"There is one million in the card, and the password is 486XX. Leave here after your father's surgery. You are still young and need a new start." Liu Xun put the bank card in Li Yan's hand.
He knew that if Li Yan wanted to start over, she had to leave here. However, it was not easy for a woman to live a bumpy life outside. The remaining 600,000 yuan was Liu Xun's contribution.
"I thank you on behalf of my parents." Li Yan did not refuse this time.
"What about you?" Liu Xun looked at Li Yan and approached her step by step. Their faces were pressed tightly together, enough to sense each other's breath.
Li Yan looked at Liu Xun's face, her heartbeat quickened, and she stepped back, saying, "I can't do that with you, I'm too dirty..."
"It's not you who is dirty, it's society; it's not you who is wrong, it's this world." Liu Xun interrupted Li Yan before she could finish.
"Since society and the world are wrong, what does it matter if we make a mistake once? Whether it is right or wrong, let future generations judge it!"
After Liu Xun finished speaking, he picked up Li Yan and put her on the sofa. He looked into her eyes, smiled and said, "You are right. I am domineering, but I should have been domineering six years ago."
Li Yan smelled Liu Xun's breath, put her arms around Liu Xun's neck, looked at the man in front of her, and murmured softly: "Six years ago, if I was a little more selfish, maybe the ending would be very different, but... There are no ifs in this world! You are still you, and I am still me."
"Even if I'm wrong, you are still you and I am still me." Liu Xun brushed Li Yan's hair behind her ears, took off her shirt, and threw it aside.
"Then let's keep making the same mistake..." Li Yan unbuttoned Liu Xun's shirt, revealing his scarred body.
When she saw the scars on Liu Xun's body, Li Yan's eyes flashed with heartache and pity. She touched the scars on Liu Xun's body with her fingers and said softly: "These five years... it has not been easy for you either."
"None of this matters anymore." Liu Xun threw his shirt aside and said softly.
Li Yan has a great figure, like a ripe peach. When Liu Xun looked at her, her cheeks blushed, as if this was her first time.
Li Yan closed her eyes slightly, and a blush appeared on her snow-white face, extending all the way to her neck. Slowly, she began to cater to Liu Xun.
Is it wrong or right to make mistakes over and over again? No one knows, at least Liu Xun and Li Yan don't know now. Perhaps, as Liu Xun said, it is the society and the world that are wrong, not them...
Two hours later, Liu Xun and Li Yan put on their clothes. Li Yan was tidying up Liu Xun's clothes when there was a knock on the door.
"Brother, it's time for us to go." Liu Zhang said with a somewhat grim expression while standing outside the private room.
In fact, Liu Zhang and Dapeng came out an hour ago, but they didn't dare to knock on the door because the private room was not soundproof and some sounds could be heard subtly.
Now that the sound had finally stopped, Liu Zhang calculated the time to get dressed, resisted the urge to curse, and knocked on the door.
"Will there be a chance to meet again?" After finishing tidying up Liu Xun's clothes, a barely perceptible sense of loss flashed across Li Yan's eyes. This separation, perhaps, would be forever
Liu Xun was silent for a moment, and then said with an unusually firm gaze: "Yes, within five years, I guarantee that my name, Liu Xun, will appear in all newspapers and magazines."
"I'm leaving." Liu Xun said, and walked out the door without looking back. Li Yan looked at Liu Xun's back, tightly holding the ICBC card, her eyes becoming more and more determined.
When Liu Xun came outside, Liu Zhang and Dapeng were chatting and laughing. Zhang Xiaolei was left aside, with several bruises on his face. It was obvious that he was beaten up by Dapeng and Liu Zhang in the private room.
"Xiao Lei, do you want to live or die?" Liu Xun looked at Zhang Xiaolei with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Alive...alive." Zhang Xiaolei said without hesitation, his whole body trembling with fear.
"Which construction site is Xudong at?" Liu Xun walked up to Zhang Xiaolei, brushed the dust off his body, and said softly.
"Deyu Construction Company, I saw him there half a month ago..." Zhang Xiaolei said with his head down, not daring to look Liu Xun in the eye.
"Go away, and don't do anything that will make me look down on you." Liu Xun said this and stopped talking. When Zhang Xiaolei heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned and immediately ran out of the bar.
He didn't want to stay here for a moment. He was afraid that Liu Xun would suddenly change his mind. When he thought of Liu Xun five years ago, Zhang Xiaolei felt like he was going to collapse.
The explosive music still filled everyone's ears, and the crowd in front was swaying wildly, venting their dissatisfaction with life and pressure from work.
"Dapeng, tell Zhang Xiaolei to disappear and do it cleanly." Liu Xun looked at the crowd in front of him with a slight smile on his face.
Dapeng frowned when he heard this and said, "Brother, didn't you just say you wouldn't kill him?"
"When did I say I wouldn't kill him? I just asked him whether he wanted to live or die." After Liu Xun finished speaking, he walked forward, opened a bottle of beer, and drank it in big gulps.
"Don't worry, brother." Dapeng walked out of the bar. When he got outside, he asked the security guard at the door, "Where is the bruised guy who just came out?"
"Are you talking about Mr. Zhang? He drove east." The security guard saw Dapeng's two-meter height and did not dare to provoke him, so he said with a smile.
Dapeng started the Q7 and chased eastward. When Dapeng left, Liu Xun patted Liu Zhang on the shoulder and said, "Go and delete all the video footage from Su He's camera within seven days! No matter how much money it costs! If the money doesn't work, kill him. Anyway, the video footage must be deleted!"
"Understood!" Liu Zhang was different from Dapeng. He knew why Liu Xun did this. Why did he delete seven days of video? Because if he only deleted today's video, the police would definitely target today. The more he deleted, the safer Liu Xun and the other two would be.
Dapeng was looking at the BMW in front of him at this time, but he was not in a hurry. Whenever he encountered a road section with surveillance, he would slow down and let other vehicles pass first. Dapeng was waiting for an opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came. Zhang Xiaolei might have been too frightened or had drunk too much, so he stopped in a remote place and urinated.
Dapeng put on a pair of leather gloves and then took out a bayonet. Why did he use a bayonet instead of a gun? It was because after being shot, he would not die immediately, and the bullet would leave clues for the police, but the bayonet could pierce Zhang Xiaolei's throat in an instant, and compared to a gun, it was also safer.
Just as Dapeng was about to get out of the car and take action, the cell phone next to him rang. Frowning, Dapeng pressed the answer button.
"Don't do it yourself, use someone else's knife to kill someone." The voice belonged to Liu Xun. After hearing it, Dapeng said OK and hung up the phone.
Zhang Xiaolei was urinating at the time. Just as he was about to pull up his pants, his pupils suddenly contracted and he lost consciousness because Dapeng's fist had hit the back of Zhang Xiaolei's head.
Dapeng drove to a corner of the road and waited on the side. About five minutes later, a large truck drove over.
After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, Dapeng wrapped Zhang Xiaolei in paraffin and put him in a blind corner at a bend in the road. The driver could not see this blind corner at all, but by the time he saw it, it was too late.
"Swish!..." Dapeng was lurking nearby, and suddenly there was a sound of emergency brakes. The driver obviously knew that he had hit someone, so he continued driving forward without thinking and disappeared from sight in an instant.
Dapeng chuckled, picked up the sackcloth, and drove the Q7 away from another road. Because there was a surveillance camera ahead, the surveillance camera must have seen the truck, and the police would regard the driver as the first suspect. This is a case of borrowing a knife to kill someone...
At this time, Zhang Xiaolei's body had been crushed into a meat paste by the truck, and his head was gone, let alone a forensic examination. It was Dapeng who hit him on the head.
After driving for about ten miles, Dapeng came to a wasteland, burned the leather gloves and linen, and drove towards the Soho Bar. (To be continued)