Yanzi is a thoroughbred mature woman, the kind that can only be cultivated through years of slow and deliberate refinement. She has had deep physical and spiritual connections with many men, which have broadened her horizons and given her depth. This kind of woman rarely sets her sights on inexperienced young men unless she has some special fetish. But Yanzi took a liking to Chen Erdou, who had just arrived in Shanghai and was still finding his footing. She didn't mind having a one-night stand with him either. Liu Pangzi knew this too, and he was thrilled that Yanzi had set her sights on the mysterious Chen Erdou, thinking that he could use this opportunity to climb the social ladder. In Shanghai, being a beautiful woman wasn't anything special - as long as you had money in your pocket, you could buy anything. This was the unbreakable rule of the city's decadent society. But Yanzi was well past her youthful infatuation stage and had long since separated sex from love. Even if Chen Erdou were to somehow manage to get intimate with her, it wouldn't be enough to make her fall in love. If that were possible, it would only prove that Chen Erdou's abilities were sufficient to elevate him to a higher plane of existence, and he wouldn't need to struggle at the bottom rungs of society anymore.

  She, a practical and ruthless mature woman, looked at Chen Ergou's back, which seemed to be slightly hunched since birth, and felt a little sad. She sighed and said: "Liu Pangzi, do you think he will have no chance to see us again after this departure? I don't know why, but I feel a bit desolate. Logically speaking, I'm a poisonous woman who would snatch money from a beggar's bowl on the road, and I shouldn't be so soft-hearted."

  Fat Liu Qingfu was busy dealing with several regular customers of the bar who were walking by, lit a cigarette and said: "Yan Zi, if he can't come back, you'd better give up that one-night stand thought. If he can come back, even if you play old man push cart or Guanyin sit lotus in front of me, I can pretend not to see or hear."

  "You're really broad-minded."

  The fatty pretended to be nonchalant and shrugged his shoulders, saying: "That's because my intuition tells me that Chen Ergou doesn't have much of a chance to turn things around this time."

  If Liu Pangzi knew that Chen Ergou actually had no backing or connections, he would definitely curse Chen Ergou to be beaten into a pulp or killed by knives. When Chen Ergou walked out of the bar, he saw four vans with twenty or thirty people, all unfamiliar faces, each looking like they had a deep and irreconcilable hatred for Chen Ergou. As soon as they saw him walk out of the bar, they rushed towards him without saying a word, playing a human sea tactic, it seemed that they wouldn't stop until Chen Ergou was crippled.

  Chen Ergou wasn't stupid, so he heroically charged in and knocked down two or three big men, only to be surrounded by over twenty more. The other side made a show of it, and this guy didn't drag his feet either - he didn't even bother asking if they had the wrong person, just turned tail and ran. His speed was incredible, like a wild boar being chased out, leaving that group of thugs panting in pursuit. The phrase "the power of the masses is great" really did Chen Ergou harm - it's true that not one of those twenty or thirty people could catch up to him, but they could surround him in batches and trap him. A few of them, who were skilled at fighting and had high IQs, even turned around and started a Geely van, finally trapping Chen Ergou in a dark corner of the playground of a certain wild chicken university. Everyone was busy bending over to catch their breath, except for Chen Ergou - one of them jumped up and cursed: "Son of a turtle, you can really run! I won first place in the provincial track meet's 100-meter dash back in the day, but I couldn't even catch up to you. Next time we'll break your legs and see if you can still jump around. Damn it, this is the most hateful thing - someone who's not only more handsome than me but also faster! Are you even letting people live?"

  A single ruthless move isn't useless, just like Chen Ergou's one-legged kick that sent a thug flying. The force was great, the angle was tricky, and it directly kicked the person to the ground. Luckily, the guy was still a man, even though he was rolling around on the ground, he didn't cry out for his dad or mom. However, relying solely on ruthlessness can't solve all problems. After withstanding the onslaught of three people in one breath, everyone immediately became impatient and rushed up together. Chen Ergou had never been good at fighting head-on, and it was a miserable sight to behold. Perhaps getting revenge for being beaten by others in Zhangjiashan Village today was a result of his past actions. All sorts of despicable moves were used against Chen Ergou - the Black Tiger's heart-piercing move, the Monkey's Peach-plucking move, and all sorts of other dirty tricks. If Chen Ergou hadn't been through many battles and wasn't used to fighting in groups, he would have ended up on the ground this round, and even if it was just one person kicking him, they could have kicked him out with internal injuries. His body, which seemed strong but was actually weak due to long-term reliance on Chinese medicine, couldn't withstand prolonged torture.

  "My King Hu is a great general who never does things that are like adding flowers to brocade, but always does things that are like pouring oil on fire or sending charcoal in snowy weather, the former for enemies and the latter for brothers."

  This was Wang Hu's boast when he was drunk, it sounded good, but Chen Er Gou had never been too confident about it. However, at the critical moment, when he saw Wang Jiefang charging into the encirclement with a mysterious steel pipe, he was indeed moved once. Wang Jiefang didn't care about the way of fighting, nor did he have as many sinister moves as Chen Er Gou, but with the steel pipe in hand, his efficiency was extremely high, and it only took him a few strokes to knock down several of the original henchmen who thought they were on their own side.

  Wang Jiefang shouted at Chen Ergou, "Get out! I'm calling the police. Don't worry about me, just hold on for ten minutes and everything will be fine."

  Chen Ergou is really the kind of person who can run away, he won't stay and die with Wang Jiefang, that kind of brotherhood he Chen Ergou can't adapt to, maybe this life has no such realm.

  Wang Jiefang appeared out of nowhere, his fighting skills were devastating, and his counterattack ability was terrifying. In an instant, he established an unshakeable majestic image. With the word "police" stimulating many people's nerves, he bought a lot of time for Chen Ergou's retreat. And when Chen Ergou said run, he ran, leaving them caught off guard. I've seen people without loyalty, but never anyone as disloyal as him, not even saying a courtesy goodbye before retreating alone.

  Chen Ergou successfully broke through the encirclement, but where should he run to next? He didn't want to rush around like a headless fly.

  The most dangerous place is often the safest, and besides, there's something he cares about the most. Chen Erdog ran back to his doghouse, only to see a person. In fact, he'd rather turn around and face those twenty or thirty thugs who might only know his name and face, than confront this person in front of him one-on-one.

  Xiong Zi, Zhao Kunpeng.

  The dead man was standing in the room, gazing at the wall where a cheap xuan paper with four brush-written characters "thick accumulation and thin emission" was posted.

  Zhao Gou Peng turned his head and glanced at Chen Er Gou, whose face was getting paler, and said with a hint of a smile: "Don't you want to ask why I didn't keep my promise?"

  "What's the point?" Chen Erdou retorted.

  Zhao Gou Peng suddenly blurted out: "I can now understand a phrase that Wu Huang often says, 'Small people are not stupid, they just lack opportunities.' I used to wonder why this man didn't look like the son of a high-ranking official at all, and couldn't understand his almost deformed simplicity and low-key attitude. But seeing your expression now, I think I'll also be more restrained in the future, but that's for after today. Today, I still have to take you down."

  Rabbits will bite when they are anxious, and wild rabbits will bite even more when they are anxious. But the tragedy of the wild rabbit lies in that even if it can bite people, it may not necessarily change its fate by even a little bit.

  Zhao Gupeng burst out laughing, his face as beautiful as a peach blossom in March, weaving together ferocity and complacency under the dim yellow light. He said wildly: "It's said that when doing things, one should leave a way out for future meetings, but unfortunately my family doesn't have this tradition. I'm going to push you to a dead end, and when a dog is anxious it jumps over the wall - come on, jump one for me to see!"

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  Four pairs of hands, one table, a set of ivory mahjong tiles.

  Three pairs of hands wore valuable diamond or jade rings on their fingers, and three wrists were adorned with Cartier, Earl and Patek Philippe watches. The pair of hands without rings was the most slender, with a pale wrist that had no watch or bangle, only tied with a red string.

  In Lust, Caution, a group of high-society ladies play mahjong, but what they're really plotting is their husbands' careers. The three women at this table are no exception, discussing urban planning, stock market funds, and personnel changes in Shanghai. It's clear that the men behind these rich ladies are all emblematic figures who have achieved great success and fame, otherwise they wouldn't be able to afford to let them play mahjong games where a single loss can amount to tens of thousands of dollars.

  The woman with the least words and the smallest winnings has a red string on her wrist. The owner of this pair of hands is very reserved in speech, with a warm and gentle smile that doesn't reveal any sharpness, making it easy for people to mistakenly think she's a harmless small snake with a colorful pattern. Behind this woman stands a bald man who is hard to forget, the bright red lotus flower pattern on his bald head is stunning. He receives a phone call, walks to the staircase to answer it, and returns to the woman's side, bending down to whisper: "Just received news that someone wants to take down the Chen family."

  Hebei guy is furious.

  This pervert has a notorious reputation in various circles in Shanghai, with both praise and criticism, making people both fear and hate him.

  Let him bow his head willingly and naturally, it is just like a green bamboo leaf.

  She said calmly: "I also know that the one who wants to play Chen Ergou is Zhao Junpeng, the precious grandson of former Mayor Zhao Yangchao, and his great-grandfather has a good reputation in the police district."

  Meng Chong was shocked.

  Bamboo Leaf Qing lowered her voice and smiled slyly: "You're very curious? The thugs he hired were the ones I called, how could I not be clear about it? I instructed them to be ruthless, but don't kill him, and don't leave him permanently disabled. As for the rest, I don't care. What, you still want me to take care of that little brat? Isn't it more interesting to force a good person into prostitution or drive a self-righteous scoundrel crazy like a mad dog?"

  Meng Chong let out a soft sigh, and it was unclear whether the implication was one of sadness or regret.

  Zhu Ye Qing rubbed his thumb and index finger together, holding a freshly caught "East Wind", and narrowed his eyes, saying: "What a fine dog of a ruined family."

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