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Luo Liang was helpless. If the other party wasn't a lunatic, then he was a peerless fool.

Because the person he should not offend the most was a madman or a fool who far surpassed his imagination.

In Luo Liang's own words, there was no lunatic in this world. Ever since there was one like Luo Liang, all the bad people would go mad.

If you're not crazy, you can't survive.

Through these simple words, Luo Liang had originally planned to let Hong Jun. Evidently, Hong Jun was not someone who would accept Luo Feng's kind intentions.

"I will kill you."

"I thought you agreed."

From an outsider's point of view, it seemed like it was a conversation between two madmen. Only those within it could feel this kind of smoke that was filled with killing intent and Ling Lie.

"If that's the case, then wait for me here for nothing."

After saying that, Luo Liang suddenly laughed. His laughter was a little desolate and a little sorrowful.

What was wrong with the people of this world? Did they think that they were tired of living?

That Monica was like that, and this white-faced Asura that suddenly appeared was the same.

He suddenly began to miss the life he had with Father Luo. He did not need to conceal his feelings, nor did he need these things. If he wanted to talk about danger, then the only way would be for Father Luo to beat him up every time he drank from the wine he had stolen.

After the fight was over, Father Luo would blandly say, "You have to understand that for everything in this world, karma and cycle of Samsara will be rewarded. If you take someone else's, you have to return it to them several times more."

Therefore, Luo Liang had racked his brain for a very long time, weighing and weighing the situation no less than a dozen times. In the end, he felt that Old Man Luo's wine and Old Man Luo's beatings were still within his tolerance range.

Therefore, Father Luo continued to drink less and less, while Luo Liang happily paid with his butt.

However, it was obvious that Hong Jun was not prepared to make a deal with Luo Liang. He was not clear about the fact that Luo Liang was the most important person to threaten Luo Liang. That amount of interest was probably the highest in the world.

"No, I suddenly want to go to the neighboring city to stroll around. How about this, I'll send a car to pick you up. Why don't you accompany me to see the local customs and customs of the neighboring city."

On the phone, Hong Jun was making every inch of the profit, not even giving Luo Liang the chance to reject him. The moment his words left his mouth, a blind voice sounded.

Luo Liang was left gritting his teeth as he helplessly sat outside the underground boxing ring, admiring the sunrise in his neighbor's vicinity while waiting for Hong Jun to send him to pick him up.

After Hong Jun hung up the phone, the people of the Hong family immediately heard waves after waves of laughter coming from Hong Jun's room. The laughter was filled with a sense of accomplishment and complacency.

If one did not enter the Hong family, outsiders would not be able to understand the cruel feeling brought about by the life and death struggle.

Growing up in that kind of environment, Hong Jun had almost never experienced the childhood that a normal person should have.

Thus, regardless of what it was, he would be able to find joy in it.

Killing someone and torturing their corpse, he eagerly followed behind Hong Shaoyao, looking at how angry Hong Shaoyao was, and also this Luo Liang who appeared in his life as if he was fated to be there.

Hong Jun's childish nature was obviously distorted and deformed, but to him, this was undoubtedly the most interesting and vital motivation in his life.

As long as he could find even the slightest bit of fun, he didn't care whether Luo Liang was crazy or not.

After half an hour, what Luo Liang had been waiting for was not the off-model sports car he had imagined.

When a burly man wearing black sunglasses and a black suit arrived in front of Luo Liang, driving a car that was unique to the neighboring city, Luo Liang's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Obviously, this Hong Jun really wanted Luo Liang to accompany him to the neighboring city for sightseeing.

F * ck, when he thought about how a man invited him to shop, Luo Liang's heart was no longer filled with killing intent. However, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

Could this Hong Jun be a friend of the legends?

Under the watchful eyes of the man in black sunglasses, Luo Liang slowly walked to the front of the trolley with a perturbed expression. After hesitating for a long time, he hopped onto the trolley with a righteous look and said in a deep voice.

"Let's go."

The tone of her voice was tragic and her expression was solemn. Anyone who saw this would think that Luo Liang was going to attend someone's funeral.

The big guy with black sunglasses was clearly Hong Jun's trusted aide. He didn't do anything strange to Luo Liang's reaction. Without saying anything, he kicked off the car and started moving. In the moment of shock, he brought Luo Liang to see the legendary figure in their hearts.

White-faced Asura.

The Hong family. Although Luo Liang had come into contact with the regular army and Hong Shaoyao who was dressed in a wild style back then, and had even taken care of Hong Shao Rou, Hong Long's ability as a drug lord was far beyond what Luo Liang had imagined.

The Hong family was divided into the Hong family's hall and the Hong family's army.

As for the head of the Hong family, Hong Shaoyao's father, Hong Long, was only the second in command. The true authority of the Hong family lay in the hands of Hong Shaoyao's grandfather, Hong Wei.

As for him, he was the legendary old man Hong, and Hong Long's mysterious habit of disappearing without a trace more or less had more or less been tainted by Hong Wei's Facebook page.

As for Hong Long, the son who inherited the most mighty genes from old man Hong, he left the Hong family alone at the peak of the Hong family and later became a legendary drug lord.

As for Hong Wei, he was even angrier. A few orders were just like Yue Fei's twelve gold medals from back then. Within a few days, they had spread all over the world.

However, Hong Long seemed to have evaporated into thin air. He disappeared for many years, until a telegram arrived at the main hall of the Hong family. It only contained one sentence.

Your grandson's name is Hong Shao Rou, and your granddaughter's name is Hong Shao Yao.

Hong Wei held the telegram in his old hands and trembled for a long time. Finally, a letter arrived at the Hong family army. It also contained only one sentence: Give me the pictures of my children.

After so many years of chasing, it finally couldn't withstand a single blow from his family.

Only then did Hong Shaoyao realize that the Hong family wasn't the biggest stage for her, but rather far away in the horizon. There were still many relatives busily working for a bigger family.

That was the Hong family.

It was also at that time that Hong Wei not only forgave Hong Long, but also sent many of his elite fighters to Myanmar. They began to lead the newly formed army and gradually grew in size.

In the words of old man Hong, we, the Hong family, must give our all even if we are selling drugs.

The old tutor's domineering aura could be seen from this.

And it was at that time that Hong Jun saw Hong Shaoyao. From then on, he liked to follow behind Hong Shaoyao and call out for his elder sister, before being kicked to the ground by Hong Shaoyao. He heard Hong Shaoyao curse, "F * ck you, stay away from your elder sister."

Hong Jun smiled innocently, ignored the mud on his body, treated it as if Hong Shaoyao agreed, and happily followed up with a body covered in mud.

And it was precisely this kind of soft spot in Hong Shaoyao's eyes that had turned into the pale-faced Asura of the Hong Family. This made Hong Shaoyao even more disgusted.

And such a person, when Hong Shaoyao suddenly heard the news about Luo Liang and was about to come to the neighboring city, Hong Jun let go of the Hong family's Law Enforcement Hall's heavy responsibility and brought his most elite troops. Just like when he was young, he also rushed to the neighboring city eagerly.

Such a person, after seeing Luo Liang for the first time, was able to guess the ultimate reason why Hong Shaoyao wanted to come to the neighboring city.

Of all the people in the Hong family, Hong Shaoyao's most hated cousin was the one who understood her the most.

Just as Luo Liang's buttocks was about to break into pieces due to the bumpy ride, the bumpy ride took them through the bustling neighboring city, through the rugged mountain roads and through the calm and tranquil scenery. They arrived at a place that Luo Liang was very familiar with.

In the Fishery Bay Village.

More accurately, it was a hill two kilometers away from the village.

If Luo Liang remembered correctly, that was the place where he had stolen the Mafia's guns and used the Hong family's troops to escape from the pursuit of Hong Dao Hall.

As for a youth in a white dress, he was around ten years old. However, like an adult, he had his hair pulled back behind his head.

However, Luo Liang still felt slightly disgusted. What he hated the most was this kind of visually related oily face.

And what he hated most was the heart with a knife that hid itself behind oily hair and powdered cheeks.