drowning tide

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the turbid sea was no longer as clear as before. The long pontoon bridge kept bumping under the impact of the waves, and the iron chains on both sides were tightly stretched, as if they might break at any time.

The beams of the lighthouse can penetrate the dense rain curtain, and the cargo ships that cannot sail are docked on the shore, and the countless containers give people a huge oppressive force.

Shengtian Wharf, Wen Fan, who was still in a daze, was brought to this place, thinking of the person he was about to meet, a terrible chill climbed up his spine, turning into a needle-like pain in the back of his head. pain.

Nie Xicheng, or Yin Yuan, the first time he heard about this person was one evening four or five years ago.

He has placed countless eyeliners around his nominal elder brother Wen Zhicheng, and these eyeliners will report to him his elder brother's daily schedule every week, and this day is no exception.

"New assistant? Where did you come from?"

He flipped through the records handed over by his subordinates, from who his elder brother Wen Zhicheng met and talked about, down to what he ate three meals a day, without missing anything.

Anyway, they are all low-end stuff, coaxing his big brother's fat pig to eat, drink and play.There is a precedent like Wu Xin, he didn't take this person seriously at first, until he suffered several sullen losses in succession, and the investigation results all pointed to the same person, then he had to admit that his elder brother's new assistant was real He has some skills——Wen Zhicheng is very clear about how much that piece of trash weighs. If he wanted to change his sex, he should have done it long ago, and he couldn't wait until today.

From this day on, he has been paying attention to the matter of this assistant, but at most that's it. After all, this meager concern is not enough for him to lower himself to find trouble with a small assistant, so the first time the two of them The meeting was postponed for half a year.

Half a year later, at the family reunion, Wen Zhicheng brought his assistant back to Wen's family.Outside his father's study, he saw this person who was always accurate enough to make him unhappy: more intuitive than the photos, he was a tall young man with deep facial features, even wrapped in an expensive and decent handmade suit. With terrifying explosive power lurking in his lean body, if an unfamiliar person sees it, he may think that he is the eldest son of the Wen family, and his elder brother Wen Zhicheng is just an inconspicuous little guy.

"Check his background."

Even though this person behaved silently and decently from beginning to end, like any perfect elite assistant, he still keenly smelled a trace of blood and gunpowder smoke on this person.

This person may be more difficult than he thought.

Wen Fan was rarely afraid of anything, but it was this person who made him feel a long-lost sense of crisis. If he hadn't been driven by this sense of crisis, he would never have acted so imprudently——

"Second Young Master, we're here."

The driver got out of the car and went to the rear to open the car door for him. If he didn't look at his bound hands and feet and the bodyguards guarding him, he might think that he was the Wen family's second son who was under one person and above ten thousand people again. few.

The shadow of the container covered their figures, the old warehouse door was ajar, and the interior was a little more spacious than he thought, with several iron chains of different lengths hanging from the top, and there was a row of iron frames against the wall for ventilation. There was a buzzing noise from the skylight, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Wen Fan actually knew about this place. On the surface, it is one of the countless warehouses, but in fact it is a place specially used to deal with traitors and assassins. The history of the Wen family’s wealth was written with the blood of countless people, and some people shed blood. There will be enmity, unless one party dies, this enmity will continue from generation to generation, and there will be no end to one day.

"Second Young Master Wen, long time no see."

Wen Fan, who was being held down on his knees, looked up at the person who was speaking, because he had been given a large dose of muscle relaxants, his vision was blurred, and it was extremely difficult to see the person's face clearly.

Nie Xicheng sat on the seat, propped his chin with one hand, and looked down at him from above. Under the half-bright light, the contours of his handsome features became more and more profound, with a sculptural quality.

Wen Fan is very familiar with this kind of casual attitude - only the winner who controls everything can have this kind of lofty attitude of not taking everything to heart.

Compared with this person, I am really embarrassed.

"Am I so scary?"

I'm shivering?It wasn't until he heard the man speak that he realized that he was indeed shaking.

In order to regain control of his body, he bit his lip hard, and the slight pain made his thoughts clear for a short time.

He turned his head to look somewhere with all his strength, probably because his eyes were too terrifying, the guy who betrayed him dodged for a moment guilty.

"What are you looking at?!"

Seeing that Wen Fan was powerless to resist, this man who usually nodded and bowed like a dog kicked him on the back, "Maybe you don't treat us as human beings?! May you hit and scold us if you want?! "

"I never thought you would have today, Second Young Master Wen, I have endured you for a long time"

The leather shoes and fists landed on Wen Fan one after another, and the severe pain made his eyes go black. He didn't know if he screamed, because for a few tens of seconds, he couldn't hear anything except the sharp beeping. other voices.

It may be that the ribs were broken, and the scorching breath passed through the lungs, and the moment he opened his mouth, there was a bloody smell. He gasped heavily, and the more he breathed, the more painful it became.

His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, blood mixed with cold sweat, dripping down the corner of his forehead, "Since... when did it start?"

Since when did everyone around him betray him?

From the beginning, he had been watching his tragic situation with cold eyes. Until now, Nie Xicheng tilted his head, and the light fell on half of his face, making that smile extraordinarily cruel and sharp. "About a year ago."

Wen Fan wanted to laugh, but he really didn't have the energy.Everything he did was under the nose of this man long before it all started.

Humiliation, despair, and anger overwhelmed him, but he couldn't care less.

Winner and loser, he half-closed his eyes weakly, "If you want to kill me, do it quickly."

"Why should I kill you?"

Nie Xicheng seemed to have heard something funny, "Second Young Master Wen, do you think that everything will be settled once you die?"

"There are still countless messes waiting for you to deal with. Wouldn't it be a mess if you died?"

"stand up."

Wen Fan was picked up by his hair with a pair of iron-like hands, and someone on the other side stuffed a heavy pen into his hand.

"Sign it." Nie Xicheng suggested in a gentle tone.

The blurred vision gradually focused, and Wen Fan recognized the thick stack of papers as an asset transfer agreement.

In addition to the asset transfer agreement, there are also some complicated contracts and documents, nothing more than to squeeze out all the black money and other assets he laundered by using Tianshi.

"You... are more greedy than I thought." Wen Fan took a sip, and the bloody saliva left a red, red and white mark on the snow-white paper.

His obviously shameless behavior angered the people around Nie Xicheng, but Nie Xicheng gestured for him to back off.

"Second Young Master Wen, do you think I can't force you to sign?"

Wen Fan controlled not to let his facial muscles twitch too much, and said word by word, "If you can do it... just try it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man came out from behind the crowd. The middle-aged man nodded to Nie Xicheng, "Mr. Nie, leave it to me."

"Be careful, don't hurt his hand." Nie Xicheng greeted the man, "In case it is difficult to do handwriting identification, we will be the ones who suffer."

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The warehouse door closed behind Nie Xicheng, isolating the bloody and chaotic world.

The bodyguard guarding the door saw that it was him, and silently made way for him.

The rain was a little lighter, but it could still drench people instantly. Before Nie Xicheng could react, a shadow that cut off the rain appeared above his head.

The man with the umbrella smiled and tilted his wrist towards him, "I thought you wouldn't like to leave this kind of work to other people."

Nie Xi wanted to touch his pocket instinctively, but soon realized that he had quit smoking, "I don't like to make him worry."

Thinking of Yi Huai's reaction after he accidentally brought back blood yesterday, he smiled helplessly, "And it would be better to leave it to professionals."

That seemingly inconspicuous middle-aged man is an expert in extorting confessions by torture. It is said that no one can last three days in his hands, and it is the best choice to let him grind Wen Fan's tough bones.

"That's right, if someone cares about you, you should be more cautious." Wen Zhengting's former assistant pointed to the front, "Walk around?"

The Shengtian Wharf in the rain was another scene, and they walked slowly along the gap between the containers.

"Why does it have to be here?"

Unlike his father's friendship from childhood to adulthood, he doesn't know much about Nie Xicheng, and the relationship between the two is more like ordinary accomplices than friends.

Nie Xicheng turned his head, his expression was still calm, "Because I was locked there before, and almost died there."

The last time he and Yi Huai came here, they just walked along the promenade of Xingang, took a look outside, and didn't go inside. Compared with revisiting the old place, it was more like a failure to the extreme date.

This time, Shengtian Wharf, which had appeared in his nightmares countless times, was packaged and given to him by Wen Zhicheng along with the ownership of Shengjiang. He no longer needed to act against his will as someone else. The steps forward vanished into thin air.

"It rained that day, too."

Recalling the scene at that time, Nie Xicheng said suddenly, causing the other person to look sideways, "Really?"

"Yes, I remember it very clearly. I received a call from Wen Zhengting to go to the hospital. It rained suddenly on the way. When I arrived at the hospital, I almost thought I would drown."

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the day Nie Yuansheng died and the day he was brought out by Yao Yi and Luo Yi's men, it rained so heavily that he was covered with moisture for countless days and nights afterward. .

"Coastal cities are prone to typhoons, and rain is nothing more than normal."

"You're right." Nie Xicheng noticed his drenched body and found a place to hide from the rain with him. "Actually, besides the Wen family, I have another enemy."

The man didn't know why he suddenly wanted to mention this, "Aren't you going to find him? You should be very vengeful."

Nie Xicheng lowered his head, "I can't find it, because he's dead, and it's the most thankless thing in the world to argue with the dead."

Xu Laodao died in the civil strife in Southeast Asia. As for whether Wen Zhengting was behind it, it was difficult to trace, so even if he was full of hatred, he had to succumb to the cruelty of reality.

Nie Xicheng didn't intend to tell him too much about these things, "What are your future plans?"

The man looked at the gray sky, and the gloom between his brows dissipated a little, "Choose a good day to move out my mother's ashes, I don't know if she would like to be buried with my biological father, but I know her She absolutely doesn't want to die with the man who ruined her life."

"I'm talking about your business. If you want to leave Rongcheng, I will help you solve the problem of your new identity."

Facing Nie Xicheng's questioning, he pursed his lips, "Let's talk about what I have to say, I'm not like you, and I don't know how I will live my life after I finish all this."

"You... sorry."

Nie Xicheng glanced at his phone, the message was sent by Xiao Liang, whom he sent to Yi Huai's side.

Could it be that something happened to Yi Huai?With such doubts in mind, he swiped open the screen, and the message was only four simple words, but the shock it brought was no less than dropping an atomic bomb.

——Luo Yi is dead.