Lord

Zhu Jian looked down at Ding Huanliang, with a smile, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"How dare you!" Ding Huanliang roared, the corners of his eyes bloodshot.

"Why don't I dare," Zhu Jian said tit for tat, "I'll crush you like I crushed an ant."

He can do it, Ding Huanliang won't argue with him: "I have information about Peony Lion!"

Zhu Jian was taken aback: "Peony lion?" Then he laughed, "It's up to you?"

At this time, the door of the stairwell creaked open, and a skeleton came out, well-behaved, with shiny armor, and it was Om Protector. The eyepiece stayed on the faces of Ding Huanliang and Zhu Jian successively, and took a step back to let Yuze behind him.

"What are you doing?" Yu Ze saw the blood first, then Ding Huanliang's pierced legs, frowned and glared at Zhu Jian, "It's not safe to have a meeting!"

"President," Zhu Jian hastily retracted his gun, "The low-level staff in the archives trespassed on the ninth floor, and I happened to lead someone..."

"President!" Ding Huanliang crawled towards Yuze, "I have an important report!"

Yuzawa took a step back, obviously not trusting him, winked at Om Protector, and turned to leave.

"President, Peony Lion is in Xingdu!"

Yuze stopped, turned back, his expression changed, and there was a murderous look in his eyes: "Say it again."

"Peony Lion Chasing Night Cool, now in Xingdu, the Western Branch is in danger, and the ghost town is in danger!"

This is the first time someone said the name of Peony Lion Master, "Zhu Yeliang?" Yuzawa chewed on these three words, "What a beautiful name."

Zhu Jian was stunned. Isn't Zhu Yeliang the skeleton next to Cen Zhuo? A skeleton that doesn't even have an outer armor, how could it be...

"Source of information?" Yuzawa asked.

"I'll report the details later," Ding Huanliang anxiously urged, "Please contact Xingdu immediately, no matter what method you use, first detain him in the ghost city!"

What he said was right, Yu Ze was about to give orders, but Zhu Jian came out untimely to obstruct him: "President, this kid is full of lies, you can't believe it!"

With a slap, Yuzawa slapped him on the left cheek, making his butt as red as a monkey.

"If you still want Lao Guan to come back alive, do it immediately!"

Zhu Jian covered his face and glared at Ding Huanliang angrily.

The communication equipment was in Guan Tieqiang's office, and Zhu Jian had the key and password. Yu Ze ordered Om Protector to bring Ding Huanliang with him, and they went downstairs together.

Dyeshe’s Western Communication Network, a black device with a half-meter square, uses wireless signals and has a second-stage encryption function. After operating it for a long time, Zhu Jian reported blankly: "I can’t get through..."

Ghost City has a special person in charge of 24-hour communication with Jianghan. According to the regulations, in various crises below S-level, if correspondent A dies, B will take over immediately and must not be interrupted. The current situation shows that the crisis is at least S-level, that is to say The core area is under attack.

Everyone present realized that something had happened.

"Pick it up again." Yuzawa folded his arms, and there was a storm in his black eyes.

Zhu Jian's cold sweat broke out, Guan Tieqiang was recruiting Anjia Lantang in Menggui City, no matter what, this situation should not happen, unless he has already...

"Tell me," Yuze asked Ding Huanliang while waiting for the news, "How did you find the peony lion?"

Ding Huanliang's wound was treated urgently and the bleeding stopped. With a pale face, he explained the process of looking through old files and checking video materials. There was no real evidence, and he was also afraid of making mistakes: "However, with the qualifications of Peony Lion, how could he be willing to remain anonymous? , hiding in the Garan Hall, this..."

Yuzawa smiled: "The one who can bend and stretch is a real man."

Ding Huanliang was surprised that the Peony Lion had reappeared in Xingdu. On such a big matter, this person can still talk and laugh happily.

Then, Yuzawa said something astonishing: "You don't know, Yuzawa is not my real name."

Ding Huanliang, including Zhu Jian, were stunned.

"When I was a younger brother in Xuanwu Hall Beifu, I was ignorant and killed a captain's woman. My boss protected me and found someone to die for me. That person's name was Yuze."

Ding Huanliang was unexpected.

"Since then, I have been Yuzawa. I didn't dare to change it back at first, but I couldn't change it back later, because 'Yuzawa' has become famous all over the world."

The overlord of the world actually used a fake name!

"As the saying goes, if a real man doesn't change his name when he's in business, he doesn't change his surname when he's sitting down," Yuzawa shook his head. "I changed both my name and surname, but I'm still in power. Everyone who mentions me should call me a real man."

Ding Huanliang looked at him intently, admiring his arrogance.

"So," Masashi Yuzawa said, "not to mention that Peony Lion lurks in Jialan Hall for revenge, even if he is a vile beggar on the streets of Jianghan, I am not surprised."

On the contrary, it is also true that it is him.

This is the real king, who can stand on the top of the mountain and go down to the abyss.

At this time, the red light in the upper right corner of the communication device flashed suddenly, indicating that information had entered Jianghan.com, and the electronic screen displayed the source of the information: Xingdu.

Zhu Jian quickly picked it up and turned it on. The first thing he heard was a violent explosion, someone shouting, and the sound of dragging a heavy object: "Western Branch, Xingdu, Menggui Town, number 402A!"

Zhu Jian responded immediately: "Jianghan Center, 001, 054, number WB!"

The information was verified correctly, and Xingdu reported: "Three pieces of information, the first one, the branch manager Guan Tieqiang, died."

Already expected.

"Article [-], core criminals, keep their names secret and escape."

Yuzawa stood up abruptly from the sofa.

"Article [-], capture the president of Jialan Hall, keep his name secret, status: survived, report completed!"

For a moment, Ding Huanliang's expression was indescribable, it was a release from suppression for a long time, and it was an unexpected ecstasy. He endured it and did not show it in front of Yuze.

Yu Ze's face was ashen, because the escaped core criminal, Peony Lion, had never made him so angry when he came back.

Ding Huanliang was puzzled, this core criminal...Suddenly, a name flashed through his mind-Shizitang Qianjun, Bai Ruer.

If the dyeing society can only have one core prisoner, who else is there?

After the dust settled, Ding Huanliang was sent to the medical center on the first floor of the headquarters. It was called the medical center. It was actually a small hospital with the best medical staff and treatment equipment in Jianghan. The luxurious single rooms seemed to be the treatment of senior cadres.

It didn't take long for He Feifan to arrive. The person in the president's office notified him. When he entered the room and saw Ding Huanliang's leg, he twisted his whole face, both angry and distressed.

"Fuck me, Zhu Jian!"

"Come on," Ding Huanliang smiled and waved to him, "You come."

He Feifan came in such a hurry, and he didn't forget to bring zongzi: "You haven't eaten, are you hungry?"

"Well," Ding Huanliang was in a particularly good mood, so good that he acted like a baby to him, "feed me a bite."

He Feifan was surprised, the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently, and he said annoyingly: "Are you fucking okay, two shots were shot in the leg, and you hit your head stupid?"

Ding Huanliang glared at him: "Just your stinky mouth, don't fucking think I'm gentle with you."

"Whatever," He Feifei took out the rice dumpling and peeled it off for him clumsily, "Whether you treat me fiercely, more fiercely, or viciously, I treat you the same."

He smiled slyly, very handsome, very bad: "It makes you unhappy, makes you unable to leave."

Ding Huanliang's face was a little red: "Come on, you smelly shameless." He muttered, and then the rice dumplings were brought to his mouth, white glutinous rice, dipped in a little sugar.

That aroma, the taste of childhood, made the eye circles hot immediately.

"Eat." He Feifan held it for him.

Ding Huanliang's mouth trembled violently, he pursed it, but still trembled, this was an unusual day, Cen Zhuo's arrest, his badly injured legs, the memories that He Feifei exchanged for him with the pain all over his body, a bitter and mixed story Dream.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to bite, but He Feifan took the zongzi back, bit off the sweet tip, stood up and supported the head of the bed, and bent down.

They were so close that their breath sprayed on their faces, Ding Huanliang raised his chin in a daze, the rice dumpling was on his lips, but He Feifan didn't give it to him, that means, let him pick it up by himself.

He took it shamelessly, well-behaved, ferocious, and touching, like a bird, like a wolf, like a loving lover.

The sugar melted on the tip of the tongue, only a little bit, and Jiangmi swallowed it before chewing, leaving only a scent on the throat.The rest is all about kissing, obsessive entanglement, tossing and turning, to suck out the soul, and to hand over the life to the other party, you and me, until death.

"Cen Zhuo has been arrested." Ding Huanliang said while drunk.

He Feifei let go of him panting roughly, and stared into his eyes.

"In the ghost town of Xingdu," the mouth turned red, "just now."

He Feifan held his face in his hands: "Your wish has come true."

Ding Huanliang burst into a beautiful smile, as bright as a pearl and as ferocious as a falcon: "If my guess is correct, the peony lion used him to save Bai Ruer, and then threw him away."

He Feifei sarcastically said, "It's so fucking pathetic."

"He is a fool who was played and sacrificed."

He Feifan immediately thought: "The Western branch is over."

"Extraordinary, you believe me," Ding Huanliang slowly licked his lips, "We will make a comeback soon."

He hit it off.

The next day, Yuzawa summoned him in the president's office, and said straight to the point: "Except for not being able to serve as a senior cadre or wear formal clothes, I can give you the power second only to me."

The power second only to the president, Ding Huanliang stood in front of the desk, very tempted.

"You will be my private secretary," Yuzawa stared at him with great concentration, "follow me and freely enter and exit all confidential places including the office on the tenth floor, and become a think tank like Mount Xumi."

Like Mount Sumeru, it sounds really nice.No matter how great the power and status is, a think tank without a name and no reputation will still be attached to Yuzawa. Life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in his mind.

"Any arrangement from the president," Ding Huanliang said, "I will gladly accept it. There is only one request."

Yuzawa stared at him.

"Everything I have, He Feifan must have."

Yuzawa lowered his eyes: "Huanliang..."

"He hasn't regained his dignity, so I don't want that dignity," Ding Huanliang said, "I am one with him."

Yuzawa smiled: "Are you such a sentimental person?" He suppressed his smile, showing his ferocious face, "I always thought that you would do whatever it takes to achieve your goals."

What he said was right, and Ding Huanliang did not deny it: "But He Feifei is in my goal. All power, status, glory and wealth, without him, are meaningless."

Yuzawa was silent for a moment, not very happy: "You fight for this for him, he doesn't even know."

He doesn't need to know, Ding Huanliang thought to himself, just like that fool who went to exchange rice dumplings for him without his consent: "What I do for him is voluntary, and one day he betrays me and hurts me, and I will admit it."

Men all love power, but they rarely know that behind the burning power is iron-like loneliness.

Yuzawa narrowed his eyes, this man is very smart, too smart, he not only loves power, but also the people who share power with him, this is the real greed: "Okay," he promised, "You have to do the first thing The first thing is to go to Xingdu and take care of the prisoner for me."

He was referring to Cen Zhuo.

This was exactly what Ding Huanliang wanted.

"President, my hands are ruthless," he snapped his knuckles, "I have no sense of proportion."

"It doesn't matter," Yuzawa didn't care, "Just keep your breath. I want to know the whereabouts of Peony Lion, their next move, and the undercover agent."

Ding Huanliang noticed that Yuze still didn't mention Bai Ruer's name, maybe he didn't want anyone to know that Qianjun from Lion Hall had regained his freedom.

He is sharpening his sword, coveting the country of the dyeing society.

That used to be the world of the Lion Hall.

"By the way, President," Ding Huanliang's eyes sparkled, "I'm a small-minded person, and I can't tolerate any hatred, Zhu Jian..."

He just said that he is ruthless and has no sense of proportion.

But Yuzawa waved his hands impatiently, pampering him: "As you wish."

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