At the foot of Yanshan Mountain in Beijing, the first snow of the year fell.
The temperature in the mountains is already lower than in the city, and now the first fresh snow is falling, and the wind is like a sharp knife scraping bones.
The three-color forest on the hilltop of the horse farm turned white overnight.
White is relatively domineering. When the snow hangs on the treetops, the true colors of the trees will be ignored.
In this mountain forest, not only these trees, but also an old man turned gray.
Although he was nearly seventy years old, his hair was gray and his back was bent, he still looked like a giant standing outside the gate of the horse farm.
Half an hour ago, a guest suddenly came to visit. The strange thing is that this guest did not come to see the owner of the racecourse, Cao Yusheng, but to invite him, Fan Pingan.
Fan Ping'an was a little surprised that he had retired from the rivers and lakes for fifteen years, and now half buried in the loess, but a new business came.
He put down the tea mug in his hand, sent the guests out of the mountain gate himself, and then punched a set of fists inside the mountain gate.
Every move, every move, is still the same as it was fifteen years ago.
The air was rattled by the wind of his fist, like a whip whipped from the valley, spreading far away.
After finishing a set of punches, Fan Pingan let out a long breath, as if a white arrow shot out of his mouth, more than three feet aggressive, and then slowly dissipated.
"Mr. Fan, you haven't done it for fifteen years. I never thought your kung fu would improve."
Outside the mountain gate, a chunky middle-aged man wearing a black long fur and a sea dragon hat was walking up the mountain path.
There are genuine and fake sea dragon hats. They are really made of the fur of Siberian fur seals. This animal is now extinct, and every existing one is a treasure. The fake sea dragon hat is made of beaver fur. The two look similar, but the price is ten thousand times different.
The crown on the middle-aged fat man's head is naturally real, because his name is Cao Yusheng.
Even Cao Yusheng himself didn't know how rich he was. Anyway, after his family property exceeded one billion ten years ago, he never thought about it again.
At this moment, Cao Yusheng boarded the mountain gate, took a few breaths, and then said to Fan Ping'an beside him, "Fan Lao, fifteen years ago, you reached the pinnacle of martial arts from a foreigner, and now you see this sign, it is from outsiders. Are you inside?"
"Patriarch has good eyesight." Fan Pingan smiled slightly, and then a bit of regret appeared on his face, "It's a pity that when I met Lin Leshan back then, I was not as hot as I am now, otherwise I wouldn't let the old Patriarch shame."
"Mr. Fan, don't mind, you have done a good job." Cao Yusheng's face was a little emotional when he heard this, and he recalled, "Fifteen years ago, our family was a branch of the Cao family and wanted to take the head of the Cao family. Instead, there will naturally be some resistance within the Liemen. Back then you fought for my father against Lin Leshan, the leader of the Liemen, and you were undefeated in ten strokes. Lin Leshan recognized the strength of our Cao family, and this is why I am the sixth leader today. Location."
"Thanks to the old patriarch for not giving up, I, a fugitive, has been living in the Cao family for more than 20 years. This is what I should do." Fan Pingan said.
Cao Yusheng looked at the old man's expression, he understood something in his heart, and asked, "Has Lin Shuo been here?"
"I've been here." Fan Ping'an nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes, "Good boy, you recognized me at a glance. Just standing in front of me is extremely ready for battle. I tried him three times, They were all guarded by him. Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he is still faintly superior to Lin Leshan fifteen years ago."
"The six leaders of Liemen, he is now the number one." Cao Yusheng said indifferently, "Of course it's not for nothing."
"Patriarch, I want to go to the northwest." Fan Pingan said suddenly.
"When I went up the mountain just now, I met a young man who was very polite to me, but I found out the origin in a few words. He is from the Nie family." Cao Yusheng seemed to have expected him to say this, calmly Said: "Old Fan, are you going to resume your old job?"
"Yes. "
"The target is Lin Shuo?"
"That's right."
"It's too much trouble." Cao Yusheng shook his head, "If I had known this, you could have done it when he came before."
"That's different." Fan Pingan said sternly, "When he came, I was the concierge of the Cao family, and I had no reason to hurt the guests. Now that he's gone, I'm the killer who took over the business, so naturally I can't let him go."
"That's right." Cao Yusheng nodded slightly, "One size belongs to one size, Mr. Fan is very clear about it."
"Patriarch." Fan Pingan took a deep breath and said, "Fan was rescued by the old patriarch and promised to protect the Cao family for 20 years. Now the time limit has expired. I ask the patriarch not to mind when I go down the mountain this time. After all, he is a boxer, and he cannot die of old age in the concierge."
"Okay." Cao Yusheng looked up at the old man who was a head taller than himself even if he was hunched over, and confirmed, "Mr. Fan, it doesn't matter whether this thing is done or not, I will never see you again."
"yes."
"Then I'll send you off."
…
After sending Fan Pingan down the mountain, Cao Yusheng returned to his study.
After closing the door of his own study, the leader of the hunting gate with a face as heavy as water, smashed a vase hard.
This is the best of Yuan blue and white, and it is priceless.
After smashing the vase, Cao Yusheng sat in front of his desk, his hands shaking with anger.
After sitting there with a livid face for a while, he let out a long breath and looked at the phone on his desk.
The reason why he was angry was because those people had already stretched out their hands to the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and he, the master of the Cao family, only realized it later.
With Cao Yusheng's wisdom, he naturally knew that Fan Ping'an would suddenly accept this deal to target Lin Shuo. It must not be a coincidence.
This is a warning.
The translation of this warning is: "I know you are looking for me, don't overestimate yourself. Since I can touch your concierge this time, I can touch your cook next time. Your life has always been in my hands."
He, Cao Yusheng, has all his hands and eyes in his life, when was he ever provoked like this
But at this time, Cao Yusheng had to suppress his anger.
After the Kunlun Mountain incident six years ago, Cao Yusheng knew that this opponent was very powerful.
His strength lies in the fact that he not only has information about everyone in the Hunting Gate, but is also in the dark.
Cao Yusheng once suspected that this person was Miao Guangqi, but his trip to the United States dispelled his doubts.
Miao Guangqi is fine.
This made him feel a little relieved, but at the same time, it also made him worry a lot.
The enemy is dark and we are clear, and he is restrained everywhere.
At this time, Cao Yusheng had to protect himself first, so just like he rejected Lin Leshan's invitation six years ago, he rejected Lin Shuo's visit.
But he, one of the six leaders of the Liemen, had restrained himself to this point, but he was still slapped in the face by the opponent.
Fan Ping'an, the old man of the Cao family who could almost be said to have watched Cao Yu grow up, is also the most powerful military guarantee of the Cao family at present, so he left as soon as he said he would.
Right now, whether it's Cao Yusheng, Lin Shuo who is far away in the northwest, or even the entire Liemen in China, the situation is more passive.
It's almost a dead end.
Cao Yusheng looked at the phone in his study, hesitating whether to call Lin Shuo.
His hand reaching for the phone stopped in mid-air, he struggled for a while, and finally hung down powerlessly.
The current situation, there is no way to inform.
The concierge has been dragged away, so can you call the phone in the study without any scruples
Right now, any of my actions are under the surveillance of the other party, right
Having figured this out, Cao Yusheng picked up another Yuan blue flower on the desk with a wry smile, and smashed it on the ground with a "bang".