Wang Jiefang has never attended school or read a book, and is even less cultured than Chen Ergou. His world is filled with pure brutality and bloodlust, a heavy black tone that cannot be dispelled. Occasionally, he feels a sense of injustice in his chest, but does not know how to resolve it. Over the past 20 years, he has only felt pleasure in killing people and setting fires, just like his god-like older cousin. Apart from this, his other favorite activity is abducting women and having sex with them, then leaving after finishing without even bothering to zip up his pants. He wanders around without a care, not wanting the wealth and glory that others fight for, nor does he want a wife to carry on his family line. As long as his younger sister's children call him "uncle", that is enough for him. He has seen many wealthy merchants spend lavishly, buying treasures dug up from tombs with large bags of cash. However, Wang Jiefang has never seen a poor person rise to success, perhaps because he lacks vision and moves in small circles.

  Until he met Chen Ergou, a young general who was particularly impressive to Wang Hu, at first Wang Jiefang responded perfunctorily and observed coldly. However, when this unremarkable youth stabbed the corpse of Zhao Junpeng with one knife, Wang Jiefang began to look at him in a new light. When Chen Ergou shot and made a hole in Qiao Liu's thigh, Wang Jiefang took his younger brother out for drinks that night and had two bottles of baijiu. From then on, when he slashed Guo Xianxu's neck with one knife, Wang Jiefang felt it was more enjoyable than rolling around on the delicate skin of a beautiful woman. That's why he willingly called this man who was several years younger than him "Gege".

  When he finally saw Xia He's last breath, Wang Jiefang's palms were slightly cold.

  "Let me go, I still have to go to Zhongshan Golf with Qingzhi, and it's not certain when we'll be back, so please forgive me."

  "Listen, you come with me first and take out a few bottles of wine and a pack of cigarettes from the trunk. I'm afraid the gasoline on the Hummer won't be enough to thoroughly clean it, so I bought a few more bottles of wine along the way. If everything goes smoothly, I'll be back to pick you up by dawn at the latest. If there's still no news by then, go find Hu Zan and bring Cao Jingzhu and Chen Xiangyu with you to leave Nanjing, the farther the better."

  Wang Jiefang nodded, speaking little and doing more. This was Xiao Ye's greatest advice to him, which he always remembered in his heart.

  One hand was holding four bottles of white wine, and the other hand was holding a bucket of oil. Under his arm, he had tucked away an expensive pack of 95 Supreme Nanjing cigarettes. Wang Jiefang revealed a smile. The wine was good wine, and the cigarettes were also good cigarettes. This young "dog brother" was not one for flowery language, but his actions spoke louder than words. He could even be certain that Chen Er Dog had never smoked a pack of Supreme Nanjing in his life.

  He returned to the factory, squatted down beside Xia He's body, tore open the cigarette pack, lit one up, and put it to Xia He's lips - not for himself to smoke, but for Xia He. Those in their line of work were not afraid of coffins or corpses, but they had the utmost respect for the dead.

  Wang Jiefang poured gasoline over Xia He's body, then used his teeth to open the caps on all four bottles of white wine. Three bottles he poured over the corpse, and one he placed beside it. With a "pop", he lit the lighter and set the body ablaze. Wang Jiefang took a step back, lit a cigarette for himself, and said in a soft voice:

  "It's not easy being human in this world, but when it's time to go, you gotta go. Dying young isn't necessarily a bad thing. I'll collect your ashes and find a good spot with good feng shui in your hometown, so you can rest in peace. Don't hate me, dog brother - I'm not having an easy time either. I've known him for almost a year now, and he's never had a day where he didn't have something to do. The things you didn't get to finish, let me help you complete them.

  Your death may be miserable, but at least your body is intact. If it were someone else who'd gotten to you, who knows what would've happened - maybe even your reincarnation would've been a problem."

  Wang Jiefang accompanied the corpse-like man who was burning with anxiety, muttering to himself. Even Cao Jingzhen, who had a strong mind, would have been frightened by this scene.

  Wang Jiefang took a sip of wine and a drag on his cigarette, feeling carefree.

  Chen Ergou just asked him to go upstairs and delete the things on the computer, but he would secretly destroy the whole computer and also steal a few small but valuable antiques for Chen Ergou. After following Wang Huze's thievery for so many years, he was not stupid and could tell what was genuine and what was fake. Chen Ergou just asked him to deal with the corpse, and Wang Jiefang would know to collect the ashes well, letting this river from Henan walk out of the heroic Ye Luogui return to its roots. This is Wang Jiefang, he doesn't bother to do big things or plan great undertakings, but whatever tasks Wang Huze or Chen Ergou entrusts him with, he will always complete them to the extreme.

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  Zhongshan Golf Villas.

  Fang Jie brewed a pot of tea, anxiously waiting for news. She had just learned that Guo Qie was said to have gone alone to Chen Ergou's residence, and after making several phone calls, they were all turned off. In desperation, she called Hu Siyi and the other old comrades, but one by one, they brushed her off, each with an unenthusiastic attitude, either telling her not to worry or praising Guo Qie's bravery. Fang Jie took a sip of Bi Luo Chun tea that she had just gotten from her father, her brow furrowed in concern.

  The doorbell rang.

  Mrs. Wu was beaming with joy as she led the two men who had almost made Fang Jie drop her teacup, one of whom was chatting with Mrs. Wu while the other followed quietly behind. This was essentially inviting wolves into the house, and it would have been fine if they were just let in, but what really got people annoyed was that they seemed to be getting along so well. If Mrs. Wu hadn't raised Fang Jie from a young age, Fang Jie would have had the urge to slam her hand on the table and scold loudly. However, the refinement cultivated by over 30 years of family upbringing immediately took hold, and Fang Jie calmed down, no longer venting her anger at Mrs. Wu. She quietly poured two cups of tea, eight-tenths full, leaving two-tenths of space at the top, waiting for Chen Er Gou and Chen Qing to take their seats.

  "Fang Yi, waiting for Guo's phone call?" Chen Er Gou sat down and drank the expensive Bi Luo Chun tea in one gulp.

  Fang Jie's face changed slightly as she gazed at the young man who, despite being stepped on, showed no signs of despair and instead seemed to be bursting with fighting spirit. She couldn't help but think back to his days living in Zhongshan Golf, when although they were plagued by external worries, at least within the Wei family they could still present a united front. Who would have thought that now, as they sat face-to-face once again, the atmosphere was thick with tension? Fang Jie's stubbornness wouldn't allow her to lose face, so she said: "Feng Sheng, there's no need to beat around the bush. If you have something to say, just say it."

  "Aunt Fang is not only efficient in doing things, but also straightforward in speaking."

  Chen Ergou didn't know whether it was praise or sarcasm, at least his face was sincere, and he drank up the cup of tea that Chen Qing had left behind. He leaned back in his chair comfortably and said slowly: "Guo Jue has died."

  Fang Jie was taken aback for a moment.

  Chen Ergou continued: "Two hours later, Xia He also died."

  Fang Jie's expensive Qing porcelain teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, with tea splashing everywhere.

  "Aunt Fang, I'm not joking with you. The person you least want to die, your most trusted confidant, and the scum you most want to be tortured to death are all dead by my hands. What do you think?"

  From Shanghai to Nanjing, Chen Ergou had always been a humble and cautious man, but at that moment, he suddenly stood up straight, staring directly at Fang Jie's changing expression. The man who had been suppressed by life finally showed his true self, not backing down even when facing a woman who could sit on an equal level with Wei Gong. He placed the rough Alaskan harpoon on his knee, picked up a teacup, filled it to the brim, and handed it to Fang Jie, saying in a deep voice: "Fang Niang, I once asked Guo Qianyu to help me offer you a cup of wine, but he didn't have the chance to bring it. Here, I'll offer you a cup of tea instead, making up for my past mistake. What you did was wrong towards me, but not towards Wei Gong. I've put this grudge in my heart and won't let it make me argue with you, but if you force Guo Qianyu to drive me out of Nanjing, I'll have no choice but to do something that would be a betrayal to Wei Gong. A person must stand up for themselves, or they will be destroyed by heaven and earth. Killing Xia He is not just for myself, but also as an apology and explanation to Fang Niang. If Fang Niang still feels uncomfortable, she can continue to force me, push me to my death, and then I'll do something that no one can predict."

  "Threats?" Fang Jie sneered.

  Wei Chi stood at the staircase entrance, looking at Chen Er Gou who was sitting and Chen Qing Zhi who was standing with an indifferent expression.

  "Uncle Jiang once said that in Nanjing, there was an old man named Wei Chi Gong De who had never killed anyone in his life, but was known as the number one fighter in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Is it Old Man Wei?" Chen Er Gou looked up at Old Man Wei, his eyes losing their sharpness towards Fang's mother, returning to his usual calm demeanor. He only knew this old man who spent his days feeding fish and raising dogs superficially, but as someone respected by Jiang Zi Fang, Chen Er Gou had the self-awareness not to look down on him, even with a White Horse champion standing behind him who could take down Guo Jue Rou.

  "I don't dare." The taciturn old man, Wei Chi, said in a low voice, his tone husky but exceptionally rich.

  "I didn't come to seek justice from Lady Fang, on the contrary, I just came to ask for a promise. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought only Chen Qingzhi." Chen Ergou smiled with narrowed eyes, re-bowing his head to drink tea. In fact, he was speaking insincerely, as there were only three guns that could be used around him, and the strongest one was Chen Qingzhi. Next was Wang Jiefang, who was busy cleaning up the aftermath, and the remaining Wang Hu was just a military strategist, responsible for covering their retreat. Even if Chen Ergou wanted to seek justice from Lady Fang, he couldn't spare any men. A single, unknown depth of Wei Gongde's abilities was enough to make Chen Ergou feel apprehensive.

  "Promise?" Fang Jie secretly let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't the kind of person who would go barefoot like Chen Er Gou, no matter whether Guo Qietu was dead or alive. She had a big mess to clean up and if Chen Er Gou really wanted to burn everything down together, Wei Wu Gong De wouldn't be an invincible existence either. There was no way she could take down the two men with the surname Chen while keeping herself unscathed. So when she heard that Chen Er Gou's words had a turning point, she didn't continue to hold out.

  "You hand over the 8 venues including Shi Qingfeng to me for management, five years, give me five years, and I will return them all after five years." Chen Ergou's body leaned forward slightly, as long as the amplitude was moderate, grasping enough chips, in negotiation theory, this could make the opponent produce a kind of silent compromise. Chen Ergou didn't care whether it was useful or not, he would use it first and talk about it later.

  "Do you want me to be your stepping stone?" Fang Jie said with a cold smile.

  "A win-win is better than you die I live or both sides are injured."

  Chen Ergou shook his head and stared at Fang Jie, not giving her a chance to breathe. "If one Guo Ge dies, another must take his place, otherwise the Wei family will be in disarray. Today's situation is different from when Guo Ge escaped to Yunnan. I don't need to say it, you understand it yourself, Fang Jie. Moreover, most importantly, you know better than anyone that I owe a great debt of gratitude to Master Wei. I won't treat you harshly or lay a hand on you. Until today, I have always respectfully addressed you as Aunt Fang. I hope that after leaving the villa today, I can still do so."

  "It's a bit early to be saying this now."

  Perhaps it was the appearance of Old Man Wei that gave her a peace of mind, or perhaps it was Chen Ergou's "weakness" that greatly satisfied her inner self. Fang Jie picked up the cup of tea that Chen Ergou had poured for her and took a sip before saying in a calm tone: "With Guo Qianrou dead, you'll have to take responsibility for killing Qiao Bazi, plus Qiao Liu and Xia Hei who just sat in that position for a few days. It's like slapping someone on the ear after already having slapped them twice. Old grudges piled up with new hatred, do you think you can still live for long after leaving the Wei family villa today?"

  "This doesn't need Aunt Fang to worry about."

  Chen Ergou smiled and said, because serving tea to Fang Jie was a very satisfying task, so when the unaccustomed Fang Jie picked up the teacup, she spilled some. Chen Ergou pulled out a paper towel and gently wiped it clean. Perhaps even Chen Ergou himself didn't notice anything, but Fang Jie's heart skipped a beat, her eyes softened, and she let out an inaudible sigh. Unaware of this, Chen Ergou took a deep breath, preparing to stand up, "Old Master Qian, I'll take care of it myself. If I don't make it through this ordeal, then consider what I just said as if I never spoke."

  Arrived with hidden murderous intent, departed with a light and casual stroke.

  Fang Jie watched as Wu Ma, unaware of the weight of her actions, pulled the young man's hand towards the gate, roughly guessing that he was going to attend a banquet that would decide his fate.

  Doesn't this man know he's getting chestnuts from the fire?

  One careless move and you'll be playing with fire.

  The old man Wei Chi pushed open the glass door to feed the fish, Fang Jie put down her teacup, leaned against the chair, closed her eyes and gently rubbed her temples.

  Is it the rise of the great wind or the fall of the great wind?

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