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Lu Zhixing didn't understand the meaning of silence, and when he saw the newspaper the next day, he knocked over the teacup in his hand angrily.

The photo published in the newspaper shows two men hugging each other. In fact, this is not so unusual. It happens between friends, brothers, and relatives.

But the problem was that the tall man lowered his head slightly, and put his lips on the forehead of the person in his arms, and more attentive people noticed that the man's hand was on the waist of the other person.

Perhaps it is because the photographer is skilled enough to capture that momentary pause, and the picture presented is ambiguous.

Throughout Shanghai, on every street, there would be newsboys running and shouting today's headlines while raising the newspaper in their hands. This breaking news hit everyone's hearts hard in the early morning.

The Lu family was turbulent and deadly silent.

Even Bai Mudan, who always smiled at the world, lost her sense of proportion in surprise, dropped the handkerchief in her hand and forgot to pick it up, and Lu Yu was even more shocked and fainted.

Lu Zhixing went upstairs angrily. He threw the newspaper in his hand on the table, trembling with anger, "What's going on?"

Glancing at the contents of the newspaper, his pupils shrank silently, and he said lightly, "Father, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Lu Zhixing shook his body, covered his heart, his face turned pale, he raised his hand angrily and slapped him.

Snapped----

There was a crisp sound in the room, followed by a palpitating silence.

Looking at the young man with his head tilted and a palm print on his face, Lu Zhixing's heart skipped a beat. It took him more than a year to realize that the son in front of him was completely different from what he remembered. He didn't think about it before, and mistakenly thought it was mature. It seems too abrupt now.

"who are you?"

Shen Mo raised the corners of his bloodshot lips, raised his eyes that had been drooping, and said calmly, "Father, I am Lu Qiufeng."

"You're not Qiufeng, you're not." Lu Zhixing grabbed his chest with one hand, pointed to silence with the other, his breathing gradually became labored, his pupils dilated, a dark blue color appeared on his pale face, and he fell backwards.

Rumors and gossip from the outside world rushed to Lu's house, dirty, disgusting, sarcastic, and all kinds of filthy voices filled the whole of Shanghai.

But the Lu family closed their doors and saw no visitors, and a car went out through the back door.

Less than an hour after the news came out, all the major newspapers in Shanghai were blocked. The reporters demanded justice, and the people sent by the General's Mansion all carried a sentence.

Who is the master of Shanghai.

No matter how eloquent those reporters are, they can only lower their heads before these words.

In a ward of the hospital, Shen Mo stood in front of the bed and looked at Lu Zhixing who was in a deep sleep, frowning tightly and remained silent.

Bai Mudan tucked the quilt up for Lu Zhixing, walked up to Shen Mo and lowered her voice, "Xiaofeng, tell Second Aunt that the story in the newspaper is not true."

Shen Mo raised her eyebrows and asked casually, "Second Aunt, do you discriminate against same-sex relationships?"

The atmosphere in the ward changed instantly.

Bai Mudan opened her eyes slightly, and she looked silent, "Two years ago, Rong Si had a friend who was also a man. His power in Shanghai was enough to protect that man, but he didn't stand up against the terrible public opinion at that time."

Speaking of this, Bai Mudan put on the usual charming smile on her face, "Lin Jianbai is not bad, he compares to the top four."

"So it's the man I'm looking for." Shen Mo raised his eyelids, and there was an imperceptible smile hidden in his dark eyes.

After staying in the hospital for a day, Lu Zhixing still didn't wake up, but luckily he was out of danger.

Lu Yan's words of reprimanding Shen Mo were suppressed after seeing Bai Mudan's expression of looking forward to the show. She just held Shen Mo's hand tightly, as if she wanted to grasp the last ray of hope.

At night, on the way back to Lu's house, a car stopped in front of the road, the adjutant got out of the car and walked over, "Ma'am, the general is waiting for Mr. Lu to go back for dinner."

In the car, Lu Yu grabbed Shen Mo's arm, her face turned cold, "Qiufeng, you can't go."

There was a sudden "bang" gunshot, the driver of Lu's family hugged his head in fright, and Lu Jin's was also startled.

The adjutant spread his hands and said innocently, "Sorry, my gun is easy to go off."

Lu Jin's face froze, the blatant threat was lawless, but in Shanghai, Lin Jianbai was bigger than the sky.

The adjutant's voice was a little higher, "Ma'am, next time my gun will not simply go off."

"Mother, don't worry." Mo Mo patted Lu Jin's hand, said a few words of comfort, and opened the car door to go out.

Watching the Lu family's car leave, Mo Mo waved to the adjutant and two soldiers beside him to lead the way.

"Young Master Lu, you belong to the general." Walking towards the parking place, the adjutant whispered, "With the general here, even if the sky falls, you won't be crushed."

The corners of the lips pursed silently were slightly curved, and he didn't say anything.

Doomed to be peaceful tonight, the car was stopped in the grove outside the general's mansion, bullets intersected in the void, and blood spattered three feet.

There were about twenty masked people, and their marksmanship was fast and accurate. If Lin Jianbai hadn't planned ahead and sent a team to protect Shen Mo, he would have been robbed this time.

When Lin Jian's white leader arrived, it was the moment of confrontation, and a third group of men and horses emerged from the darkness, and all the bullets were fired at the protected Silence.

Gunpowder smoke filled the grove, and the sound of gunfire resounded like torrential rain.

In an instant, Lin Jianbai's face changed suddenly, and the masked man closest to Shen Mo rushed towards him at a critical moment, and several bullets were shot in the back of his heart.

Looking down at the slowly falling man, his body was covered in blood, he didn't care about the flames of war around him, silently knelt down and lifted the kerchief on the man's face, and narrowed his eyes slightly in the next moment, it was a woman he knew at the dance.

It seems that Lu Zhixing is really Sun Yat-sen's person and there is nothing wrong with it. Perhaps someone from the chamber of commerce is also one of the group of people who secretly funded the south.

This time he had an accident, the underground party had to show up for the hiding place of the large amount of funds.

"Sun...save..." After only two words, the woman stopped breathing.

The gunshots stopped, but he didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps. He raised his hand against the woman's face and pressed down the open eyes.

Shen Mo stood up and stared at the man staring at him for a moment, the adjutant next to him looked suspiciously suspicious, and the soldiers around him pointed their guns at Shen Mo, as if as long as he dared to move, he would immediately become the ghost of the gun.

Looking at the current situation, all signs prove that he is Sun Yat-sen's person, and it is really hard to argue.

Under the muzzle of the black hole, Silence stretched out his hand.