Fugui once had a carefully raised female eagle, whose claws never failed to catch its prey, but one time it caught an old mountain rabbit and got injured. The rabbit was grabbed by the eagle's talons on its buttocks, but instead of turning around, it dragged the eagle into a thorny jujube forest. At first, the eagle refused to let go, but when it was pierced by thorns and jujube spines, it wanted to give up the cunning rabbit, but it was too late. The more it struggled, the more injured it became, with its feathers scattered all over the place, until it fell into the forest, on the verge of death. Chen Er Gou and Fugui could only watch as it died.

  Xiong Zi had no experience, and even if he saw that scene, he would only think it was interesting and wouldn't think deeply about it. He and his family in Northern Jiangsu were not like Wu Huang, who was like a local emperor, nor were they like Tan Xin, who had deep roots in the southeastern coastal area. Xiong Zi didn't have much vision or energy to look down, he had to strain himself to look forward and upward, otherwise his family would be ruined by his generation. In some sense, Hei Mangzi was feared because of his blindness, but not every blind person can laugh to the end. Old Master Zhao didn't care about being a good person, leaving a way out or sparing people, but at least he wouldn't push people to death, and certainly wouldn't spit on them after pushing them to a dead end.

  But as Wu Huang said, Xiong Zi has been too smooth for over 20 years. Although he suffered a bit when practicing Wing Chun and was willing to risk his life in the army, everything went smoothly in his career and emotional life. He surpassed those with deeper backgrounds, played with beautiful and elegant women, and even defeated the best scouts in the military region. His future looked bright, and it could be said that he had a promising career ahead of him. Therefore, when Wu Huang talked to these more objective observers, they all felt that for such a young man to be a bit arrogant and reckless was not a big mistake.

  Xiong Zi watched Chen Er Gou slowly unwrap the bandage, feeling a little amused but unable to laugh. For the first time, he saw someone deliberately tying a dagger to their arm. Was it a desperate trick or a bold gamble? Xiong Zi didn't care; even if Chen Er Gou held a gun, he would still be knocked down at close range. If given a composite bow, Xiong Zi might feel threatened, but with a dagger, it was useless. He twisted his neck and prepared to break the wrist holding the dagger within a minute, then cripple Chen Er Gou's two legs, rendering this Northeastern dog useless in one hand and two legs.

  Holding a dagger, can only fight at close range.

  The Spring Fist had reached its peak, and Master Xiong called it the number one close-range combat in the world. Xiong didn't have that level of skill, but he was more than enough to deal with Chen Ergou. With a ferocious smile, he charged forward. Just as Xiong was wondering why Chen didn't struggle desperately, one hand blocked Chen's arm holding the dagger, and the other hand was about to deliver a fatal blow to Chen's neck. Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and he felt a sharp pain. In that instant of distraction, the situation took a shocking turn. Chen kicked Xiong in the abdomen with one leg, sending him flying several steps back, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. With his left hand, Chen pulled out another package wrapped in plastic from his pocket, and with five fingers shaped like claws, he pinched the bag, which burst open, spilling powder all over his palm. He smashed it towards Xiong again, who had been poisoned by the toxic hand. Enraged and furious, Xiong became a true "black-eyed monster". It was quicklime, and when it entered his eyes, the pain was excruciating.

  Xiong Zi retreated again and again, that beautiful face like a peach blossom was covered with lime powder, like a precious Persian cat thrown into a stinky ditch, although it tried its best to maintain its dignity, but everything bright and beautiful faded away, leaving only absurdity, violence, hatred, the ugliest dark side of Zhao Kunpeng's human nature was fully exposed, if there was an opportunity to turn over, in a fit of rage, he might even do things like digging up people's ancestral graves or killing their whole families.

  Chen Ergou didn't have time to admire the handsome man's face, as he swiftly turned the dagger in his hand and glanced at Xiongzi leaning against the wall. He took a deep breath, and with a swift motion, stabbed the dagger into Xiongzi's abdomen. Deciding to thoroughly beat the fallen dog, Chen Ergou reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out a third packet of lime powder, while his right hand grasped a chair. He walked forward a few steps, first throwing the lime powder and then the chair, knocking Xiongzi to the ground. Xiongzi struggled to crawl towards the corner, covering his abdomen with both hands, crouching in the corner with his eyes closed. Besides anger and hatred, he felt fear for the first time when facing Chen Ergou. The chair had smashed into his forehead, causing blood to flow profusely, adding to the lime powder on his face, making him look disheveled and miserable. His originally neutral and delicate complexion was now ravaged, and even the slightest movement would cause him unbearable pain. He couldn't tell which part of his body hurt more - his eyes, head, or abdomen with the dagger still lodged in it. Xiongzi could clearly feel the weakness spreading through his body as blood flowed out, and he sensed that the dagger was draining his life away, swallowing his blood mouthful by mouthful. He was terrified, realizing for the first time that death was so close to him, just like the damned dagger within reach.

  "You have one last chance to kill me, pull out that dagger and if you're lucky enough to get up after I'll still be able to stab you to death, but you'll definitely die too, the best outcome for you is that we both end up dying together."

  Chen Ergou's face was as calm as a dead water, like holding a dead dog, he dragged Xiongzi to his broken grass mat. Xiongzi didn't dare to breathe heavily, he couldn't get up, and didn't want to get up, because every breath was wasting his life. Chen Ergou squatted down, looking at the pitiful face covered with blood and lime, which used to have only arrogance, pride, and the playfulness of a rich family's son. Chen Ergou's heart was smaller than Xiongzi's, just like Zhangjiashan, he stretched out his hand and slapped Xiongzi ten times, until Xiongzi's mouth was full of blood. Chen Ergou trembled slightly as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his right pocket, because the left one was filled with lime bags, which were picked up by Zhang Sanqian from the construction site, and the bag was leftover from buying meat every morning, carried around, just waiting for today. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and didn't speak again, lost in thought. Until he had smoked half of the cigarette, he put it between Xiongzi's bloody fingers and said in a low voice: "I'm just a small person, I came to Shanghai to earn some money, find a wife who can give birth to a son, live a peaceful life without worrying about the next meal. I didn't want to fight with you, or play with my life, I really can't afford it. You're pushing me to do what? Playing with me until I'm crippled and useless, will that bring you money? Or fame? You're truly asking for death."

  Chen Ergou ignored Xiongzi's desperate and despairing face, pulled out a book titled "Napoleon" from a pile of books, carefully put the bank deposit slip that was inserted between its pages into his pocket, then took down the water pipe hanging on the wall. After nearly a year of wandering in Shanghai, these were the only two things he couldn't bear to part with.

  Chen Ergou walked to the door, then turned around and came back to Xiongzi's side, crouched down, with a gloomy smile found the phone in his pocket, smashed it into pieces, and then ran out of the house, leaving behind Xiongzi who was finally heartbroken. He didn't think he could crawl out to shout for help, all he seemed to be able to do was wait for death.

  Wang Huren and Zhang Sanqian stood at the door, Chen Erdou didn't explain anything, saying: "Huren, take Sanqian and Jiefang away from Shanghai now, I'm afraid that after this, those people behind that guy will also make a move on you, I won't go with you, even if it means death, I won't drag you down with me. From now on, Zhang Sanqian is in your hands. I have to go find Zhang Xixi, there are things I need to entrust her with."

  It seems that Wang Hu had been prepared for a long time, shaking his head and saying: "If you want to die, die together. Er Gou, don't think about shouldering this alone. From the day I gave you cigarettes, I never thought of taking wealth and glory from you. If we can't leave together, let's meet in Nanjing three days later. I have some connections there that can help us get by. I'll be waiting for you at the Chicken Temple on Zhongshan Mountain at 8 am every third day. As long as you make it to Nanjing, you can rest easy. I can also help you and San Qian with temporary residence permits and ID cards. That's settled then, no more nonsense, let's all run together."

  King Hu didn't give Chen Ergou a chance to refuse and immediately took Zhang Sanqian to find Wang Jiefang.

  Something big happened, and it was only then that this young master showed his composure in a critical moment.

  Chen Ergou then ran to the apartment to find Zhang Xixi.

  After getting out of the taxi, he ran to the apartment and prayed that Zhang didn't go crazy and run out alone to a bar or nightclub. Luckily, his luck wasn't bad, and this woman was still wearing her pajamas curled up on the couch watching TV. The glass coffee table was piled high with model boxes and six or seven completed warships. Chen knew a bit about military affairs and knew that they were called battleships and cruisers. Of course, he didn't know what "Bismarck" battleship or "Graf Spee" battlecruiser meant. Although he was curious why this self-proclaimed shallow rich girl would spend time assembling these models, he didn't have the time or desire to understand another world of women. Standing at the door, he said: "Zhang, tell Xiaoyao to take a year off school. This year, don't come to Shanghai, and don't ask me why. In short, I'm not joking. If you're willing, apologize to her for me, if not, then forget it."

  She stared blankly at the man, who was covered in sweat and holding an old rifle. At first, she didn't think he was crazy, so she thought she must be crazy instead. Then she jumped off the couch, pulled out a Gucci wallet from her jeans pocket, took out a China Construction Bank card, and tossed it to Chen Erdou, saying: "The password is the last six digits of my card number. Don't ask me why, just consider it a loan. Use as much as you need, but remember how much you owe and pay me back with interest later. If you don't take this card, I swear I'll call the police. When you're in another city, never use your own card or withdrawal slip to get money, or you'll be caught. Alright, now you can leave, go do whatever you need to do."

  Chen Ergou continued running along the road.

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  In the dead of night, in a certain villa in Shanghai, a woman was feeding an eyeglasses snake in a glass cage. The cage was unusually large, and the snake was not as docile as ordinary pets, full of wildness and spirit. What was thrown into the cage was not chicken or duck or rabbit bait, but a yellow mongoose, which could also bite the snake to death. The woman watched with great interest as the two fought each other.

  Her eyes were clear and bright, not greasy, just right, this is a test of a woman's depth. An ordinary woman wouldn't have this skill even if she practiced for a lifetime. If a woman had this kind of gaze when admiring an ink wash painting or gazing at the man she loved, it would be a delightful thing to behold, but what she was looking at was actually brutal slaughter. The bald-headed guy from Hebei behind her didn't find this strange, after receiving a phone call he came over and said with a weird expression: "Just now Wu Huang walked out of that hospital affiliated with the Nanjing Military Region, and Zhao Kuanpeng went in, one was done by Chen Fugui, the other by Chen Ergou, these two brothers are getting more ruthless."

  There may be many women in Shanghai who like raising snakes, but there is only one Bamboo Qing who likes to raise venomous snakes and has raised eight at once.

  She turned around, with an incredulous look on her face, and asked in a slightly stunned tone: "The one who was taken to the hospital horizontally wasn't Chen Ergou, but Zhao Kunpeng?"

  The bald man, Mong Chung, smiled and nodded, with an undisguised expression of schadenfreude. He scratched his head and said: "If it wasn't for one of Xiong Zi's dead party members who heard the news and called to find out that his phone was turned off, and then rushed to Chen Er Gou's house to find Xiong Zi lying on a straw mat, I'm afraid that if they had been late, they would have sent him directly to the crematorium instead of the emergency room. That kid is really unlucky. As soon as he saw Chen Er Gou, he was blinded by lime powder and stabbed in the abdomen. And when Chen Er Gou ran away, he didn't forget to smash Xiong Zi's phone and leave the dagger inside him. Isn't that equivalent to letting Xiong Zi wait for death? Chen Er Gou is really poisonous, what a ruthless move!"

  "Meng Chong, bring me a jug of wine, the best one."

  Zhu Ye Qing sat down on the yellow poplar wooden chair in the living room, muttering: "What a ruthless and cunning wolf-like ambition, with a big white floating on top."

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