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Li Jinghua glanced at Zhao An and Zhao Tinghua. He felt that the current Zhao An made him feel slightly different, but he didn't care too much about him. Although he didn't like people like Zhao Tinghua, Li Jinghua still believed that Zhao An wouldn't become like Zhao Tinghua.

"Brother Hua, did you get into a fight with Sister Little Sigh?" Zhao An asked in concern.

"No, how can I? "I'm just a bit depressed. She's changed a bit recently." Zhao Tinghua sighed and said.

"Because they tolerated Zeng Wen as the big brother?" Zhao An smiled. "It's usually like this, right? Many people change their attitude towards others just because they have more capital …" Women are like this, and power, status, wealth and so on will always make them feel more attractive to the man who owns them. "

"What do you mean?" Zhao Tinghua stared at Zhao An with a sensitive expression.

"I only said that if a man wants a woman to be dead set and obedient, he must obtain a higher status and power …" Zhao An's expression remained unchanged. "If you had a power like Ceng Wen, how would little sister Si dare to open her mouth and mention Ceng Wen in front of you?"

"How could it be so easy?" Zhao Tinghua glanced at Zhao An and realized that he didn't seem to be laughing or ridiculing him. He then heaved a sigh.

He couldn't even handle a student from No. 4 High School.

"Oh, right. I got the daggers back." Zhao An did not continue to give Zhao Tinghua any mental hints, and instead, he handed the dagger over to Zhao Tinghua.

Zhao Tinghua held the dagger in his hand and looked at Zhao An in surprise. "How did you get it back?"

"That is my classmate … Brother Hua, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. I've only helped you get the dagger back, but I'm unable to help you teach her a lesson. Zhao An let out a helpless sigh. "You should know Ma Shilong as well. Even though Ma Shilong was beaten up by her, he still tolerated it without saying a word." "Her dad seems to be the one in charge of the heavy fighting in our province last year."

This was the third time he was beaten up from the year 2000 to the year 2001. For gangsters, the most frightening type of beating was the "severe beating". If they encountered a "severe beating", they might get caught in a small fight that even the police didn't take seriously.

Unlike the '80s, when a hooligan was punished with the death penalty, a lot of people were arrested last year, and those who came out were few in number. Zhao Tinghua didn't want to end up like him.

"Fuck, are we really going to endure this?" Zhao Tinghua was reluctant to give up, but he was still afraid. Luckily, he didn't act recklessly … He was not impulsive and was able to endure it. He really had the personality of a boss. Zhao Tinghua comforted himself in this way …. Moreover, even Ma Shilong had to endure it. It wouldn't be a disgrace for him to bear with it for the time being, right? Zhao Tinghua knew who Ma Shilong was.

"Just bear with it, sigh." Zhao An consoled.

"Then how did you get the dagger back?" Zhao Tinghua immediately felt that something was amiss. If that girl's family was so powerful, how could Zhao An have let her return the dagger obediently?

"She likes to play the anti-terrorist elite. I'll fight her one-on-one with the big sniper. We just got her one head. It was a close victory." Zhao Anhu had made up Li Qingge's family background, so he obviously didn't mind making up another reason. In any case, Li Qingge wouldn't look for Zhao Tinghua, and Zhao Tinghua didn't have the guts to look for Li Qingge.

So that's how it was. Zhao An's ability to fight back was something Zhao Tinghua knew, and this was the only way he could get his dagger back. However, Zhao Tinghua was surprised that any girl could get close to Zhao An in a game as good as playing.

It was precisely because of this accident that Zhao Tinghua felt this reason was natural.

"Let's go, let's not talk about this anymore …" "Hua-ge, come with me to see a movie." Zhao An pointed ahead.

A knowing smile appeared on Zhao Tinghua's face. "I didn't expect you to say this."

"No, it's such a nice movie. You only got excited when you want to watch it with someone like Brother Hua." Zhao An waved his hand, signaling to Zhao Tinghua that he had misunderstood.

Although Internet cafes were the most popular place for entertainment among the young at this time, it was not uncommon to see a recording studio in the '80s. As entertainment grew and playthings like VCDs became more popular, businesses in these stores became increasingly poor, so it became the most common way to sustain themselves by broadcasting porno movies, giving people the feeling that they were going to watch porno movies once they entered the place.

Zhao Tinghua was going to look for Ou Xiangsi, but Zhao An gave him back the dagger. Zhao Tinghua was too embarrassed to refuse, so he followed Zhao An into the projection room.

Zhao An greeted the owner of the screening room. The owner chased out the two middle-aged Reless Hans who were watching a movie and started broadcasting a new one.

"Godfather?" Looking at the title of the movie, it turned out to be a foreign movie. Zhao Tinghua could not help but yawn.

"I think that you should be this kind of godfather if you want to be this kind of a man. Brother Hua, if you want to be this kind of a man, then Ceng Wen is nothing." In the dark projection hall, Zhao An lowered his voice and slowly said.

The curtain emitted a pale light, and the atmosphere was quiet and gloomy. As the words and figures of the group surfaced, Zhao Tinghua couldn't help but nod his head.

The Godfather tells the story of the United States in the 1940s, of the Krimonian Mafia, and in the midst of all the dangers of being targeted by foreign enemies, "Godfather" Vito's third son came forward, plotted the killing of the enemy drug lords and policemen, and returned to New York to re-establish his authority as the new "Godfather".

After watching the movie, he walked out of the screening room. He lit up a cigarette and let out a long breath. "It's indeed a good film. Does China have such a godfather?"

"I don't know, but I admire the saying the most: If life tells us anything, if history tells us anything, then we can kill anyone." Zhao Ankong made a stabbing motion with his dagger, then asked, "Brother Hua, do you dare to kill people?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Zhao Tinghua held the dagger in his hand as he repeated the action taught to him by Zhao An. In his other hand, he held a cigarette. His chest was brimming with passion, but it was much more intense than watching "The Ancient Tempest".

Zhao Tinghua felt that fighting and killing in "The Ancient Devilish brat" was more about the word 'righteousness' between brothers in the underworld. But now, Zhao Tinghua felt that fighting and killing in 'The Ancient Devil' was something completely senseless.

"Oh, right. In a few days, we'll reopen that bar. He told me to come over and play. I plan to take a few brothers with me. Don't tell him I don't have time." Zhao Tinghua suddenly remembered as he spoke to Zhao An, who was about to part ways with him.

"Sure." Zhao An's smile was as gentle and casual as that of a brother looking out for help.

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