The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The night is as dark as ink.
The hospital already had a gloomy atmosphere, and coupled with the middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit under the old tree, it looked even more evil, and the temperature dropped sharply.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and the hospital gate was deserted. Looking through the street lights, there were only a few passers-by walking on the long and wide street. The atmosphere is quite eerie. Xiao Zheng calmed down a little, walked out of the hospital calmly, and then walked towards the middle-aged man under the tree.
He didn't hide or try to escape. Not even running away.
Xiao Zheng was never a man who ran away from trouble. Even after he returned to China and stayed in a law-based society where rules must be followed, Xiao Zheng never bowed his head to anyone. He just learned to be tactful and mastered the ability to leverage others' strength.
"Don't overdo anything. Fate will inevitably end soon."
This is a Buddhist sutra that Xiao Zheng heard from his mother-in-law in Fengming Mountain. Xiao Zheng, who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, understands this deeply. I also believe it.
Of course, Xiao Zheng also knew very well that these words were brought up to him intentionally or unintentionally by his mother-in-law. Just like that string of Buddhist beads, its purpose is to soften his violent temper.
Xiao Zheng may not have done very well, but at least he didn't make the mistake too big. He didn't push himself into a desperate situation.
Just like Ye Zanghua said, this is Yanjing. Anyone sitting in the car, walking on the street, including talking in the restaurant, who is not a well-established person? Although it was fun to be strong for a while, it cut off the retreat.
fine. Xiao Zheng endured it.
He endured Yan Dengkui's murderous intentions at every step. I endured Yan Shang’s Hongmen Banquet. Like a carp swimming upstream, it took advantage of gaps and leaks, and finally crossed the river by feeling for the stones on thin ice.
He walked slowly towards the man in tunic suit. The closer we get, the clearer the appearance of the middle-aged man becomes.
This was a middle-aged man that Xiao Zheng had never met before. It's very strange, and his face has an indescribable sharpness. After several seconds of confusion, Xiao Zheng saw the clue.
This man has no eyebrows.
Without eyebrows, people will naturally look sinister. Even evil.
This middle-aged man is a sinister and evil man. Even if he is wearing a moderate and peaceful Mao suit, he cannot hide his evil aura.
There is also murderous intent.
who is he
Xiao Zheng was completely unimpressed.
But at this moment, the only thing Xiao Zheng can be sure of is that he is stronger than Yamamoto, and he is more fierce than Ye Jun. He is even the strongest opponent Xiao Zheng has ever encountered in his life. At least for now.
Whether it's Yamamoto or Yejun, they are just killers on the list. A killer is destined to only practice his weapon and lose his spirit. Just fight for the moment. In this state, one can be invincible and invincible. After all, it is just a murder weapon. It’s hard to get to the next level.
But the middle-aged man in front of him was obviously different.
There was murderous intent on his body, but his expression was very calm. His eyes are extremely bright. Not sinister, not cruel.
The so-called King Kong is not angry but has power. Is this the state it is talking about
Xiao Zheng can be sure that he is not a pure killer. In other words, he is not a killer at all. Rather, he is a strong man who has transcended the goal of killing people. It has reached the state of a vajra taking action and a bodhisattva holding back.
Xiao Zheng was calm as never before and walked steadily to the tree. He raised his eyes and looked at the man in Chinese tunic suit with a calm expression.
"Are you waiting for me?" Xiao Zheng said calmly.
"Yes. Waiting for you." The man in tunic suit nodded lightly, his thin lips slightly parted.
"Can I know who you are?" Xiao Zheng wanted to know this person's true identity. He didn't believe that a man with such a realm could be a little-known person.
"Is it necessary?" the man in Mao suit asked. "Wouldn't I be tired if everyone asked me about my identity and name? I'm not a customer service person."
He didn't seem willing to answer the question. As he said, everyone asked and everyone answered, it was so tiring.
"It seems that you have killed many people." Xiao Zheng said slowly.
"There are a group of young people like you every year. Get used to it." The man in Mao suit said with a relaxed look.
It seemed that he was already a little tired of this matter. But at least he was a little numb.
What is the meaning of the so-called young talents and the so-called knowledgeable people? No matter how brilliant life is, it is short after all. In this city, talent is never the biggest weapon for climbing up. Living is.
"You don't even have much interest in killing me." Xiao Zheng said slowly. "But to me, it's the big thing in life. The biggest thing."
"If you were me, you wouldn't be interested either." The man in Chinese tunic suit said meaningfully. "I'm even doubting, are you really capable? Are you really talented? If you really keep fighting, can you climb to the top?"
"At the beginning, I still had a trace of respect and pity for you. But now, I find that you are no different from ordinary people. You can't even save your own life." The man in Mao suit said sadly. "It has been more than twenty years. The rankings of those who stand at the top have changed from young adults to middle-aged and elderly people now, but the people are still the same. No one has stepped down from the altar, and no one has climbed up. Some have not yet They disappeared as soon as they emerged. There are others like you who stopped abruptly and were involved in a dead end as soon as they were noticed."
"I really don't understand." The man in Mao suit shook his head and sighed. "If you can't even control your own life, how can you have the confidence to be unruly and pretentious?"
Xiao Zheng's expression remained calm and his eyes remained calm. But the corners of his lips curved in a subtle arc: "So, you have killed too many young people like me?"
"This year alone, you are the fifth one." The man in Mao suit said very frankly. "I can't remember exactly since I started doing this."
"Then do you think it's reasonable to kill me, or people like me?" Xiao Zheng pursed his lips and asked. "Does it hold up?"
"The ground is under your feet, and there are trees beside you. The tree is big. Even if you fall and stagger, you can still hold on to it." The man in Mao suit asked proactively. "And you?"
"Me too. There is ground under my feet." Xiao Zheng said calmly. "You can stand firm."
The man in Mao suit smiled magnanimously and contemptuously: "At least you are more courageous than those who look like you. Half of the people I killed would be so scared that they wet their pants when faced with this moment."
"After saying so much, I still don't know who you are." Xiao Zheng said slowly. "Leave a name, no matter whether you go to hell or go to heaven, you can still remember it."
After a pause, Xiao Zheng said calmly. "My name is Xiao Zheng."
"Guandong Ho Zhuguo."
"It turns out it's you." Xiao Zheng's eyes lit up and he pursed his lips. "You are truly hidden at the feet of the Emperor."