yelled at a little brother: "Go and tell the backyard not to go. Moved, stop quickly, put everything back in the warehouse for me."

Zhou Lan turned around and smiled at Du Yunfeng: "We have money and guns!"

Du Yunfeng fired a gun into the sky: "Damn it, this is the best hill!"

All the opium bricks in the warehouse at the back were squeezed into one warehouse, and a room was vacated to accommodate all the people who were tied into rice dumplings. Some scolded and some begged for mercy. Cheng Yuezhi was among them, crying and calling Chen Yuehan You are struck by lightning.

Zhou Lan ignored her, he was not Chen Yuehan, so he took it easy.

"Son of a bitch, dead bastard, dog and bandit, I can't kill you well." Someone scolded.

Zhou Lan turned her head and looked at the crowd.

He ordered a few people who shouted and cursed to be captured from the pile of zongzi, and they knelt in the courtyard like zongzi. He randomly took out a pistol from a brother, walked over without saying a word, and touched the ground on the ground. Shots were fired in the head, one shot after another, no one dodging, no hand shaking.

He is like a skilled western food chef, with spots on his white suit, the red ones are blood, the white ones are brains, but he doesn't care, and he can't be afraid of dirty clothes when he works.

When it was the turn of the last person's head, the cock got stuck, and he slapped it a few times, but he was dumb. The person on the ground was already too scared to speak, and he closed his eyes hard, and his body was full of feces and urine.

Zhou Lan stretched out his hand towards Du Yunfeng with a calm expression: "Give me the gun!"

Du Yunfeng didn't move. It was almost the first time he saw Zhou Lan killing without blinking an eye. The last time Zhou Lan rescued him at Black Eagle Mountain, he covered his face. There is nothing wrong with killing people in the blink of an eye, but he was too calm today. That gesture was like usual when he stretched out his hand: "Yunfeng, serve a bowl of rice."

Du Yunfeng shuddered secretly, without handing out his gun, he just advised, "Mu An, it's almost done."

Zhou Lan spread out his hands, passed the trigger ring through his fingers, and spun the gun a few times in his hand, and stopped playing if he didn't want to play.

He stood still and looked at the group of people on the ground who were too afraid to cry: "You must be obedient" he said, and the gun in his hand swept across the crowd casually. Bow your head and dodge.

Then he gave up on the fateful man on the ground and walked towards Du Yunfeng. After walking a few steps, he regretted it again. He turned around and ran back, picked up the gun and smashed it on the man's head. He held the barrel of the gun, and the handle became a hammer. , slapped his head and covered his face: "Who are you calling a bastard, talk, talk..."

Du Yunfeng rushed forward, not for anything else, if the gun went off, Zhou Lan's smashing method would be his own.

Zhou Lan couldn't stop thinking, the gun was gone, and he hadn't forgotten to chop off his feet fiercely, the people on the ground had already stopped moving.

Zhou Lan's trick is not only useful to Cheng's family, but also to the brothers of Black Eagle Mountain. They have seen Zhou Lan's head-shot second shopkeeper, and it is the same as today. Feel cautious.

It stands to reason that those who were born as bandits have seen a lot of life and death, so they are not afraid of anything.

The thing I'm afraid of is this style of play, this way of killing.

The matter is not over yet, the son of the Cheng family is still outside, and someone has a gun in his hand. If there is a fight inside and outside the courtyard, this fortress-like Cheng family compound is not afraid of anything, but Zhou Lan doesn't want to fight with him, he wants to capture him alive he.

Together with Du Yunfeng, the two hit it off.

The watchtower is very high, and the brothers from Heiyingshan have changed into Cheng Jiajia Ding's black coat and white shirt, and there is no abnormality.

After a whole afternoon of tossing, people were exhausted, and while guarding, they each looked for food.

Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng were also hungry, and surrounded the table at noon, regardless of the coldness, they plucked a few mouthfuls, but the little tender lamb didn't move much, lit the charcoal fire and coaxed it, and the hot aroma came out again After coming out, Du Yunfeng pulled out a small soft silver knife and cut off a piece, squeezed it warmly in his hand, and handed it to Zhou Lan.

Without thinking about it, Zhou Lan stretched out his neck to bite, and just chewed his hand clean, like a gentle and harmless little pet.

Du Yunfeng watched him eat, his heart was warm, and he ate a piece himself: "I think you almost cut that old man to pieces, you probably won't survive tonight."

Zhou Lan didn't raise his head: "If he survives tonight, I'll personally send him on the road tomorrow morning." Then he suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Yunfeng, I think today is very good, it's almost perfect."

Du Yunfeng knew that what he said was that Cheng hadn't caught his head yet, and Zhou Lan wanted to kill him the most. As for why he wanted to kill him so much, Du Yunfeng knew it was because of the gold mine, but there were still some vague reasons that he couldn't figure out.

Du Yunfeng raised his hand and called Jin Xiaoman, and asked him to push the cart away, share the food with everyone, and specially instructed: "Cheng, come back, try to catch him alive, don't kill him."

Du Yunfeng ordered to catch him alive, and the Cheng family's son really went home alive and kicking that night.

The gold mine was bewitched that day. First, there was an inexplicable power outage. After finally finding the break and repairing it, two workers were missing. After finding it, they were smoked to death. When they finally started working, they passed the gold sieve. Another big hole was inexplicably broken. In short, there was a wave of unrest and another wave. Cheng Botou was busy until the evening before it stopped.

He drove home with two attendants, because the door of the house was closed all year round, so he drove directly to the side door, which was not big enough to allow a car to pass through.

The horn rang outside the door, the firelight on the watchtower flickered, the door opened slowly, and the car drove in.

The yard by the side door is not big, it is usually equivalent to a garage, and people have to go through a small side door to enter the compound.

Cheng Baotou got out of the car as usual, and after taking two steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, it was too quiet, usually when he came home, the butler Li, who had brought him since childhood, would definitely come to greet him, and the servants would also rush over, carrying things. , Pick up the clothes, pick up the clothes.

There is no one today.

He stopped, didn't move his body and head, just turned his eyes left and right, and he took a step back.Want to retreat to the car.

But it was too late, the door closed with a bang, and the servant at the door showed his gun—the door was so thick that it was blocked, and the car couldn't get out.

Close the door and beat the dog, he wanted to rush out, but two guns were pointed at him from the other side of the door, and bullets roared down from the watchtower. He was forced to abandon the car and retreat into the courtyard. A servant was beaten before he could leave the courtyard. Becoming a sieve, another follower went back to back with him and entered the compound while shooting back.

Because he wanted to catch him alive, the bullets flew around Cheng's name, and he was still unharmed in the hail of bullets.

He was fierce and aggressive in the first place, and coupled with the upheaval in his own family, at this moment he almost fought back with all his strength.

The servant was not so lucky. After being shot in the leg, he was used as a human shield by the surname Cheng. The brothers in Heiyingshan were not stingy with bullets, and they were beaten to pieces in an instant.

Zhou Lan doesn't have to participate in these battles himself, he is not afraid of death, but he cherishes his life, and he will not fight unless it is absolutely necessary.

He is currently sitting calmly in the study room on the second floor of Mr. Cheng, which is the seat where Mr. Cheng sat just at noon. In less than a day and night, he changed his owner-this glory came too dangerous, this wealth came. too easy.

He stroked the armrests of the stool and the mahogany desk. He fell in love with these furniture at noon. Such good things should be used by worthy people, such as himself. He looked up and thought about it, and Yunfeng.

Everyone is running for glory and wealth, but there are tens of thousands of roads under their feet. Some people have traveled thousands of miles and never made it all their lives, and some people have reached the sky in one step and then made it to the sky.But what he took today was definitely a shortcut, he took a shortcut.

He was short of money before, but suddenly he was no longer short. Xiao Yunfeng was short of guns, and suddenly they came in piles and bundles.

It's really rich and expensive.

Hearing the gunshots in the side yard gradually fade away, he was full of confidence, and he was sure that the one surnamed Cheng couldn't escape.

Whatever he wants, he will get it immediately.

What others owed him, he has been getting it back little by little over the years, and today it is still a little bit worse.

The man surnamed Cheng ran out of bullets, and the brothers from Heiyingshan stopped shooting. The encirclement was shrinking, and they were ready to capture him alive.

The design of the Cheng family compound is very exquisite. The courtyard with seven turns and eight turns is similar to the pavilions and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River. Cheng Botou is very familiar with the terrain. He lost his gun and ran away. He went through several courtyards in a row, and finally turned into the garden. Blocked by the brigade's people, when he had nowhere to go, he climbed up the rockery with a few steps, jumped into the balcony on the second floor of the entrance, and broke in through the window.

Du Yunfeng called out to Mu An, and immediately followed.

When he followed up into the study room, it was already in a mess inside, Zhou Lan's hand holding the gun was pressed to the ground, and Cheng, a sturdy and ruthless man, was just picking up an inkstone and smashing it down: "I'll die every day, you bastard!" , The scourge has come to my house."

Du Yunfeng pounced on him, and threw the person surnamed Cheng out. He was stronger than Zhou Lan, and he was evenly matched and pushed the person surnamed Cheng to the ground.

Cheng was still cursing obscenities, Zhou Lan swung his gun and threw it at the opponent's Tianling Gai, telling him to shut up before he uttered even worse words——Zhou Lan still didn't want to shoot, he wanted to live .

All fights are lightning-fast.

Others rushed up the stairs, and a group of people rushed forward and tied their heads. Many people had been beaten and scolded by him in the gold mine back then, so they tied them up very hard now, wishing they could just strangle them to death.

"Brother, throw it to the warehouse at the back?" the servants asked Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng looked at Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan was still sitting on the ground, and now she stretched out her hand to stand up from the edge of the desk: "No, tie him to Wenchang Pavilion, tie him up, don't let him run away"

The little brothers agreed and began to drag people out.

Zhou Lan added worryingly: "Stop him, I don't want to hear him swearing."

The crowd dragged the meat zongzi down the stairs with a rattling sound, they must have dragged them all the way down without even lifting them.

Zhou Lan and Du Yunfeng were the only ones left in the study. The two of them rolled on the ground, their clothes were messed up, especially when Zhou Lan, like a master of oil painting, was covered in spots and looked undecided.

He was calmer than he was now when he was thinking about it one by one.

Du Yunfeng stepped forward, stretched out his hands to arrange the other person's hair, his big hands held the other person's hair from left to right and combed back.

Zhou Lan was calmed down by his grooming, and then he slipped into Du Yunfeng's arms. He put his arms under the other's armpit, hugged Du Yunfeng tightly, and buried his face in the other's neck. He didn't speak, but hugged him tightly. He was very happy tonight, so happy that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, and he couldn't talk.

Fortunately, someone is willing to be hugged by you unconditionally, and is willing to give you a warm embrace unconditionally.