In the corridor. WwW. QUAbEn-XIAoShUo. cOm Zhou Xiong paced back and forth impatiently, looking towards the stairwell from time to time, muttering: "They have been gone for so long, why haven't they come out yet? I wonder what they want to discuss?" Cheng Fang said: "Be patient, Mr. Wu must have something important to discuss with the old man."
Deng Ting finally stopped crying, looked at Han Xiaohan, and asked, "Xiaohan, did you come here with Mr. Wu?"
Han Xiaohan nodded. Deng Ting was surprised and asked, "How did you meet him?" Han Xiaohan shook his head and did not answer. He just said quietly, "This person may not be trustworthy."
His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear clearly.
The smiling young man raised his eyebrows, and his mouth curved upward, revealing his sharp white fangs. Deng Ting's expression changed slightly, and she asked suspiciously: "Xiao Han, why do you say that? Did I see anything?"
Han Xiaohan leaned against the wall, lowered his head and said, "Nothing, I just have this feeling. I hate the smell of him."
Zhou Xiong shook his head repeatedly and said solemnly, "Xiao Han, don't say anything careless, even though I've long considered you my brother. You have to know that without Mr. Wu, we wouldn't be where we are today, and there wouldn't be a Red Ant Bar! If anyone dares to slander him, don't blame me for being blind." Cheng Fang also said, "That's right, Mr. Wu has given us so much help. In Nanjing, he is the most trustworthy person we have."
Han Xiaohan sighed and said nothing more. The smiling young man said with a smile: "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Have you ever thought about why he wants to help us?" Xu Guoliang shook his head and said: "I believe that he and the old man are the same kind of people." "Ha!" The smiling young man sneered, as if talking to everyone or to himself: "There is only one Han Chengxin in the world, there will never be another one." He buttoned up his clothes and walked out.
"Xiaoxiao, where are you going?" Deng Ting caught up and asked loudly.
The smiling young man narrowed his eyes and stared at her, and said slowly: "My brother died, but I didn't see him for the last time. Some things always need someone to solve them."
His eyes revealed a heavy and long-lasting sadness, and the murderous aura emanating from his body gathered into an invisible pressure, causing Deng Ting to subconsciously step aside.
Zhang Botao stretched out his hand to block his way, shook his head and said: "Xiaoxiao, wait for the old man to come back, and then make a decision after everyone discusses it!"
"There's nothing to discuss." The smiling young man sneered, "If you're scared, I'll go alone."
"Who said we are scared?!" Han Chengxin walked out of the stairwell, his eyes shining, and said loudly: "Let's go back to the bar!" Then he turned and walked downstairs.
The smiling young man remained calm and asked coldly, "Why do you want to go back to the bar?"
Han Chengxin asked angrily, "Where is Fatty Zhou now? How many people are with him? How many guns does he have? Do you know all this? Your martial arts are great, but how many shots can you withstand? Xiaoshan is not only your brother, but also my brother, and the brother of all of us. Everyone here wants revenge just as much as you do!"
The smiling young man lowered his head and remained silent. Zhou Xiong was a close friend of his. He stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "Let's go. It's always right for us to listen to the old man."