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"I know who the undercover agent is," Guan Tieqiang said, "I have evidence."

Everyone's eyes froze, and six or seven pairs of eyes interlaced and looked at each other without opening their mouths.

"Heh," He Feifei laughed, "If you know who the undercover is, why didn't you report it? If you knew who the undercover was, why did you send your boss to the interrogation room in the middle of the night to kill people?"

He turned his gaze to Yuzawa: "The one who knows best who is the undercover agent is probably the undercover agent himself..."

"He Feifei!" Guan Tieqiang slapped the table, "Who are you? You are the leader of the first group in Beifutang. You have only been in Jianghan for a few days. It's your turn to dominate our branch leader!"

He was right, He Feifei didn't argue, and waited for Yuze's order.

Yu Ze quietly played with the buckle of the electronic recorder for a while, then turned to look at Zhu Jian: "Tell me, how did that woman die."

The blood all over Zhu Jian's body had dried up, turned dark brown, and looked very unkempt: "The death was very sudden, so I asked her a few words, it must be He... the secretary's hands and feet."

He Feifan presented a stack of files: "President, the results of the autopsy in the morning, 'Jin Shui' died of knife wounds, two thighs, one throat, fatal wounds."

"Impossible," Zhu Jian panicked. He did stab her, but there were only two knives on her leg. "The knife on the neck is not mine. I went to extract a confession. It is meaningless to kill her!"

"Extort a confession?" He Feifei grasped his flaws, "Whose confession should be forced?"

Zhu Jian was silent, his masseter muscle tensed, and he stared at him.

"Forcing a confession from the northern branch." Guan Tieqiang recruited himself. He Feifan, Tang Ze, and Si Jie all looked sideways.

He took out a small box from his suit pocket, which contained a chip card: "I'm not aimless," he handed the card to He Feifan, "Please let it go, Secretary He."

He Feifei quickly exchanged a look with Ding Huanliang, and then operated the device to play the card.

It's a recording with a quiet background, like a bedroom or office.

"How dare you fucking come?"

It's Zhu Jian.

Ding Huanliang turned pale.

"Scared?"

It was his own voice, he was stunned, that day when he went to Zhu Jian's office... Damn this kid actually recorded it!

He Feifan looked over the long conference table, frowning. In the recording, Ding Huanliang said: "...As long as you give Lancheng a word, let them destroy the Jialan hall."

The branch managers were in an uproar, and Yuzawa's expression was not very good.

Then, Zhu Jian said: "But my boss advocates recruiting security."

But Ding Huanliang said: "...When you recruit him, you will not be able to kill him. The thought of him dangling in front of my eyes makes my blood run cold."

Si Jie looked at Ding Huanliang with a sullen look on his brows.

Zhu Jian said: "...The secretary's office made a preliminary judgment, who is that undercover agent?"

As if the final decision was made, Ding Huanliang's voice was clear in the huge conference room: "From the video, it's the north."

Then Zhu Jiancai asked: "I want to interrogate that woman myself, is there a way?"

After the audio ended, everyone was quiet first, and then they all looked at Si Jie in unison.

Si Jie lowered his eyes, and He Feifan broke into a cold sweat.

Ding Huanliang was quite calm: "President," he walked towards Yuze, "The recording was taken out of context. I said those words to gain Zhu Jian's trust so that I could dig out the truth."

It's not impossible that this is possible. Everyone here is a genius. It is commonplace to play one or two tricks and tell a few poisonous lies. Ding Huanliang's tricks are not new to them.

Yuzawa was still fiddling with the recorder: "Dig out the truth..." He snapped the recorder buckle shut, "How do you know what the truth is?"

Ding Huanliang was dumbfounded.

"Or did you presuppose a 'truth'?" Yu Ze stared at him with the bloodthirsty eyes of a superior. "In this 'truth', the undercover agent must be Guan Tieqiang?"

Si Jie twitched his eyelashes violently.

He Feifan knew that the net they had carefully woven was broken.

"The truth..." Ding Huanliang was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, "Of course the truth is that the profiler analyzed the micro-expressions of the four branch chiefs and judged that there was something wrong with the Western branch..."

Yu Ze leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were cold, it was a kind of eyes watching people acting, Ding Huanliang closed his mouth knowingly.

"That day, you brought a video to my office," Yuzawa said. "Lao Guan's close-up is problematic, but even more problematic is Xumishan's reaction."

At that time, Ding Huanliang was worried that the field wave of Mount Sumeru was concentrated towards the side of the screen.

But Yuzawa said that Xu Mishan did not tell him who the undercover agent was.

"Mt. Xumi doesn't need to tell me who the undercover agent is." Yuze opened the electronic recorder again, turned around, and showed it to Ding Huanliang. "It's enough for me to realize that you are lying to me."

Ding Huanliang froze, his eyes slowly and slowly turned down to the screen of the recorder, on which was another analysis report of the profiler.

"I re-adjusted the original video," Yuzawa asked him, "Why does it seem to be different from what you showed me?"

He had already discovered that Ding Huanliang's scalp was numb, and he found that Guan Tieqiang had tampered with the video.

"According to my facial expression analysis report, Guan Tieqiang is fine," Yuze looked at his four branch managers one by one, as if to make them panic, "The problem is..."

The conference table was very quiet, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

"Si Jie." Yuze said.

Si Jie seemed surprised, and stood up while leaning on the table.

Yuze said again: "Master Shao."

Master Tian Shao frowned.

"If the report is okay," Yuzawa spread his hands, "both of you are undercover agents."

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, Tian Shaoshi raised his chin to Si Jie and asked him to speak, Si Jie pursed his lips, with a look of resentment: "President, if you say that I am an undercover agent, I won't be able to clear it up for a while, but Speaking of Master Shao, he was not the branch president when he ran the Sheping Lion Hall."

If you are not the branch manager, you will not have access to the skeleton of the peony lion.

"So what analysis report, what facial expression profile?" Yuzawa waved his hand and swept the electronic recorder to the ground, "It's all fucking nonsense!"

He raised his finger and pointed at Ding Huanliang: "You, a secretary with no background, dare to set up a trap for us big guys," he sneered, "Don't die!"

Ding Huanliang had no way to refute, he had been forced to a corner, with a cliff ahead and a cliff behind.

Zhu Jian was untied, pushed He Feifan away, and grabbed Ding Huanliang's neck, silk tie, gemstone collar button, and well-washed shirt, all of which are the luxury brought by power, he sneered: "You are finished, Ding Fuzuo! "

In front of all the big brothers, he pinned him to the ground and pulled his hair: "It's your turn to say, what is your purpose in conspiring, tampering with evidence, and framing the branch chief!"

Ding Huanliang was trembling, he couldn't control it, his status, luxury house, and famous car were all far away from him, and he might even die...

"Are you from Jialantang?" Zhu Jian asked suddenly.

This is to kill him!

"No," Ding Huanliang denied, "I have a sworn feud with Jialantang."

"Hate?" Zhu Jian kicked him in the stomach, "Cheat your eyes, rely on this 'hate' to break into Jianghan's senior management, gain the trust of the president, and cooperate with that undercover agent." He seemed to glance at Si Jie. , "Help the Garan Hall to resist the Dye Society, and help the remnants of the Lion Hall to restore!"

"No," Ding Huanliang stared, "I didn't!"

"Then why are you planning all this?"

"I want to climb up!" Ding Huanliang told the truth, "I don't want to be just an assistant, I don't want to stand behind others in meetings, I don't want to be called to shine shoes!"

By shining shoes, he was implying that he framed Guan Tieqiang just to avenge his own personal revenge.

Zhu Jian let go, and rubbed his cheek playfully: "You are very cunning, you will not cry when you see the coffin," he asked Yuzawa, "President, I apply to send the knife into the conference room."

The conference room of Jianghan Center is not allowed to enter the conference room by leapfrogging, not to turn on the communication equipment, and not to carry weapons. He applied for the use of a knife to be tortured on the spot. He Feifei trembled: "President..."

"Extraordinary." Si Jie interrupted him.

Zhu Jian smiled: "President, a small assistant, not so bold to rebel in the nest, there must be instructions behind it."

"No," Ding Huanliang had no choice but to take advantage of Secretary He's trust when things got to this point." He looked at Zhu Jian coldly. talk."

He Feifan was surprised, he was provoking the superiors and cutting his own way of life.

Yuze nodded, and soon, the knife was sent into the meeting room. A seven-inch long dagger with a sharp blade was held in his hand like a beam of light. Zhu Jian was mad with the knife: "Come on, have a look Is it your mouth that is hard, or my knife is hard."

He stabbed Ding Huanliang into Ding Huanliang's arm like he did to "Jin Shui" last night, but it was more ruthless than he did to "Jin Shui". Ding Huanliang screamed, blood spurted out, sprayed on the conference table, and flowed to Yuze underfoot.

"Say! Who is the mastermind!"

Ding Huanliang gritted his teeth, didn't look at anyone, didn't listen to anything, and didn't say a word.

Then there was the second cut, piercing the luteal bone upwards. He twitched and clenched his fists, homesick, thinking of the little fat dog He Feifei got him, the gauze curtain blown by the wind in the bedroom, the red apple on the bedside, and the sweet and sour taste of the apple. taste……

"I am the mastermind!"

With the knife drawn out, Ding Huanliang suddenly opened his eyes. It was He Feifan who boldly stood in front of Yuze for his sake.

"I asked Assistant Ding to do it," he said, "There is no need for another trial..."

"He Feifan!" Si Jie jumped up.

He Feifan is Ding Huanliang's boss, and Si Jie is He Feihua's boss. Zhu Jian presses every step of the way to find them all. in danger.

"As far as I am here," He Feifei took off the lotus badge on his left chest, "I take all responsibility."

Zhu Jian was a little stunned, and the senior cadres present were also surprised. Only the subordinates betrayed the superiors. I have never seen the superiors take the initiative to take the blame for the subordinates.

Ding Huanliang stared at He Feifan in disbelief, his eye circles were red, and then roared: "He is talking nonsense! He doesn't know anything, it's my plan alone, it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

The branch managers fell silent, and Si Jie sat down slowly.

This is moving, to be able to stand up for each other at the critical moment of life and death, this is not a simple brother, lover or community of interests, but some kind of spiritual sustenance, a fetter.

"President," bowing deeply, He Feifei pleaded guilty, "Dalan suffered a disastrous defeat, and I have always held a grudge against Jialantang, so after the western branch proposed recruitment, I was indignant and forced Ding Fuzuo to set up this trap."

He said "forced" because he wanted to minimize Ding Huanliang's responsibility.

No one spoke, even Zhu Jian shut up sensiblely.

"He Feifei!" Only Ding Huanliang yelled, "Is it interesting for you to make up these things? I carried you in Beifu, and went to Taitu to die, just to step on you and climb up! Don't you understand, what the fuck are you You don't owe me anything!"

He owes, at this time, He Feifan is very clear about his heart, he owes him all the good things in the world, he owes him the breeze in spring, the flowers in summer, the red leaves in autumn and the snow in winter, he owes him his whole life.

To be precise, they owed each other. If one person was destined to leave first, he hoped that it would be him and let Ding Huanliang live.

"President," He Feifei smiled, looking very helpless, "As my assistant, I am too loyal to me."

As he said that, he took off his suit, tore off his tie, crumpled his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing a terrifying tattoo on his back. A hungry tiger eats people, but now he wants to give up his life to feed a tiger.

"Please punish the president!" He said loudly.

Ding Huanliang suddenly jumped up from the ground, with dripping blood stains and vigorous hatred, he bumped into him, and only for a moment, he said in his ear: "Don't!"

He hates him, hates his love.

He Feifei understood that throwing Ding Huanliang out as an abandoned child was the best choice, to keep his secretary position, and then backhand him.

But he couldn't do it. He watched him being tortured, his flesh was pierced, and his blood flowed, but he kept silent.Even if they pass this hurdle and reach the peak of power one day, he will remember this day. He used Ding Huanliang's sacrifice to protect himself and pave the way for the future.

He Feifan pushed him away: "President, please punish!"

It's his choice, not right or wrong.

"I fuck your mother!" Ding Huanliang's eyes were wet, it hurt him more than Zhu Jian stabbed him ten more times, "He Feifei, you fool!"

"Okay," Yuzawa stood up, tired of watching the drama between the two of them, and took the knife from Zhu Jian, "He Feifei, if you don't do what you want, you two will have a good story .”

Chapter 58 Falling into the Dust┃"I'll sleep for you and serve you, am I your fucking slave?"

Interrogation room 315, midnight.

The overhead light turned white, Ding Huanliang took off his blood-stained shirt, and went to cover He Feifan's wounds. His body was devastated, and all non-fatal places had deep cuts.

"Yuze, you bastard!" Ding Huanliang gritted his teeth.

He Feifan held him, without any strength: "Shh, in case there is a monitor."

Ding Huanliang shook off his hand: "You obviously don't need to be here," he was still blaming him, "I'm fine with being alone. I'm used to being abused and injured."

He Feifan leaned against the white wall and stroked his hair: "You were tortured in the past, but it doesn't mean that you are taking it for granted now."

Ding Huanliang's hand covering his wound froze.

"This room," He Feifei looked around, "is the place where the woman died."

He was referring to fake gold water.

"Retribution." Ding Huanliang whispered.

He Feifei gently rubbed his earlobe, and that hand made Ding Huanliang's heart tremble, "Retribution..." he repeated, "It should also be retribution to me. I am too greedy and want to take risks. It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't you understand?" He Feifei endured the pain, "You are me, and I am you."

Ding Huanliang held back his tears.

"Damn it," he turned his head away and wiped it with his wrist, "no one is good, Yu Ze, Si Jie, Guan Tieqiang are all fucking bastards!"

He Feifan knew his character, sinister, vengeful, and narrow-minded: "Si Jie is miserable, let us do this, he will be depressed for a while."

And they both will die.

Ding Huanliang looked into He Feifan's eyes. At first, they each got what they wanted, and then they were probably mistresses?Then, like brothers, sometimes like enemies, somehow, they changed, shared weal and woe, became relatives, several ups and downs, they have never been separated, they think they are not good things, treat each other , but ashamed of betrayal.

This is fucking evil.

"Are you afraid?" He Feifei asked softly, walking out of this room, it might be the execution ground.

Ding Huanliang wanted to say "scared", he felt that he must be afraid, but he opened his mouth, but the word couldn't come out.

"I'm not afraid at all," He Feifei smiled, "Maybe it's because I've been with you for a long time, and I always fucking think I can turn things around."

Ding Huanliang leaned towards him, leaning against the white wall beside his head, which was now covered in black blood: "When two people die together, it seems to be walking on a new road, and there is still a lot to do ahead."

He Feifan held his hand: "Baby, give me a kiss."

"Hey, I'm getting goosebumps," Ding Huanliang said coldly, "It's not serious when you're dying."

"You don't understand," He Feifan pinched his fingers, "It's so attractive."

"Really?" Ding Huanliang pursed his lips and smiled, "Why don't I think so."

He Feifan looked at him: "Don't you like it?"

Ding Huanliang blinked slowly, feeling like a butterfly fluttering its wings in his heart. After flying for a long time, he was tired and finally found a tree branch: "I like it."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the corner of He Feifan's mouth. The strong smell of blood was sweeter than honey.

There was no window in the interrogation room. I don't know how long it took. One night, maybe one day, someone came to take them, it was Zhu Jian, and took them to the conference room on the ninth floor again. Looking at the sky outside the window, it was evening.

Yu Ze sat on the president's seat, dressed in a good suit, and the four branches were still the same, and every Buddha stood still, only the two of them, from superiors to prisoners.

This is the price of greed.

"Announce two things," Yuzawa knocked on the obsidian table in front of him, "First, with the unanimous consent of the high-level meeting, it was decided to recruit An Jialantang."

Since it was "unanimous", Si Jie also voted for it.

"Laoguan," Yuzawa ordered, "Galantang is still on the ground of your western branch, you can handle this matter."

"Alright." Guan Tieqiang complied.

"The second thing," Yu Ze turned around, "He Feifan, Ding Huanliang."

The two of them got up from the temporary seats at the door, bloodstained and embarrassed.

"Damn it for what you two committed." Yuzawa confirmed.

He Feifan drooped his head and grabbed Ding Huanliang's hand.

"But you deserve credit for recovering Taitu," Yuze changed the subject, "Referring to the opinion of the northern branch," he looked at Si Jie, "I'll save both of your lives."

He Feifan didn't expect that he thought that today is the time of death.

"From today, you will be removed from the secretary's office, you will not be able to serve as a senior cadre for life, and you are prohibited from wearing formal attire."

This cut off their way out, at least in the dyeing society, they fell into the dust.

"Before recovering Taitu, you asked me for three things." Yuzawa raised the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously. "Both of them were transferred from the archives. If you have a relationship with archives, go and become a secretary." .”

This is a mockery, a mockery of the end of their heroes.

Zhu Jian pushed them away, and before going out, He Feifan turned his head and glanced at Si Jie, who never raised his head from the beginning to the end.

When he came to the house that day, in the bathroom with water, He Feifan asked him that if something happened to him, he hoped that he could save his and Ding Huanliang's lives.

He really saved.

The two were driven into the car by Zhu Jian, surrounded by people from the western branch, and it seemed that the route was going home. Ding Huanliang was afraid that this kid would have a backup, so he said respectfully: "My boss, don't worry about it, we will go back by ourselves."

"Go back?" Zhu Jian laughed, in a good mood, "I don't have fart anymore, do you still want to live in the River View Villa?"

In the swaying escort car, He Feifan was covered in the pungent smell of blood, and stared at him fiercely.

"You have a good look," Zhu Jian looked at him excitedly, opened his suit, and let him look at the gun at his waist by holding a cigarette. "It's different now, Secretary He."

They can only endure, and the days of being humiliated will still be long.

When they got home, Zhu Jian’s men were all armed and entered through the main entrance. One of He Feifan’s younger brothers was counted as one, and they were all killed on the spot. The big brothers connected in series, causing violence.

Ding Huanliang wanted money and food, but Zhu Jian refused and ordered them to hand over their keys, ID cards and safe codes.Senior cadres all have small coffers, and He Feifan is no exception. Now that the singing stage has collapsed, the floating wealth is destined to be lost. They can't take anything with them except their own bones and a little fat dog.

When they went to the bone warehouse to get the flower vine hook and the skull crown, Zhu Jian's men shot at them. The pistols were not very powerful. They both lay down and got in through the slowly opened warehouse door.

Xiaopang was terrified, his ears drooped, and he lay down by the door with his little butt curled up.

Zhu Jian's people rushed up. They took the money and wanted to kill people. Ding Huanliang jumped onto the second stage while dodging bullets. He was shot in the leg, opened the controller's cabin reluctantly, and successfully established a connection.

The skull crown was activated, and the strong acid needles were taken out from the two ribs, killing as long as it was a moving target, Zhu Jian's people fell in front of it one after another.

"Ding Huanliang!" Zhu Jian shouted.

Skeleton Crown turned around, and saw Zhu Jian holding a gun at Hua Mangou's feet, with the muzzle pointed at He Feifan's temple—he was too seriously injured to enter the bone in time.

"I'm sorry," Zhu Jian smiled smugly, "I'm notoriously fast."

There were not many of his men left, and some of them lost their guns in fright, and gathered around him trembling.

Without hesitation, the skull crown took out a few more acid needles from the chute on both ribs.

Zhu Jian grabbed He Feifan's neck and yelled viciously: "Ding Huanliang, don't act rashly, don't you two love each other more than gold!"

"Haha," He Feifei laughed, "You don't know him well. In his heart, nothing is more important than himself."

"Who are you lying to?" Zhu Jian didn't believe it. "In the conference room, he would never drag you into the water."

"That's because I'm still useful." He Feifan looked at him along the straight barrel of the gun with a sympathetic look, "I'm alive so someone can go get him."

The strong acid needle was shot, and Zhu Jian's flanks, a thousand people fell down.

Zhu Jian's gun hand was wet with sweat, and he stared at the skull crown in horror.Sitting at the head of the branch office, he is already 28 years old and has retired from the battle order long ago. He has no built-in chip and cannot call a skeleton.

"Damn it!" He scolded, at the critical moment of life and death, he had two choices, confess his love and put down his gun to pretend to be his grandson, or refuse to admit his love and drag He Feifei to die together.

Ding Huanliang watched his movements nervously in the controller's cabin. His huge bones showed no emotion, but he was so frightened that even his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Zhu Jian made a choice, his eyes were fierce, and his hand holding the gun was tightly clenched—he chose to die.

"No!" Ding Huanliang pulled out the connector, and the lighting system of the skull crown went out instantly.

Zhu Jian raised his eyebrows: "I knew it."

"Ding Huanliang!" He Feifei was not reconciled.

The royal cabin opened, and Ding Huanliang limped down and walked towards Zhu Jian: "Don't hurt him, he never hurt you, I'm the one who plotted against you."

Zhu Jian relaxed. Of the three of them, he was the only one with a gun: "I won't hurt him, I'm not interested in him."

The implication is that he is interested in Ding Huanliang.

He Feifan clenched his fists and watched as Ding Huanliang unbuttoned his shirt: "Okay," he revealed the tattoo, blood stained on the skull, with a terrifying coldness, "let him go, whatever you want, just say .”

Taking advantage of his radiance and Zhu Jian's dazzle, He Feifei snatched the gun with his hands, turned his wrists and elbows, all in one go, and turned the gun against Zhu Jian's chin.

With just one tap, the bullet can pass through the jaw and crush the brain.

Zhu Jian had nothing to play, and raised his hand: "Don't kill me, I will let you go, we will not violate the river."

They didn't want to kill him, but if they killed Zhu Jian, they couldn't get along in Jianghan.

Ding Huanliang fastened the buttons, went outside the warehouse to pick up Xiaopang, and re-entered the skull crown, and then He Feifei entered the flower vine hook, and the two skeletons activated one after another, stepped over Zhu Jian, and walked into the vast night.

But where?

In the huge Jianghan, there is no place for them to stand.

"Come with me," said the skull crown.

Flower Vine Hook followed it and walked towards the edge of the city. This road was no stranger to them, leading to their original home, the small apartment under the name of the Northern Branch.

"But when we moved, the key has already been handed over." He Feifei was puzzled.

"I prepared one," Ding Huanliang said, "and hid it on the door frame."

He Feifan was surprised. He always felt that this person was ambitious and daring, but now it seemed that he was already prepared for this day. He was a person who would leave a way for himself.

When they got home, they parked the skeleton in the open space behind the building, locked the cabin with a fingerprint lock, and they went upstairs.

The door key is actually on the door frame. Open the door and enter the house. The cramped small room is the same as when I left. Even a few pieces of cornstarch vegetable cakes are still in the refrigerator and have not deteriorated.

From where to climb up, and where to fall back.

He Feifei smiled wryly, but no matter what, they finally had a home to return to.

Xiaopang hummed, clinging to Ding Huanliang's leg, knowing that it was shy, he hugged it with his round belly, warmed a towel and handed it to He Feifan: "Wipe the blood."

He Feifan was very upset: "Aren't you going to wipe it for me?"

"I'm not your wife." Ding Huanliang took off his bloody pants, Xiaopang wagged his tail and licked his face.

"I'm so hurt, it's not too much for you to wait on me?"

"I'll sleep for you and serve you. I'm your fucking slave?" Ding Huanliang took out the vegetable cake, "Hurry up, wipe it and give me something to eat."

He Feifei didn't dare to speak out, he muttered and wiped it twice, Xiaopang came running over, arching his chubby little buttocks and sticking out his tongue at him.

He didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he gave this dog to Ding Huanliang. When he gave it, there was a diamond-encrusted bow tied around his neck. Ding Huanliang usually didn't pay much attention to it, but he brought it here at this time.

He petted the dog's head boredly, Xiaopang immediately turned over on his stomach, turned his soft belly towards him, and twisted his buttocks for him to rub.

He Feifei had an idea: "Hey, I said, synthetic food is not nutritious, should we eat this dog?"

With a bang, Ding Huanliang rushed out of the bathroom naked, hugged Xiaopang into his arms, and gave him a hard look: "How dare you!"

"No, it's all like this..." Poverty, hunger, and scars.

"Well," Ding Huanliang looked down at him arrogantly, "He Feifan, you won't accept your fate, will you?"

He Feifan stared at him blankly, refusing to accept his fate, so what?

With such a hazy and delicate face, the words spoken are full of domineering: "Let's fight again and make a comeback."