"Lao Peng. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a teacher. Don't forget our past profession. We are educating people. Although we are not anymore, we can't teach people to be thieves or harm others."

"Perhaps Lian Kun does have some loyalty to you, but what does it mean compared to great righteousness? We can't just harm others, bully our compatriots, or work as lackeys for white-skinned people at night just because of this loyalty."

"In matters of justice, no one dares to say that what we have done is wrong."

"..."

Peng San left, angrily.

Shen Jiannan looked at his leaving figure and smiled to himself.

The human brain is flawed.

This defect varies from person to person, from education to education, and from environment to environment.

Reading, mastering knowledge and learning to think can repair this brain defect to a certain extent.

However, it cannot be completely repaired, and it is impossible to truly solve this genetically inherited defect by making up for it later in life.

So later on, people often wonder why some professor-level figures still fall into some very low-level deceptions.

As a top deceiver, mastering people's various weaknesses is one of the required courses.

Only by mastering people's brain defects and logical thinking errors can we guide a person to the point where he is willing to take out his money.

It's called brain control, also called mind control.

MLM is one of the most common ones.

Even more powerful, it can even suggestively guide and control everything about a person, including the soul.

Peng San was born into a military family, and his father was wounded fighting against foreigners. The deepest roots of such a person are foreigners and traitors. He also has a young sister, and he has an instinct for the underage teenagers at the fish egg stall. Kind of compassion.

It was precisely by taking advantage of Peng San's feelings that he didn't even know that Shen Jiannan easily made Peng San fall into a trap.

In other words, it was easy for Peng San to figure out many things on his own.

Before the 1970s, Hong Kong was once called the darkest era because of the serious corruption situation in Hong Kong society.

The fire brigade must collect black money to fight fires, otherwise the firefighters will stand still and watch the fire engulf everything. A Hong Kong police superintendent who was later convicted in the ICAC anti-corruption storm once made a famous confession: "Corruption is the most important thing in the Hong Kong police force." It has become a way of life, as natural as going to bed at night, getting up during the day, and brushing your teeth.”

But with the establishment of a clean government, corruption gradually disappeared and was replaced by a black and white system. That is, Hong Kong during the day is under the jurisdiction of the government, and Hong Kong at night has become the territory of major associations.

It was precisely because of this fertile soil that Hong Kong's associations were able to develop rapidly in the late 1980s.

As a formal member of the society, Peng San quickly figured out something.

Why are major social groups so rampant? Why are crimes that everyone knows about but no one controls? Why can you greet the uniformed police with a smile even if you collect money on the street? Why can you easily be released on bail even if you commit murder?

The reason is very simple: someone is protecting you and has the royal aura to keep it secret.

April 2nd.

A security company called First Security was quietly established in Hong Kong.

Controlling shareholder, Capital One Management Co., Ltd.

The actual controller is Akiyama Kennan.

In the territory of China, Guangxi Dragon Boat Festival.

The red mountain soil is covered with tall vegetation, and the world submerged in green is full of natural beauty.

The air here is fresh, the environment is beautiful, the flowers blooming and the rainforest make it look like a paradise.

But for the local people, it is difficult for them to feel this beauty.

Yellow door panels, red clay walls, turf roof, and rain-proof windows.

Just serve a handful of wild vegetables and half a liang of yellow soup.

This kind of life makes it hard to find many fat and wide people in the entire area.

The men all look dark and thin.

The women all look dark and thin.

All people seem to be taller, but in fact, they are not that tall.

Shangjiang Township, Napolin.

In the dense jungle, a young man in his mid-twenties was walking slowly with a shotgun in his hand.

His steps were not very fast, because various large beasts often appeared in the forest of Napolin.

"Case, wipe, wipe."

Stepping on the weeds up to his legs and neck, the young man walked step by step deeper into the forest.

The yellow sneakers with exposed thumbs were stained with mud, which was traces of morning dew mixed with mud. There were a few red marks on the ankles, which were wounds caused by weeds on the ground.

The young man seemed to be unable to feel the pain and itching on his ankle. He looked straight into the grass and stopped somewhere deep in the grass.

The grass is more than one meter deep, and you can't see what's hiding under it.

But the young man's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

He had an intuition that there was definitely something hidden in that location.

One minute, two minutes.

After five minutes of silence, the grass moved.

A glimmer of light flashed through the young man's squinted eyes, and he knew that something in the grass was about to come out.

"Swiss, swiss, swish!"

The moving grass made a sound of friction.

With the sound of friction, a dark-skinned, majestic and burly guy slowly walked out.

Two snow-white fangs were raised above the lips, the huge eyes were shining with a wild light, and a terrifying impact could be felt in the majestic body.

"*(&(&"

The young man cursed softly.

I mean, your mother is a piece of shit.

pig.

It's a pig.

But it's not an ordinary pig, it's a wild boar.

Nearly two meters in length and one meter in height, the tusks on the pig's mouth are like the most terrifying blade.

It's better to mess with a tiger than a wild boar.

Anyone who often hunts in the jungle knows that although a wild boar has the word "pig" in its name, a tiger will only have to run for its life if the beast is ruthless.

The reason has not changed.

Boar skin is really ridiculously thick.

As long as a tiger is not attacked by a sneak attack and shot twice, it will still have to run away even if it is not dead.

But a wild boar is in a position where one shot can really kill you.

Butt eyes.

Only by blowing out the wild boar's eyelids with one shot can this guy be brought down directly.

Otherwise, a crazy wild boar can rush over and kill a person head-on. Even a tiger will be disemboweled if hit head-on by a wild boar.

The pig is walking forward.

The muscles swaying as he moved forward demonstrated terrifying lethality.

Therefore, the young man who cursed his mother couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.

This is all meat.

Although the wild boar meat has a bit of a fishy smell, it is well cooked with seasonings and the aroma spreads everywhere.

what to do?

There is only a distance of thirty meters. At this distance, it only takes three seconds for a wild boar to hit a person.

Despite his short legs, his terrifying explosive speed puts even a wolf at a disadvantage.

I thought about it for 0.01 seconds.

The young man stood on the spot like a big gun, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger, all at once without any hesitation.

"Snapped."

The shotgun made a terrifying loud noise.

"Ouch."

Hit the target.

The wild boar not far away had one eye with blood and flesh, and it made a horrifying cry after being injured.

The smell of sulfur was permeating the air, mixed with a strong fishy smell that made people frown.

"Ouch."

The injured wild boar did not hesitate and rushed towards the young man with a look of hatred in his eyes.

Twenty-five meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters.

The young man who stood like a javelin did not have any fear or anxiety. He stared at the wild boar that was charging madly and calmly changed bullets.

Ten meters, eight meters, seven meters.

In just one more second, the young man would be pierced by the wild boar's pair of terrifying tusks.
Chapter completed!