After hanging up Qiao Yun's phone call, Zheng Longqing, who had always been a little obsessed with cleanliness, actually sat on the seawall, facing the sea breeze, white clothes were as snowy as his hair. Under his feet, the waves were slapping.

Looking at the boats coming and going on the sea covered by dusk, he knew that no matter whether he could persuade Qiao Yun this time, he would never be able to get married with Qiao Yun’s lover again.

After the negotiation is completed under the threat, Qiao Yun will hate him for the rest of her life. No matter what compensation is made, she will never love him again?[]

If the talk cannot be reached under the threat and if Qiao Yun refuses to surrender, then Qiao Yun will have no way to die and will die from then on.

"Third brother, I want to smoke. Is there any cigarette?" Zheng Longqing stretched out his hand to ask the person beside him without looking back.

When he stood and made a phone call, the man in black with a Mumu looked like a man was already sitting on the sea wall.

As for the name of the man in black, many people in the Qinglong Gang don’t know it. Even if they know it, they still call him the nickname “Three Guns”, which is called “Haven”.

Sanqian is a few years older than Zheng Longqing. Zheng Longqing knows his name, but he always calls him San Ge, and the two have a good relationship.

Last time I told Zheng Longqing that Lin Zixian is a master of man and gun, and only three shots.

Three guns are masters who use guns. They often use three guns, one pistol, one automatic rifle, one sniper rifle, and three long, medium and short. No matter which one, it is said that no opponent can escape his three guns, which is the origin of his nickname.

"Smoking too much smoke will hinder my breathing and will affect my shooting. You know I never smoke." Sanguqi said lightly, but he still got up and walked behind the container container.

Luo Qili was wearing a black leather outfit, still had long wavy hair, leaning against the container, and her face was not very good-looking.

Sangu looked at her and said to a group of disciples of the Qinglong Gang who were ready to go: "Who has cigarettes and lighters?"

Everyone was stunned because they knew that Sanqin never smoked. However, after reacting, they immediately groped up and down in their pockets, and someone handed over the cigarette and lighter first.

Sangu returned to the seawall with the things and sat down, handing the cigarette and lighter to Zheng Longqing.

Zheng Longqing reached out to block the sea breeze, covered the swaying flames and lit a cigarette, took a few sips of pain, and the smoke that was spit out was dispersed by the wind. He looked at the cigarette with green smoke in his hand and smiled: "It's the first time I know that smoking smells so good. I think I will like smoking it in the future, maybe I can't live without it."

After saying that, I took a few more sips, and I was a little anxious, but I choked and coughed continuously. I saw that I was not a person who often smoked.

The dull three guns said: "Do you want to prove that you have had a sad past?"

Although his words were a bit incisive, his tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end, just like reading a textbook.

"What do you mean is that people who like to smoke have had a sad past?" Zheng Longqing teased and smiled, and suddenly his smile froze. Lin Zixian, who often holds a cigarette, appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder, did he have a sad past?

When he turned around, he didn't say anything, and asked with a smile: "Brother San, have you ever had a woman you like? The kind you really like."

Unexpectedly, Sanqian replied irresponsible: "If you really like her, try your best to persuade her. As long as she doesn't die, you will have a chance... When you become the leader of the Qinglong Gang, you will return the things you brought to her."

"If you can't persuade her, will you show mercy?" Zheng Longqing asked with a flickering look at him.

"No!" Sanqian stood up and said calmly: "You are responsible for persuading people, I am responsible for killing people, you and I do your own things, and there will be no conflicts." He turned around and said: "Let's go! It's getting late, so we have to make arrangements in advance."

Zheng Longqing threw the cigarette butt into the sea and stood up. He saw the box of cigarettes under his feet about to kick into the sea, but stopped halfway, leaned over and picked up the cigarette and lighter, and stuffed it into his pocket.

I haven't done such a thing in many years. I vaguely remember that I stuffed cigarettes and lighters into my pocket when I was a teenager.

When he walked to the back of the container and saw Luo Qili, Zheng Longqing stopped deliberately, looked at her and smiled, "Is this meaningful?"

"It's meaningful to the Qinglong Gang, but it's meaningless to me!" Luo Qili stared at him without blinking and said, "But I can't get what I can't get, no one else can imagine." She strided away from the container she was leaning against, got into a car, shouting to everyone, "Go away!"

A group of people got on the bus one after another, and a group of cars quickly left the dock.

After Lin Zixian's BMW drove away from the city, it rushed rapidly and headed towards the western suburbs. A fork in the road was backing rapidly outside the window, looking far away along the fork in the distance. An abandoned old factory lies on the edge of the city, which was the abandoned fertilizer factory.

Qiao Yun, who had been holding her words, kept looking outside the windows on both sides and found that she was not going to Nanshan at all, but a direction that was running oppositely. If she drove on, she would only get further and further away from Nanshan. She finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"Find an old friend." Lin Zixian said, paused, held the steering wheel, his eyes drifted a little, I didn't know what I remembered, and then his tone slowed down and slowly added: "Find an old friend who can help."

Qiao Yun is not a long-winded person. Although she wanted to know who the person she was looking for, she didn't ask again.

After more than ten minutes, the car speed slowed down, the sky was dark, and the lights on both sides of the road were shining, and many motels appeared. Various signs were simple but large and conspicuous.

Lin Zixian was looking for something outside the windows on both sides. The car was slow to move, and finally leaned back and stopped outside a courtyard wall next to the road.

He put down the car window and looked at the wall with a flash of silence. The vehicles passing by from time to time on the road rolled up dust, highlighting the domestic road environment. He breathed in the dust, but did not change his expression.

There is a restaurant opposite the wall, and the light shines on the wall here. It is a yard surrounded by cement brick walls. The wall is painted with colorful advertisements, the door is open, and an iron sign is welded on the top. The conspicuous large characters say "Gangzi Auto Repair Shop". There are small characters such as inflatable, tire repair, and car wash below.

The car turned around and entered the gate. The yard was quite small, with a three-story building. The bottom floor was a row of car repair rooms with various spare parts.

The white lights were lit in the repair room, and a big guy was wearing a greasy blue one-piece work clothes. After hearing a car coming in, he just turned around and took a casual look and continued to work on his own.

He removed the front tire of a pickup truck, rolled the tire back aside with a limp leg, and his right leg was not very lame, but he was obviously walking with his legs, but the speed was quite fast.

Lin Zixian parked his car outside the repair room, looked at the big lame legs for a few more times, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The other party was the person he was looking for, his real name was Yuan Gang, and it turned out that he was also one of the international idle people. His nickname was "Kingang" in the underground world.

It’s not that he is as powerful as a Vajra, but that he is proficient in mechanical repairs and the things he makes are known as “Transformers”.

But once, I didn't listen to advice and mingled with some people. When I was hired by Sierra Leone's armed forces to seize a diamond mine, I unfortunately stepped on a landmine. Although my life was saved, I lost my right leg but got disabled. After healed, I silently left the international idle man and returned to China to open this car repair shop.

Lin Zixian knew the whereabouts of Yuan Gang after his retreat.

Qiao Yun saw the smile on the corner of Lin Zixian's mouth through the rearview mirror, so she also looked at the busy lame man in the repair room, with a slightly confused look on his eyes. Could this lame man be the person he is looking for?

Lin Zixian reached out of the car window, slapped the car door twice with a force, and shouted loudly: "Boss, repair the car!"

Hearing the hello, the big guy Yuan Gang finally put down his work and walked over with one leg in his voice, saying loudly: "What's the problem?"

Looking at the front and back of the car, Lin Zixian was speechless and took out two cigarettes and lit them together. He opened the car door and got out of the car. He bit one in his mouth and handed the other one out and said, "Boss, it's quite hard! Smoke a cigarette first!"

Qiao Yun was confused and couldn't understand what these two people were doing.

Yuan Gang was stunned when he saw the cigarette he handed over. It was not that there were no customers who handed him the cigarette, but it was the first time he handed it over after lighting it. After looking up, he saw the other person's face, he froze in place. Although Lin Zixian had cut off his long ponytail hair, his appearance had not changed.

"You are blind, are you sucking?" Lin Zixian shook the cigarette in his hand and cursed with a smile.

"Caesar!" Yuan Gang said in English, full of surprise, and opened his arms to hug Lin Zixian.

"Stop it." Lin Zixian pressed his chest, and the cigarette in his other hand stuffed directly into the other person's mouth. Then he pointed at the oily and dirty work clothes on his work clothes and cursed: "I'm wearing all the precious clothes, can you afford to make it dirty?"

Yuan Gang didn't care about dirty hands, pulled down the cigarette in his mouth, pinched the cigarette butt and looked up and down at Lin Zixian, laughing silly, suddenly stopped laughing, showing an incredible look on his face, and changed into Chinese and exclaimed: "Are you not a Korean, but a Chinese?"

He knew that Lin Zixian knew many languages ​​in the country, but it is questionable that he could speak Chinese so smoothly that even his roundabout accents could be vivid.

"I was an authentic Chinese. When did I say I was a Korean?" Lin Zixian rolled his eyes and said.

"Haha! Those Koreans have been saying that you are Koreans, and they say that you are the pride of their Republic of Korea. I have never seen you refute the rumors. It is hard to think about not getting it wrong." Yuan Gang said and smiled happily again, not knowing what he was happy about.

If there is no end, Qiao Yun in the car will be even more unresolved, but she can see that the relationship between the two is very close, especially remembering the English name Yuan Gang said to Lin Zixian. It turns out that his English name is Caesar!
Chapter completed!