After Zhang Xiaofan drove back to guanyue mountain, a younger brother saw him and trotted forward, respectfully.

"Brother fan, Brother Shao, they have been waiting for you for some time."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, the younger brother also directly led Zhang Xiaofan to a wing room, and then waited outside very regularly.

In this room, the backbone members of jiulongcang are all here. Not far away, there are two miserable middle-aged men kneeling.

Zhang Xiaofan fixed his eyes and just recognized it. It's true that it's Liu Haiji and Han Mingcheng.

Shao Wenhua, Duan Peng, Zheng Mingkai and others asked Zhang Xiaofan to take the first seat on the table, and then asked.

"Brother fan, we have captured these two sticks. What do you think we should do with them?"

After hearing Shao Wenhua's words, Liu Haiji and Han Mingcheng knelt down on the ground and complained again and again.

"Brother Zhang... No... brother fan, please don't kill me. I will give you all my property."

"Also, when I have the money, I will give it to you. Please spare my life..."

Looking at Liu Haiji and Han Mingcheng kneeling in front of him, the smile on Zhang Xiaofan's face gradually converged, frowned and began to think seriously.

To be sure, now Han Mingcheng and Liu Haiji are equal to tigers who have their teeth pulled out. They have long lost their prestige.

But if we really spare their lives today, it will be a disaster for us and the whole Kowloon warehouse.

How can others sleep soundly when they are lying on their bed?

Just ask, who will leave such two time bombs beside them that I don't know when they will explode?

At this point, Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, and his whole body was in the opposite vigorous manner to that of the day when he joined the world.

"State owned national law, help has help rules, next post!"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to see their desolate and despairing look. He walked out of the wing room with his hands on his back and didn't say a word. Looking up at the night sky, he shook his head and laughed.

"Why do you feel less and less like yourself? Is it because of the practice of entering the world and getting used to ease, you even soften your heart? "

"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself. Don't you forget all that..."

In the wing room, Shao Wenhua took out two Jiulong stickers from his arms and threw them in front of them.

Jiulong stick to the ground, which determines that the two lives have begun the final countdown.

The underground world is such a world of the jungle, where the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

The winner is the one who laughs the best until the end.

Strength, this is the eternal truth for thousands of years. If you want to live in this world, you have to constantly become stronger, stronger and stronger!

Zhang Xiaofan walked slowly down the mountain from the top of guanyue mountain. As he walked, Zhang Xiaofan thought about the same problem repeatedly.

Can a man like himself have his own love?

At the beginning, he refused Luo Yurou and Qin Xiyan, and even told Zhao Yinger about his past.

But, because even Zhang Xiaofan himself is not sure, whether he can give them a promise, a future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan can't help holding a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. Now his hands are covered with blood, and he is not sure about the future.

I may have lost the qualification to love or be loved for a long time?