In the illusion of martial arts, those experiences are illusory.
However, Yang Lin found that he had full control over his body, muscles, bones, and every ounce of energy and blood.
It's like this body has really been practiced for five years and played for three years.
Whether physically or mentally, he is already a qualified "fighter".
Yang Lin knew that the situation in Hangzhou was very tight now.
Although you can't feel the strange and dangerous atmosphere at home, you can already guess something from the turbulent posture of the Yang family.
At this time, the most important thing to do is not to show how powerful and wealthy the Yang family is, nor does it need to go around and make friends with powerful people.
The most important thing to do is to keep a low profile.
When Chen Lanxin came over that day, no one could guarantee that no one would see her.
So, what's the truth?
Can anyone guess it?
If you guess the truth, how will you deal with the Yang family?
Since the murderer had wiped out the entire Chen family, he could still get the authorities to ignore such murderous cases and not to arrest or arrest him.
Of course, they will not be afraid of the Yang family.
Therefore, Old Man Chen was killed in front of Yang's house, which could be a demonstration or a bait...
If Yang Lin could deceive his conscience, he could sleep peacefully.
He can ignore these things and continue to be cowardly with peace of mind.
But, he couldn't do it.
Karen, that girl as soft as water.
The singing seemed to still linger in my ears.
Gradually, it turned into a shrill wail...
"I really can't do it..."
"Can't do it, just turn a blind eye."
…
Thanks to walking around the streets during this period, I saw all the scenery in Hangzhou.
Yang Lin is very familiar with the streets.
Soon, we arrived at Changning Street.
It was just getting dark.
The alley was already dark.
The riots in the past few days have made the city of Hangzhou darker even earlier, making it as quiet as a huge tomb.
Usually at night, you can often see shops that close late and close their doors early, making the surrounding area very quiet.
Once here, Yang Lin was no longer in a hurry.
With the thin light coming from the window lattice of the house in the distance, he gently set down and lifted up slowly, without a trace of muddy water dripping.
Walking towards the end of the street step by step.
Does he know who to look for?
Because no one in this world is a fool...
After killing someone, he would throw the body at someone else's door, for fear that others would not know what a big deal he had done.
Provocation must have its purpose.
Well, to achieve this purpose.
It is very likely that a trap will be set for people to step into.
Uncle Da is an old man.
Not only Yang Lin understood the article written by the corpse.
Of course he understood it.
The method chosen by Uncle Da is to remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Ignore it.
As for Yang Lin, he chose to go to the tiger mountain knowing that there are tigers in the mountain.
The other party told me almost clearly, seducing me, like a girl with a half-open door, waving there: "Come on, come on, I'll wait for you..."
In this case, why should he hesitate?
After walking half a long street, I could hear the noise of shouting and shouting.
A dilapidated mansion came into view, like a black giant beast.
In the lobby of the house, several large butter candles burned brightly.
Some people were talking and laughing, while others were cooking meat and drinking wine.
The fragrance wafts in, and there is peace and tranquility.
In Yang Lin's eyes, it was a tiger's mouth with fangs exposed.
You can tell something is wrong at a glance.
therefore.
He could only wait.
…
Time passed little by little.
It was just dark, and more than an hour had passed from Youshi to garrison time, and the noise in the house gradually became louder.
Six men with their shirts open began to drink and eat meat.
The vigilance in his eyes gradually faded.
Chang's head was tied with gauze, and there was a little dark red on the side, which looked a little funny...
He pinched the pig's front leg with one hand and gnawed it with his teeth cracked. He touched the Pai Gow with the other hand and knocked on the table.
"Fourth brother, do you think someone will come?" A skinny man filled Chang Si's glass of wine with some flattery, his tongue was a little big, "Look, idleness is idleness, can...can't you?"
This man had a dog-skin plaster on the back of his head, and it was obvious that he was injured and had not fully recovered.
As he spoke, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the corner.
There, Xianglian, whose hands and feet were tied with hemp rope and stuffed with cloth in her mouth, was rubbing on the ground.
The beautiful figure twisted like a snake, and her face was full of tears.
“It seems like that kid is a coward and doesn’t have the guts to go out.
The Yang family will not let Wu Zhongda lead people to cause trouble for us, brothers, please come out. "
Chang Si stood up with some disappointment: "No fight, no fight, my luck is really bad tonight, I have to eat my head soup later."
"Pooh!"
A fat man in green clothes opened his mouth and spat out a mouth full of bone residue. He slapped Chang Si on the head with his greasy right hand, "You kid didn't even look in the mirror, and all the elder brothers didn't say anything. Is it your turn to eat this soup?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men in green clothes with cold faces came out of the back room, with short guns stuck in their waistbands.
Behind him followed a burly man with a black finger tiger on his hand and a full beard.
As soon as the strong man came out, he stared at Chang Si without saying a word.
"Brothers, please come first."
Chang Si felt guilty, shortened his body by half, and said with a smile: "I don't really care about the little brother who has a headache or not, as long as the brothers can get some fishy food after the big brothers are done."
After saying that, he hurriedly walked to the corner, leaned down, pulled out the ball of cloth from Xianglian's mouth, and slapped her in the face.
"That day at the Victory Building, if that tuberculosis man from the Yang family hadn't attacked me, you would have been my man long ago, and your old immortal father wouldn't have been beaten to death..."
"Come on, come on, let the brothers pamper you together. Don't you want to go to Shanghai? As long as you make the brothers happy, I will take you to Shanghai Fangcaotang to enjoy the blessings in two days. Countless people will serve you every day."
Fangcaotang is one of the many third-rate prostitutes in Shanghai, and the Qing gang has many such halls in its hands.
In major cities and villages, some girls are kidnapped or seduced to develop money trees one by one.
"Don't be too rude and scare the little sister." Zhu Shijie frowned and coughed lightly, "Didn't you say that you are good at singing? Come and listen to Sifan. If you don't know how, you can also sing "Hua Die". Come on, I will be gentle."
Karen's whole body trembled, her eyes flashing with hatred.
"You will have your retribution."
"Retribution, haha, what is that... Many girls have said this, but I have never seen that kind of thing."
"Hey..."
Zhu Shijie stepped forward, stretched out his hand and tore Xianglian's clothes.
Revealing snow-like whiteness.
Everyone laughed.
Suddenly, Zhu Shijie paused, stopped, turned around and said, "Come out, I know you are hiding there..."
The two gunmen raised their guns and pointed them at the door.
The six men, who had been eating meat, drinking, and playing cards for a long time, also picked up the knives and sticks placed beside the table.
Like facing a powerful enemy.
The wind blows...
The door creaked softly.
It was still quiet outside the house, and the night was deep.
There was no movement.
