Lord

Jiang Zongtao was standing in the courtyard of Beifutang, and his younger brother invited him several times to wait in the building, but he refused.

Looking up, the thick curtains of the hall master's bedroom were drawn, probably not up yet.

There are rockery paths in the yard. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of gurgling streams and a distant sense of Zen.

In front of the main entrance of the main building stands a large stone with the word "Zhenbei" engraved on it. A knife is stuck in the crack of the stone. It has a scarlet handle and a slightly curved blade. .

There were footsteps ahead, it was He Feifan coming out of the main building with his suit jacket on his arm, buttoning his shirt.

"Hey, Brother Jiang!" He saw Jiang Zongtao and came over to say hello with a smile.

Jiang Zongtao also stretched out his hand to him: "Brother, did you sleep here last night?" As he spoke, he looked up, and the curtains of the hall master's bedroom were drawn open.

Two powerful hands clasped together, but did not let go.

"Brother Jiang, our Chaoyang team is busy, unlike your Qingshan team, who take care of nothing." Whether it was on purpose or not, He Feifan stepped up his efforts.

"It's about Dalan." Jiang Zongtao didn't show weakness, he squeezed back hard, "Jianghan wants to swallow a knife, and the branch sent us to go out of the Beifu. You mobilized people this time, but you didn't get the bones back, so you threw away the Tianwang" Already, Hall Master has not had a good time recently."

He Feifei's face was dark, and he smiled without smiling: "Brother Jiang, the master has fallen, and none of us are feeling well, we are all a family, we need to help."

"Definitely." Jiang Zongtao expressionlessly shook his hand away.

"By the way," He Feifan put on his suit: "Brother, you came so early, what's the matter?"

Jiang Zongtao sneered. He asked the question knowingly. He called from the hall at five o'clock and asked him to come immediately. He knew at that time that it was He Feifan who was blowing the pillow again.

"Hall master is looking for me," Jiang Zongtao said, half a head taller than him, lowering his eyes to look at him, "brother, don't you know?"

He Feifei smiled: "I don't know who the hall master is looking for and what's the matter."

There was something in Jiang Zongtao's words: "The Hall Master dotes on you so much, I thought you knew everything."

"He pets me?" He Feifei shrugged, "The power station and bone factory in Quanbei Prefecture are all in the hands of your Qingshan group, what do I have?" He counted on his fingers, "A hospital, a casino, three butcher shops, There are more than a dozen stalls, all of them are fucking serving people!"

Jiang Zongtao didn't refute, and He Feifei changed the subject: "But brother, with such a big family business, why is your performance in one year not as good as mine, which is a sideline business?"

He was right. With the family background of the Chaoyang group, the account flow is quite impressive, even to an astonishing level. Jiang Zongtao has always wondered whether he is secretly doing some dark business.

"Brother, I would like to advise you," He Feifan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "There is a remnant of the Lion Hall in the family, and you should hand it over..."

Jiang Zongtao grabbed his collar, and his scarred face suddenly became vivid.

He Feifei knew that he would be angry, so he sneered and said, "Beifu has lost the Chiguo Tianwang, so we have to hand in something to save it?"

"You lost the Chiguo Tianwang!"

"I lost it, you make it up for me," He Feifei smiled, "It's only natural for a family of brothers."

Get out of the way!Jiang Zongtao let go of him, stared at the upstairs window, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Back to the Qingshan group by car, the first thing to do is to go back to the bedroom, the big bed is empty, and there is no one in the bathroom, he opens and closes every door, like an anxiety patient: "Huang Yun! Yao Huangyun!"

There was no response, his head was sweating, he even took out the gun, opened the safety, suddenly, at the corner leading to the elevator, a figure crashed into his arms, it was his treasure.

"What the hell are you doing!" Jiang Zongtao roared.

Yao Huangyun saw the sweat on his temples: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zongtao wiped his face and calmed down: "It's okay," he put away his gun, "I'm sorry, I'm fine."

Yao Huangyun patted his arm: "If someone breaks in and I'm not in the room, it must be in a safe place. I still have this fighting quality. You should trust me."

"Yes, yes..." Jiang Zongtao nodded repeatedly.

"So what's going on?"

Jiang Zongtao took a deep breath and confirmed that Yao Huangyun was not in danger, and he was that fearless big brother again: "He Feifan wants to mess with me."

Yao Huangyun smiled: "He has long wanted to mess with you."

Jiang Zongtao shook his head: "The recycling of the Swallowing Knife was messed up, and Shenyang didn't take it down. The hall couldn't explain it to the higher authorities, so he gave the hall master an idea to hand you over."

Yao Huangyun was puzzled: "It's been so many years, what's the use of me being a waste?"

"After all, he is one of the four guardians of the Lion Hall," Jiang Zongtao looked worried, "There is no better cannon fodder than you."

Yao Huangyun was silent, and then murmured softly: "It's okay to go to the prison city in Xingdu, the white tiger and the green dragon are there."

Jiang Zongtao grabbed his shoulder and said in an unquestionable tone, "I won't let them touch your hair!"

Yao Huangyun moved the corner of his mouth, and looked at him dismal: "I said earlier, I am your stain."

These words cut Jiang Zongtao's heart like a knife, he gritted his teeth and let him go: "Where is Cen Zhuo, I want to see them."

Yao Huangyun was surprised, but stopped talking.

The meeting was still in the confidential conference room on the second floor. Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang were seated. Jiang Zongtao shook Yao Huangyun's hand and asked him to go out. Yao Huangyun was a little surprised, but he didn't insist.

Two-on-one, Jiang Zongtao has no negotiation advantage, and he doesn't want an advantage, so he said straight to the point: "I agree to cooperate."

Cen Zhuo and Zhu Yeliang looked at each other: "Then Team Leader Jiang, let's talk about conditions."

Jiang Zongtao was impatient: "What conditions do you have to discuss?"

"Unconditional cooperation does not exist in this world," Cen Zhuo leaned back in his chair, throwing out the rhetoric that he and Zhuyeliang had discussed long ago, "After killing He Feifan, Jialantang will enter the Beifu. Stand up group."

Jiang Zongtao was stunned: "You beat our boat and robbed our bones, and you still want to join us," he couldn't help laughing, "Who gave you face?"

Cen Zhuo was not disturbed by his provocation: "He Feifei killed them all, we had no choice but to think about such a big society as the Ranshe, who would dare to be an enemy?"

Jiang Zongtao didn't doubt this: "To tell you the truth, Beifutang will not want Jialantang."

"Oh?" Cen Zhuo tapped his fingers alternately on the table: "What if we exchanged it with a Tunsheng Knife?"

Without waiting for Jiang Zongtao to speak, he added another sentence: "As soon as He Feifei dies, we will offer it up immediately!"

But Jiang Zongtao said: "I will kill you now, and I will also hand over the life-swallowing knife."

Night by night, he lighted up the canister light: "Have you tried it?"

The two sides pressed each other with each other, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Zongtao slowly exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "You can only choose one to kill He Feifan and enter Beifutang."

Cen Zhuo was puzzled: "Why?"

"He Feifei is the darling of our hall master," Jiang Zongtao smiled slightly, "So, do you understand?"

The air froze for a moment.

"Uh..." Cen Zhuo frowned, "I haven't seen He Feifan in person, but he fought against Huamangou in Dalan, so he is a rough old man. Is your hall master blind?"

Jiang Zongtao made him amused, and he touched the scar on his face habitually: "He is rough and careless, and our hall master has golden branches and jade leaves, just right for a pair."

That's the case... Cen Zhuo looked at Zhui Yeliang: "That's really difficult."

Zhuyeliang leaned forward, and the optical eyepiece locked on Jiang Zongtao: "How do I know what you said is true?"

Jiang Zongtao raised his eyebrows.

"The relationship between He Feifan and your hall master." This was just an excuse, but Zhui Yeliang grabbed hold of it, "My people want to enter the Beifu hall, and go and see for themselves."

Jiang Zongtao disagreed: "You go in, what if there is a mass killing?"

"If you want to kill, we grabbed Yao Huangyun's neck at the beginning and forced you to take us there. How about such a big circle?"

The logic is impeccable, Jiang Zongtao nodded: "Okay, you appoint someone, and I will be responsible for bringing them in."

"That's settled."

The negotiation came to an end, and Jiang Zongtao got up to leave.

"By the way," Zhuyeliang stopped him, "Group Leader Jiang, have you ever heard of an organization called Mandala?"

Jiang Zongtao thought about it seriously, and said with certainty: "No."

He pushed the door and went out, Cen Zhuo leaned towards Zhuo Yeliang: "Isn't it the first time you asked Mandala, brother or enemy?"

"It has nothing to do with you, don't ask."

"I said your breath, can it smell any worse?"

Zhuyeliang pushed him away: "Beifutang has seen the video brought back by Huamangou, you and I have seen it, let Gao Xiu go."

"Okay," Cen Zhuo came back again, "Just go in and do it?"

"No, explore the way first."

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

"Don't worry," Zhu Yeliang stretched out his iron hand and patted his face coaxing a child: "Beifutang is in the open and we are in the dark. There are plenty of opportunities."

Cen Zhuo suddenly had a strange feeling, reminding him of the strong attraction between the two when he first came into contact with this guy: "Hey, this arm of mine seems to like you very much."

He raised his left hand.

Zhui Yeliang stared at his diamond-encrusted mechanical hand, but said nothing.

"Did you feel that I was sucking you, like an electric shock, there was a kind of... resonance?"

Zhui Yeliang still didn't speak.

Cen Zhuo pushed his shoulders against him, and even wondered if he was hiding something, but the guy jumped out: "You really make me feel nasty when you say such things."

Cen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red: "You're disgusting, you bastard, I'm telling you the truth!"

Zhu Yeliang stood up: "Like, suck, pass electricity, resonate, do you think it's serious?"

"You are a pile of broken copper and iron, why are your thoughts still so dirty..." Cen Zhuo followed him outside, but he covered his mouth as soon as he went out, and pushed him back against the wall.

There was no attack, no gunfire, no explosion, Cen Zhuo asked him with his eyes: What the hell are you crazy about!

Zhui Yeliang let him go, and pouted his chin toward the small living room. The sun was shining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Yao Huangyun was sitting in front of an antique piano, and Jiang Zongtao was rubbing his fingers next to him.

"What are these two doing?" Cen Zhuo asked in a low voice.

"play piano."

"Why can't we make a sound when we play the piano?"

"What a great atmosphere."

"What kind of atmosphere do the two men want?"

Zhu Yeliang glanced at him speechlessly, of course Cen Zhuo couldn't comprehend the deep connotation behind his optical eyepiece.

Yao Huangyun's fingers move like a gust of wind, passing over the black and white keys. Chopin's No. [-] etude in C sharp minor is one of the highest achievements of human art.

It was the first time Cen Zhuo heard the sound of the piano when he was so old. It was very different from the sounds of bullets, knives, and shouts he was used to.

Jiang Zongtao joined in, four hands, chasing and playing in a small square inch, Cen Zhuo felt dazzled, it was not the two hands, but the emotions blending behind the two hands, for a short period, more than two points, they seemed to be They exchanged souls with each other once.

Cen Zhuo leaned against Zhu Yeliang's arm, unable to speak. It was the first time he understood beauty, and why he didn't make a sound when others played the piano: "Old Zhu, it's so fucking nice of them to do this."

"play piano?"

Cen Zhuo shook his head: "I just imagine them like this, except for fighting, there is a brother who can calm down and stay together..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zongtao and Yao Huangyun's faces were pressed together.

"I...fuck?" Cen Zhuo was taken aback.

The fingers were also entangled, Yao Huangyun dodged a little, and accidentally pressed his arm on the keys, making a bang.

"Fuck me!"

Yao Huangyun hummed something, which was embarrassing to hear, as well as the scratches Jiang Zongtao rubbed on the back of his shirt.

"Fuck me..."

Zhu Yeliang asked him without changing his face or beating his heart: "Do you want such a brother?"

Cen Zhuo never thought about it, although Jiang Zongtao had an abnormal desire to protect Yao Huangyun, although he was always sticky when looking at him, although...

"I fuck you!" What art, what about keeping your voice down while playing the piano, it's all fucking nonsense!Cen Zhuo roared, dropped him, and left angrily.

When Jiang Zongtao heard the movement, he came out of the small living room and saw Zhu Yeliang in the corner, his scarred face sank: "What's wrong with listening to the corner of the wall?"

Zhuyeliang had nothing to say, and raised his hand in apology, Jiang Zongtao gave him an unhappy look, walked another way, and went to the elevator.

So Zhuyeliang walked into the small living room.

"He agreed to work with us." He stopped at the piano and pressed middle C.

Yao Huangyun was not surprised: "That's your business."

"You don't know what this means," Zhu Yeliang let go of the keys, "The Beifu is about to be turned upside down, and you still choose to hide in his arms?"

These words are harsh, but Yao Huangyun is still calm, maybe not calm, but just succumbed to the helplessness of fate: "A warrior who has lost his bones has no choice."

Zhui Yeliang stood behind him: "You still have the Swallowing Knife."

These three words made him tremble, and he couldn't even squeeze his fists tightly: "A warrior can only match one bone in his life!"

"Who knows," Zhuyeliang said lightly, as if talking about the weather, "I heard that you and Ma Shuangcheng are good friends, he has you in his neuron memory, his unfinished spirit needs to be continued, and his bones still want to fight .”

is it possible?Is it possible to successfully control the second skeleton?The blood in Yao Huangyun's body is boiling, he only has one year left, this is his last chance, but...

"If I put on the Swallowing Knife, it's tantamount to betraying Jiang Zongtao and forcing him to become an enemy of Beifu and even the entire dyeing society!"

Putting on the Swallowing Knife, he can return to the battlefield, regain that glory, and regain the smell of iron and blood!

"Then don't you wear it?"

Zhu Yeliang left this question behind, turned and walked out of the small living room.