you are my tomorrow

When Han Qing woke up again, the sky was already bright, and he was the only one in the clean operating room, which still smelled of disinfectant. He wanted to sit up, but he pulled the wound on his shoulder, causing him to grin his teeth in pain, and lay down again. Going back to the bed, I slowly turned my head to look at my left shoulder. The left shoulder and chest were already wrapped in thick gauze. The effect of the anesthetic was almost over, and the wound inside was still painful. The area below the chest was exposed to the air. , The pants seem to have been changed.

The shutters on the windows blocked the sunlight from outside, but there was still light coming through the gaps, making the clean operating room warm, just like the living room at home when there is sunshine.

He didn't dare to move anymore, he could only wait for someone to "rescue" him, and during this time, he thought of the young man who rescued him that night.

... Qinghuan, Meng Qinghuan.

Han Qing searched for that person's name, and finally said it out of nowhere.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and Han Qing looked sideways at the door vigilantly. A dinner plate came into sight first, followed by Meng Qinghuan, and Han Qing relaxed his vigilance.

"What do you want me to do? What's the matter?" Meng Qinghuan put the dinner plate on the shelf next to the operating bed, slowly helped Han Qing sit up, and leaned a pillow on his back.

"...Thank you." Han Qing looked gratefully at Meng Qinghuan beside him. Meng Qinghuan picked up the warm water from the dinner plate and handed it to Han Qing.

"Drink some water first, and then eat something."

Han Qing drank the water and handed it to Meng Qinghuan, "How many days have I slept?" Han Qing didn't rush to eat, so he asked first. He was afraid that if he didn't go back for too long, Wu Bin would think he was dead. The thing that had just been found to be a little bit broken was broken.

"It's 11 o'clock now... It's been almost 30 hours, earlier than I expected..." Meng Qinghuan looked down at his watch. At this time, Han Qing's stomach rang out untimely. He was really hungry, sorry Lowering her head, Meng Qinghuan smiled understandingly, and handed the bowl on the dinner plate to Han Qing, but felt that something was wrong, seeing him drink water just now was a bit difficult.

"Let me feed you."

"Oh...thank you." Han Qing looked at his hands, it was indeed inconvenient, so he had to listen to Meng Qinghuan.

Meng Qinghuan picked up the spoon, filled some porridge, blew on it, and handed it to Han Qing's lips. When Han Qing drank it, the temperature was just right. Just like that, Meng Qinghuan fed Han Qing with a mouthful of porridge and vegetables. It's okay, but if you don't talk, it feels a little awkward.

"How old are you?" In order to avoid embarrassment, Han Qing thought of a topic.

"It should be 23." Meng Qinghuan thought for a while, and then said with some uncertainty.

"Should?" It was the first time Han Qing saw someone who was not sure about his age.

"I don't know, I just heard from the mother in the church that when I got there, there was a note on my body, with only my name and age, nothing else. I seemed to be 5 years old at the time, and I should be my biological mother. I don’t know the reason for discarding it.” After speaking, Meng Qinghuan’s eyes flickered with sadness, but he immediately returned to his original state, with a warm smile on his face, “Whatever it is, I’ve grown up too .”

Somewhere in Han Qing's heart was touched.

Maybe it was the word "mother".

Meng Qinghuan was afraid that the porridge in the bowl would be cold, so he stepped up the speed. When Han Qing finished eating, the bowl was empty. Meng Qinghuan took out both the plate and the bowl. After washing, he went back to the operating room, but Han Qing leaned against the Dozing off on the pillow, Meng Qinghuan held the corner of his mouth. There was an inexplicably familiar feeling about this person.

"If you want to sleep, lie down and sleep well." Meng Qinghuan walked to the operating bed and patted Han Qing awake, "Can you come down? Go to the bed and sleep." Helping Han Qing up, Han Qing thought for a while, and got off anyway On the operating bed, lie down on the hospital bed a few steps away, "You can rest assured to stay here for two days, don't run around outside to avoid wound infection, I will be closed for two days, but after you can leave, you can Go to a big hospital to see, don't hurt the muscles and bones inside, I'm just a small clinic here, it's okay for grandparents to come to see if you have a cold and fever, I'm not sure that you can be completely cured like you. Meng Qinghuan still gave Han Qing advice, and Han Qing lowered his eyebrows, as if he was listening, but he didn't seem to be listening.

"Let's talk again. If I don't wake up at 5:[-] p.m., wake me up. I have other things to do at night." Han Qing thought he should go back quickly, but Meng Qinghuan didn't say much when he saw that he must leave , just nodded.

Seeing that Han Qing closed his eyes, Meng Qinghuan got up and walked out of the operating room, closing the door.

At 5:8 p.m., Meng Qinghuan quietly opened a crack in the door of the operating room. Seeing that Han Qing hadn't woken up yet, she didn't have the heart to disturb him, so she closed the door. It wasn't until after [-]:[-] p.m. At the front desk, Meng Qinghuan fell asleep leaning on the chair at the front desk, with earphones on his ears, and his mouth was still slightly open. Han Qing saw Meng Qinghuan sleeping, smiled slightly, and did not disturb him. After putting on the thick coat on the hanger in the living room awkwardly, he left a few lines on the opinion book at the front desk, then opened the door lightly and walked out, then closed it lightly again.

After going out the door, white flowers floated down from the dark blue sky. Han Qing raised his head and stretched out his right hand, letting the cold snowflakes fall on the palm of his hand, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the faces of the people in the room flashed in his mind. sound--

Qinghuan, Meng Qinghuan.

It's snowing for the first time. If you make a wish, it will come true. Meng Qinghuan, do you have any wish?

When Meng Qinghuan woke up, Han Qing had already left. He wanted to go out to look for it, but found that his coat was missing from the hanger, and a thought rose in his heart: he was just a stranger, so he just left.

But he was still a little disappointed, and when he returned to the bar, Meng Qinghuan found the message in the opinion book:

Meng Qinghuan,

I will send back the money for the clothes and treatment, I am also 23 years old, hope next time we meet again, chat as friends.

韩庆

Meng Qinghuan looked at the words on the suggestion book, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. He tore off the paper, folded it and put it in his pocket.

At this time, he was in the orchestra, helping Zhao Rongzhen with his first performance in China on December 12rd. Comet was sitting in the window of the restaurant and drinking a cup of coffee. There was a hint of joy in his eyes, he put his hand on the window, and the snowflakes that hit the window seemed to have landed on his hands. The coolness of the window was like the coolness of the snowflakes, cool, not cold.

It's snowing for the first time. If you make a wish, it will come true. Zhao Rongzhen, do you have any wish?

Sitting at the bar at home, Zhongyi held up a goblet and slowly swirled the red wine in it against the light. After it stopped, some red wine was hanging on the glass. Miho was holding two plates of lemon pudding on the bar, and sat down On the high stool opposite Zhongyi, when he looked up, he saw snowflakes dancing in the wind in the window behind Zhongyi.

"Oh! It's snowing!"

Zhongyi couldn't help but turned his head and looked out of the window, "Well, really." Zhongyi turned around and stood in front of the window, raising his right hand against the window.

It's snowing for the first time, if you make a wish, it will come true, Brother Comet, do you have any wish?

When Han Qing returned to the base camp of the K gang, Wu Bin didn't say anything. The slap was just a slap in the face, and his body flashed, touching the wound on his left shoulder. Han Qing gritted his teeth and remained silent. He didn't intend to let Wu Bin know that he was injured. matter.

"I'm sorry, brother, it was my mistake this time. The preparation time this time was a bit rushed. Please give me some more time. Next time, I will strive for success." Han Qing lowered his head, said respectfully, and sat in the boss chair The boss with a cigar in his mouth took a puff triumphantly, then stood up and spit all the smoke on Han Qing's face. He had put a lot of pomade on his hair, and it was shining in the dim light. Han Qing tried his best to hold his breath, but still coughed lightly.

"I've always disliked the Tiger Gang. Why can they always occupy the position of 'boss'? How much time do you need? I'm prepared." Wu Bin spoke with a yellow mouth caused by long-term smoking. The teeth are also exposed.

"If you believe me, please give me half a year."

"Okay! I like a straightforward person like you! I'll give you half a year, and if the Tiger Gang still doesn't move, don't say that I'm not a big brother." Wu Bin grinned, smiled contentedly, and tried his best He patted Han Qing's back carefully, and by chance, he caught the wound on his back, and Han Qing frowned.

Han Qing thought in his heart that the time Uncle Song gave him was 8 months, and he wanted to try to advance as much as possible, so that even if he couldn't finish the investigation, he still had some time. In half a year, he should be able to find out the import route of the drug.

"Yes." Han Qing nodded, his eyelashes lowered, and a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

In no hurry to trace the source of the drugs, Han Qing returned to his humble residence and sent Meng Qinghuan's clothes to the laundry room for dry cleaning the next day. Because of Wu Bin's slapping, the unhealed wound on his back oozes blood. After dyeing Meng Qinghuan's clothes, he went back to his residence and slept for two days after delivering the clothes. Probably because the wound was inflamed and the weather was cold, he had a fever and took some medicine randomly. Two days later, when he woke up in the evening, he felt dizzy. Still heavy, remembering that the laundry room asked him to pick up his clothes today, so he braced himself up, put on a cotton coat and walked out of the house.

After picking up clothes from the laundry room, Han Qing, who was a little hungry, wanted to eat something at the food stall, but remembered that the white porridge he ate at Meng Qinghuan's place was delicious, so he held back his greed, stopped a taxi, and recalled that day On the way home, I went back to the building in the same way. The light box of the clinic was still on, and the patients who came in and out of it were indeed old people. Meng Qinghuan was dragging a grandmother out of the clinic, helped her down the stairs, and after sending the grandmother away, she looked up and saw a taxi parked at the entrance of the clinic. Holding the clothes and walking down, Meng Qinghuan was a little surprised, but it seemed to be expected.

Han Qing walked up to Meng Qinghuan, looked at the person in front of him with a smile, "It's time to return the clothes." Han Qing waved a bulging white bag with the name of the laundry on it in front of Meng Qinghuan, and Meng Qinghuan nodded with a smile , "But help me cook first, I'm hungry."

"For the sake of you doing the laundry for me, I haven't washed these clothes for a long time." Meng Qinghuan took the clothes and accidentally touched Han Qing's abnormally hot hand, then touched his forehead, surprised He took a deep breath, "You have a fever!" Han Qing smiled indifferently.

Meng Qinghuan brought Han Qing into the operating room again, and let him lie on the hospital bed. After sending away the last two grandfathers who came to see the doctor, Meng Qinghuan turned off the light box outside, closed the door, and hung the sign "Closed Business". After returning to the house, he started to cook for Han Qing. It was still white porridge and some non-spicy kimchi. After finishing cooking, he took the food into the operating room. Han Qing had already fallen asleep. Gently awakened the sleeping person.

Han Qing sat up dejectedly. Meng Qinghuan glanced at his back. There was a bloodstain on the back of the gray T-shirt. When Han Qing wanted to lean back, Meng Qinghuan stopped him. Han Qing was puzzled. Looking at Meng Qinghuan.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's so painful that I can't feel it..." After Han Qing reacted for a while, he realized that Meng Qinghuan was referring to the injury on his back. Instead of leaning back, he put the dinner plate brought by Meng Qinghuan on his lap, Putting his left hand on the bed, he only ate with his right hand, as if he was talking about someone else's business, Meng Qinghuan curled his lips and turned to prepare something for dressing.

After Han Qing finished eating, Meng Qinghuan took out the plate, watched Han Qing come back and patted the operating bed, Han Qing got off the bed cooperatively, sat on the operating bed with his back to Meng Qinghuan, Meng Qinghuan carefully took off Han Qing's shirt, Only then did I realize that it was the first time I had wrapped the bandage on him before. The bandages on the shoulders and back were all soaked red with blood. When I took off the bandage, as expected, the area around the wound was red and swollen, and it had already begun to inflame Yes, it is normal for Han Qing to have a fever.

"Do you live by yourself?" Meng Qinghuan sighed helplessly.

"Oh, live by yourself."

"Go home at this time and ask your family to help you change the medicine. It's always like this. When will it be better? If you get tetanus, you will die." Meng Qinghuan began to help Han Qing wipe away the oozing around the wound. The coming blood stains and the stimulation of alcohol made Han Qing straighten up and clenched his teeth.

"I have no family."

Han Qing's words made Meng Qinghuan's hands tremble, and the cotton with alcohol just touched the cracked wound, "Cao!" Han Qing couldn't help swearing because of the pain, Meng Qinghuan quickly removed the cotton.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Meng Qinghuan blew on the place where the alcohol was held just now, and the cool breeze seemed to relieve the pain a little.

After that, the two remained silent. For a while, only the sound of tweezers colliding with the iron instrument tray was left in the operating room, and Han Qing gasped from time to time because of the pain. After tying a knot, Han Qing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Meng Qinghuan gave him some antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and helped him to lie down on the hospital bed.

"Let's stay here today. I won't go home anymore. I'll be with you." Meng Qinghuan took a medical book and sat on the sofa beside the hospital bed, which was perpendicular to the hospital bed.

"You are very kind, but I don't have that much money." Han Qing said with a playful smile, and Meng Qinghuan gave him a white look.

"How much do you think those grandparents will give me? I will treat it as charity, 'Grandpa Han'."

Han Qing pulled the corner of his mouth. Today, he saw this person for the second time, but he felt very familiar and warm, as if... he had known him in his previous life. He had to be amused by his own thoughts, but Meng Qinghuan Feeling melancholy by his sudden smile, he touched Han Qing's forehead, which was still abnormally hot.

"Sure enough, I have a fever. Go to sleep. Tomorrow will delay my business again. Hurry up and leave quickly so that I can open for business." Han Qing, who had taken the medicine, also felt drowsy and yawned Afterwards, he fell asleep slowly and peacefully.

This was the first time that Han Qing would sleep peacefully while performing a mission, like a lion in the wild, who knew he was in danger at first, but with the protection of his companions by his side, he was not afraid of being attacked.

It’s been a long time since I had such a good night’s sleep. When Han Qing woke up, the sun was shining outside again. Meng Qinghuan was no longer in the room. There was a clean button-down shirt on the sofa, and his gray T-shirt It had been washed clean and hung on the blinds. Han Qing got up, put his shirt on slowly, fastened two buttons casually, and walked out of the operating room. The faint scent of vegetables reminded Han Qing of Miho's craftsmanship.Han Qing walked around the clinic, and finally found a small kitchen. The source of the fragrance of the dishes came from here. Seeing Han Qing standing at the door of the kitchen, Meng Qinghuan smiled slightly as a greeting.

"Do you feel better?" Meng Qinghuan put down the spoon in his hand, reached out and touched Han Qing's forehead, "Well, it's still a little hot, after eating my vegetable porridge, your illness will be completely cured." Meng Qinghuan smiled boastfully, not focusing on the pot in front of her.

Han Qing leaned against the door frame, smiled slightly and looked at Meng Qinghuan who was concentrating on the porridge. Looking at him, Meng Qinghuan glanced at Han Qing, "Is there something on my face?" He touched his face with his hand, "Oh, my razor is at home, I didn't shave today."

"It looks good even if you don't shave it." Han Qing said this without thinking. Come two bowls.

"Eat." Meng Qinghuan walked past Han Qing sideways with two bowls of soup in his hand. Han Qing pursed his lips and smiled, and followed Meng Qinghuan to the waiting room.

Although there is no oil in the porridge made by Meng Qinghuan, there are diced beef in it, and the green vegetables are also cut into small cubes. The parts are in the white porridge. .

After the meal, Meng Qinghuan peeled an apple for Han Qing, saying that it could strengthen his immunity and make his fever subside quickly.

"I'll bring you the consultation fee in two days. Yesterday I was sick and confused. I just remembered to fetch your clothes and forgot to withdraw the money." In the evening, Han Qing's fever basically subsided, and Meng Qinghuan originally wanted to keep him. After observing for one night, Han Qing still decided to leave. He wanted to go back and think of a way to not only make the Tiger Gang seem a little shaken, but also continue to check the purchase channel in Wu Bin's hand, but Meng Qinghuan waved his hand.

"Didn't you say you want to be friends? Don't worry about it so much between friends, but when you go home, you'd better clean up the house to prevent the infection from getting worse. If it's not convenient for you to go to the hospital for an examination, wait every night Come over after I get off work, and I'll change your medicine for you." After hearing this, Han Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Is it really possible? We can be friends? Can we also come here to change medicine every day?" Han Qing was a little excited. Since he was a child, he only had two friends, Comet and Zhongyi, and no one would really want to be with him anymore. be friends.

"Don't come every day after the injury is healed, it will be annoying." Meng Qinghuan said jokingly, and Han Qing nodded happily.

Leaving the clinic, Han Qing got on the bus home, but got off after one stop. Sitting in the booth, thinking about where to go next, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. , searched all over his pockets, but couldn't find a lighter, and remembered that before leaving the door, Meng Qinghuan repeatedly asked him not to smoke. When the car to go home came again, he boarded the car again.

When Han Qing arrived home, it was completely dark. He changed into black clothes, put on a black baseball cap, put on a USB flash drive, sunglasses, a palm-sized black cloth and a flashlight, and left the house.

When I came to the headquarters of the K gang, the two-story building was already dark. Han Qing looked at his watch. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening. At this time, everyone in the gang should go out to play, no Someone came again, Han Qing looked around, and then entered the password of the door on the door lock to enter the building.Entering Wu Bin's office in the dark, he knew that there was an infrared camera in Wu Bin's office, no matter how dark the environment was, he could clearly see the people who came in, but if it was covered, he couldn't see anything. Thinking about the approximate location of the camera, Han Qing first put on the camera with his back on his back, then turned on the flashlight, found a chair, put it down under the camera, and then stood on the chair, covering the camera with a black cloth. Man with sunglasses covering entire face.

After the camera was finished, Han Qing got down from the stool. His left shoulder was also aching because of the excessive movement, and he couldn’t control it anymore. He went to Wu Bin’s computer and pressed the power button. After all the previous inspection procedures were over , a box popped up to enter the password, Han Qing tried a few times, but it didn’t work, Han Qing calmed down, thinking about something more important to Wu Bin, thinking about it endlessly, suddenly remembered the name of the drug, Han Qing Qing entered again, and the computer screen finally changed, and entered Wu Bin's desktop. A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Han Qing's mouth.

Sure enough, drugs still attracted him.

Without looking at the specific files, Han Qing first handcuffed all the files in the computer to the USB flash drive. When all the files were almost handcuffed, a red light on the host computer suddenly turned on without warning. Han Qing was a little panicked. Persisting until all the files were copied into the USB flash drive, he took off the black cloth on the camera when there was still a little time left, and when he returned to the computer, the files were already done, so he turned off the computer directly and fled. Leaving Wu Bin's office and K Gang's building.

At this time, the recruiter who was having fun in the bar did not find the alarm signal from the alarm set on his computer to his mobile phone.

Running out of the headquarters, Han Qing hailed a taxi and drove towards his home, but he ran too fast just now, and the wound on his back seemed to have opened again, causing him to lie on the back seat in pain. Looking at him in the mirror, "Sir, are you okay? Or go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, just take me back quickly." Han Qing gritted his teeth and finally made it home. He got out of the car without waiting for change.

Back home, Han Qing took off his coat with difficulty, leaving only the blood-stained bandages, and sighed helplessly. He remembered Meng Qinghuan's words: If this is always the case, you will die if you get tetanus.

But he was still on a mission, and time was running out. Even though Meng Qinghuan was right, there was no time for him to stop.

If he can survive, it is his fate; if he cannot survive, it is also his fate.

Early the next morning, Han Qing, who received a call from Wu Bin, went back to the headquarters of the K Gang anxiously. On the way to Wu Bin's office through various offices, everyone was still peaceful, as if nothing had happened. When they arrived at Wu Bin's office , Wu Bin was still leisurely leaning on the boss chair, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Where did you go yesterday? I didn't answer your phone calls. I want to introduce some big brothers to you."

"I went to bed early yesterday, and I didn't hear the phone ringing. You bothered." Han Qing's heart sank, but he still responded calmly.

"Oh, it's okay, we have a dinner the day after tomorrow, don't go to bed so early, come together."

"Yes, thank you brother, I will definitely be there on time." Seeing that Wu Bin was fine, Han Qing felt relieved for the time being.

After returning home in the afternoon, Han Qing turned on the computer and continued to look at the account book of the K Gang that he hadn’t finished reading yesterday. The dense numbers on the Excel sheet were all the accounts of the K Gang buying drugs from others from the beginning to the present, but in the end In the first six months, two-thirds of it was bought from a person named "Lao Xin". "Old Letter" should not be the original seller.

Because he didn't know when any changes would occur, Han Qing could only look down briefly. Knowing that his eyes were sore and his shoulders began to ache, he remembered to look at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was already 6 It was too late, Meng Qinghuan's face appeared in his mind, he should be off work soon.

So Han Qing got up, put on his coat, and went out.

By the time Meng Qinghuan arrived at the clinic, it was exactly 7:[-], and the light box outside had gone out, but the lights inside were still on. Han Qing stood in front of the door and wanted to knock on the door, but when he looked down and saw that the lock was half-hidden, he went straight to the door. Pushing the door open, Meng Qinghuan was writing something at the front desk, "I'm sorry, we're off work..." After saying that, Meng Qinghuan raised his head, saw that it was Han Qing, and smiled faintly.

"Aren't the doors locked?"

"Maybe Grandpa Li forgot to turn it off when he left."

The two of them went into the operating room after eating. Meng Qinghuan took off the bandage, and the wound underneath was not healed at all. It was no different from when Han Qing first arrived, and Meng Qinghuan's expression became serious.

"It hasn't improved at all. You should go to a big hospital."

"No, it's fine with you."

"I'm serious, this is the fourth day, the wound shows no signs of healing, and there is infection, I'm afraid I can't handle it well..."

"I'm also telling the truth, do you think the doctor would be curious about how the injury came about when I went to the hospital?" As soon as he said this, Han Qing laughed at himself, "You will be curious too, yes, in the hospital How do people on the road know whether today's self will welcome a new self when the sun rises the next day?"

"You are a good man." Of course Meng Qinghuan knew that the wound could only be "created" by a very sharp knife, he was surprised and calm again, but this time it was Han Qing's turn to be taken aback.

In Vietnam, after he shot and killed the first person, Han Qing never thought of himself as a "good person", just like the truth that "the sky is blue and the grass is green", but today he was treated like this by Meng Qinghuan It was a matter of course, even if he didn't know what Meng Qinghuan would say when he knew his true identity, but at this moment, Han Qing still felt that he had been redeemed.

"Tch, we've only known each other for a few days? How do you know I'm a 'good guy'?"

"Everyone has their own reasons for living. People who can get high positions and high salaries are not necessarily good people, and people who live in damp and low-lying gutters are not necessarily all bad people. I believe my eyes." Meng Qinghuan said calmly. Han Qing could only twitch the corner of his mouth with his expression, unable to refute.

I am a killer who can easily kill people who have no grievances with me.

You are a doctor who is obliged to treat people who have no relatives or reasons with you.

After all, we are two people walking on different paths, and we will still face each other after all...

When he came out from Meng Qinghuan's place, Han Qing almost forgot that he couldn't come the day after tomorrow. Meng Qinghuan didn't ask what it was, but simply said yes.

But Han Qing's heart is still full, just because of Meng Qinghuan's words "You are a good person", the sense of fullness in his heart seems to explode anytime and anywhere, and he has nowhere to vent. He needs someone to talk to. Han Qing hesitated for a moment at the phone booth next to him, but went in, put a few coins, dialed the temporary number used by Comet, worked overtime in the orchestra, and helped Zhao Rongzhen set up the stage. Reminding him, he didn't notice, but an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen. He walked out of the concert hall, found a quiet place, and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Comet..." Although the voice on the other side was a bit noisy, Comet could still recognize Han Qing's voice.

"Why did you call suddenly?" Comet asked in surprise. He thought that Han Qing needed some emergency support, but the voice on the phone didn't sound like something urgent.

"I found a new friend in the past few days, and he said that I am a good person." It seemed to be showing off, but he couldn't help being bitter, and he really asked Comet to say "cut" indifferently.

"If you are in a hurry, come help me, or don't bother me." Judging from Comet's meaning, Han Qing seemed to be about to hang up the phone, but Han Qing hurriedly stopped him.

"I may have to move the Tiger Gang recently, let me tell you in advance." Comet gasped, and he walked to the corner of the stairs.

"You yourself? Are you crazy?" Comet asked in a low voice, covering the microphone.

"The task given to me by the boss, I can't help it. If you can meet me at that time, please help me." Han Qing pretended to be relaxed and said, "Let's do this first, you can do your work." Hearing that Han Qing closed the line, Comet also hung up the phone, but there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

Since when did Han Qing get involved in the black hole of the Tiger Gang?

After hanging up the phone, Han Qing tugged at his collar, put on his down jacket hat, and hurried into the night where people were coming and going and the traffic was endless...