Payin City, 69-story F23 residential area.
In the dim underground streets, garbage can be seen everywhere, and there is a faint sour smell in the air, which is the smell of rotten things.
There are only a few lights at the top of the aisle that are good, and the little light renders the environment like a fog, hazy and blurry.
Bang——Bang——
Violent banging sounds kept coming from one corner, shaking off the dust on the steel frame nearby.
But even with such a loud noise, several households along the corridor still closed their doors tightly. No one came out to poke their heads in or ask questions. They maintained a suppressed silence. Only the light on the door frame still showed that this was not the place. Uninhabited houses.
"Brother Long, that guy never opened the door."
Finally, the heart-shaking crashing sound stopped, and a fat man about two meters tall came out, leaned over a young man and said.
"Tsk..." The young man leaned against the steel wall nearby, smoking a cigarette, and did not answer. His black bangs blocked the only light above his head, making his face unclear.
"I'll knock again." Seeing that the black-haired young man ignored him, the fat man walked back, said a few words to another companion, and then continued to bang on the steel door.
Bang——Bang——
The rust on the walls shook off, and some dust fell on the ceiling.
In this way, a few minutes passed slowly, and the cigarette in the young man's hand was finished.
The cigarette butt with sparks was bounced up, flying in the air and hitting the wall, then fell straight down and hit the ground, splashing some dark red stars, and then only a faint green smoke was left floating.
He walked past the lamp, his simple short sleeves unable to cover the hideous scarred muscles on his arms, almost bursting the entire cuffs.
"Brother Long, you're here." When the two boys, one fat and one thin, saw the black-haired young man approaching, they immediately stepped aside, revealing the steel door that was locked inside.
"Ha." He walked straight towards the steel door and kicked it hard. The entire door made a loud bang like an explosion, causing the alarm in the corridor not far away to continuously scream.
The special steel door, which was about 25mm thick, was kicked into a dent and collapsed inward.
"Brother Long is awesome." The two boys lowered their heads and praised, then stepped forward and continued to kick and hit, completely destroying the steel door.
Half a minute later, the three of them walked in, stepping on all kinds of debris.
"Holm, where are you hiding? You haven't come out yet. Brother Long is here to find you. If you still have any conscience, get out!"
The two men, one fat and one thin, were rummaging through various rooms in the house, while the black-haired young man stood in the hall, looking at the photos hanging on the wall. Among them was a woman holding her teenage child in front of the camera. Smiling, although she looked a little weathered, her eyes were still happy. However, the corners of the photo were rolled up and there were many stains. It was probably taken a long time ago.
"Brother Long, we found him. He was hiding under the bed." The fat man from before lifted a skinny man into the hall like a dead dog, and then threw him on the ground.
"Don't fucking pretend to be dead, raise your head, this is your brother Long." The thin but muscular younger brother grabbed the man's hair and forced him to raise his head.
The black-haired young man was sitting on the sofa, one of his legs bent directly on the sofa cushion.
"Holm." He looked at the half-dead man with dull eyes in front of him.
Seeing that Holm didn't respond, the fat man on the side gave him two slaps, which also made the other man's mouth bleed.
"I said, I said..." At this moment, Holm regained some consciousness, but soon returned to a state of mumbling and confusion.
"Brother Long, I found a lot of needles in his room. I guess he got high with hallucinogenic drugs." The thin man holding Holm's head said.
"Get him some water and drink it."
"Yes, Brother Long." The fat man went to the kitchen faucet to get a basin of water, put it on the ground, and then pressed Holm's head, rising and falling continuously.
The room was very quiet, only the sound of splashing water and the faint sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
After more than ten minutes, Holm finally began to struggle and whimper.
"Okay, stop." The black-haired young man leaned on the sofa and looked at the man in front of him.
"Alon... you're here." Holm looked at the young man on the sofa with haggard eyes.
"Well, I came to see you. Didn't you say that my aunt was sick? I prepared some gifts. After all, my aunt also cooked for me before. I still remember it."
"I...I..." He seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out.
"I'm sorry everyone."
Snapped--
A sharp slap hit him on the face, sending him flying and hitting the wall, where he passed out.
"Bring him here and force him to wake up." The black-haired young man put his hands down and continued to lean on the sofa.
There was another dull sound of water splashing, and soon Holm, who was covered in blood, woke up slowly, but the look in his eyes at the black-haired young man was full of fear.
"I'll ask you an answer."
"Yes, yes, Brother Long." He finally learned to change his words.
"Where has aunt gone?"
"She died. She died a month ago. At that time, the doctor said there was no cure and there was no money..."
"Didn't you take the money from me? Where did the money go?"
"I...I gambled it. I thought I could make back my money." Upon hearing these words, a trace of contempt and pity flashed in the eyes of the two people next to them.
It’s really funny how any retail investor wins big money in the casino.
"So, you just avoid me." The black-haired young man kicked him on the shoulder, making him look at him.
"We have known each other for almost twenty years. I still remember when we were in elementary school, we went to and from school together, and we often sneaked out to play..."
Holm was silent.
"At that time, my aunt had just divorced and she was raising you by herself. She wanted to give you a good growing environment. She often worked late and came home and cooked for you. Because I often played at your house after school, I also gave you I’ll make one, and I’ll remember all these things.”
"Yes..." He turned away and looked to the side.
"We are both students from poor family backgrounds. We were always looked down upon and bullied by our classmates. At that time, we fought together and were known as the two mad dogs of Class C." The black-haired young man continued.
"It's great, that age." He put down his legs, stood up, and slowly looked around the room, as if trying to find traces of past memories.
"How the hell did you become like this!!" Suddenly, the black-haired young man yelled in Holm's ear.
"It doesn't matter if you're sorry to me, that's your mother! Are you going to gamble with the life-saving money?" He grabbed the other person's collar and lifted it up.
Holm kept struggling, reaching out to grab the wrist, but the other person's arm was like an iron pincer, unshakable.
The brown eyes under the black hair looked directly at Holm, and their pupils shrank like angry dragon eyes, which made people feel frightened.
After a while, Holm stopped struggling and turned aside.
"I, I...yes! It's me! I'm such a fucking rotten person. You've made a mistake." After saying this, he choked up again.
"Yes, we grew up together, but can people be the same!?" He suddenly yelled again.
"You didn't do well in class, but you found a master who was willing to teach you. What about me? I don't have any damn talent! I can't study well, and no one wants to work. I can only follow you and fool around like a pug!"
"Is this a way out!? My mother is worried that one day I will die outside. Unlike you, I have the ability to fight and resist. What can I do!?"
"I can only gamble! I bet on my life! I bet that my life will not be so miserable and I can win one or two times!"
"Now that I have lost the bet, why don't I accept my fate?"
After a hoarse roar, his voice became hoarse, and the man was put down, curled up on the ground, coughing violently, and his body was shaking.
"Is this what you think?" The black-haired young man looked at the insect-like man on the ground.
"Yes, cough...that's what I think. Why, you can't stand it. You can't bear to kill me." He lay on the ground giving up on himself.
The black-haired young man didn't answer, just looked at him silently.
After a long time, he spoke.
"Where is my aunt buried?"
"The cemetery on Huijing Street, No. 631, District G23..." The man on the ground said slowly, with tears in his eyes.
"Let's go."
The black-haired young man left the room, and the two people behind him hurriedly followed, and in the end they didn't forget to spit on the man.
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An hour later, the three of them stepped out of the hovercar and arrived at an underground cemetery built with gray stone monuments.
"This is it, Brother Long."
"Buy a bouquet of flowers."
"Yes, Brother Long."
"Wait a minute, buy two bunches." The black-haired young man seemed to be remembering something and added.
"OK."
More than ten minutes later, the fat man and the thin man watched from a distance as the black-haired young man stood in front of a tombstone, seemed to say something, and then put down a bouquet of blue flowers.
Seeing him return with a bunch in his hand, the two of them were a little puzzled.
"Brother Long, what is this?"
"Go to another cemetery and I will give Master a bouquet of flowers."
"Master? Could it be that Brother Long's master also..."
"Shut up." The companion on one side covered his mouth and pulled him forward.
…
At dusk, the overhead lights in the cemetery were extinguished one by one, and the young man standing in front of the tombstone was shrouded in darkness. He had been standing here for a long time.
"Master, I'm leaving."
"Even though you are not my relative, you have taught me a lot over the years, whether it is training, fighting, or the principles of life... In my heart, you are actually no different from my father."
"Although I thought that you were in poor health, I estimated that you could still last for more than ten years. After all, you are a strong dragon rank, but I didn't expect that you are already a lot older and still dreaming about the dreams of your youth. You insist on trying to advance to the next level. try."
"I just gave it a try and didn't tell me because I was worried, but failed halfway. I went crazy and attacked several children. In the end, I was killed by a 16-year-old girl alone..."
"Sigh... I want to take revenge, but I feel ashamed."
"However, this is not just your problem. Now I am also preparing to advance. In order to be free from distractions and regrets when I advance, I must meet that girl. Although I will not kill her, I will at least kill one. Pity."
"I'll talk to you next time, but next time, what you see is not me now."
"But the dragon of Hengjiang who drank dragon blood, Qiao Long."
