The man in his thirties, with a gloomy face, if Wei Duan Gong, who is over 90 years old, is a top-ranking eunuch of the heavenly number, and Yin Rou belongs to the category of hiding needles in cotton, with a pure and mature personality. This man is like a chief eunuch by his side, but his moral integrity is slightly inferior, yet he still struts around with an air of arrogance. He looks ordinary, but his clothes are bright and flashy, red and green, black sunglasses, white leather boots, and wherever he goes, he attracts attention.

  The man was followed by about ten underlings, with the same kind of arrogant and overbearing attitude as their master. Most of them held sharp combat knives in their hands, similar to those used by Finnish snow cavalry, which were sharp and professional-looking. The group of over ten people, each holding a knife, walked together in unison, exuding an intimidating aura that left Zhou Jingru pale-faced and speechless. She naturally recognized the leader of the unwelcome guests, Qiao Liu, the only son of Qiao Baizhang, who was notorious for his psychological abnormality in Nanjing circles.

  Chen Ergou was very calm, at least he looked like he had the composure of Mount Tai not making a sound, she subconsciously drew closer to this man who played the role of the last straw, although he said he was using her as bait, Zhou Jingyun knew that if it wasn't for her suggestion to come here and lay their cards on the table tonight, the two of them wouldn't have fallen into such a desperate situation being closed in by these people. Zhou Jingyun had been a clever woman who believed in being frugal and not sticking out for over thirty years, but this time she didn't retreat, she tugged at Chen Ergou's sleeve, and said with a bitter smile: "Chen Fusheng, if you can run, then run, I'm wearing high heels, I definitely won't be able to outrun them. Rather than being trampled by these scum, it's better to die once and for all. I only ask one thing of you, take good care of Dong Chong."

  "Don't run." Chen Ergou shook his head and said.

  "You're stupid, do you really think this is the time for a hero to save a beauty? I don't need your rescue, and you can't even save me!" Zhou Jinglian almost cried out in frustration. She was most afraid that the man beside her would become overly heroic, and then the two of them would truly become a pair of star-crossed lovers.

  "Naturally, I have an epiphany when faced with this situation today. I've never had the idea of being a hero, but abandoning a woman and running away with my tail between my legs isn't my style." Chen Ergou surprisingly still had the mood to pinch Zhou Jingyun's delicate face, and as the wind was strong on the mountain top, he took off his suit jacket and put it on her, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, flipped open the trunk of the car, pulled out two knives, one long and one short. The long knife was about 130 cm, exceptionally sharp, while the short knife was 90 cm, compared to the long knife, it was basically a dull knife with an incomplete edge. He walked in front of Zhou Jingyun, who was in a state of extreme panic, glanced at Qiao Liu and his gang, who were only about 20 meters away, grinned, and said with a radiant smile: "Come on, help me get the cigarettes out and light one for me. As long as I'm not dead, and still have a breath left."

  Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but burst into tears, then laughed again, like a child biting her lip and staring at the man who repeatedly overturned her mental image. The 1.75-meter-tall man, with one hand on the knife, was so majestic and heroic. She trembled slightly as she took out a cigarette from Chen Er Gou's pocket, lit it, and then put it to Chen Er Gou's mouth. Before she could say anything, the man suddenly turned around and walked straight towards Qiao Liu.

  "You also know how to play with knives?" Qiao Liu raised his hand, stopping the group of people from advancing, and observed Chen Er Gou with great interest. He naturally recognized this Wei family's only capable person, whose origin was unknown, but who did things cautiously where necessary, and boldly when necessary. The bodyguard who had been protecting Xia He was still lying in the hospital, and the high-level executives of Qinghe Enterprise all hated him to the bone. Qiao Liu knew all this, so as soon as he received the news, he personally led four cars and 11 people to track down Chen Fusheng, just to play with the guy himself. In the middle of the night, he even took out Zhou Jingyun, the top-ranked beauty in Nanjing, to fool around alone, which was quite daring and bold. Qiao Liu even felt a little regretful - if they weren't sworn enemies, he would really have liked to be friends with this guy.

  "Let's have some fun."

  Chen Ergou also stopped in his tracks, leaving Zhou Jingru with a dazzling yet warm and arrogant back view. She even felt that this was probably the most impressive scene she had ever seen in her life - a Northeastern man, holding two knives, smoking a cheap cigarette she had taken a puff of, standing alone in front of her to face a group of desperate fugitives.

  "Want to have some fun?"

  Qiao Liu sighed affectedly, glanced at the group of heavily armed northwest ruffians behind him, and then turned to look at Chen Er Gou with a hypocritically sympathetic expression, saying: "If you're just going to play around, today you'll definitely end up in my trunk. I don't like guns, they're too clumsy, in my eyes the king of cold weapons is the knife, so the people I've hired are all skilled with knives, these men were dug up from Shaanxi and Inner Mongolia, can also be called chopping hands party, Chen Fusheng, do you want to challenge our 12th man?"

  "That thing in your hand isn't bad." Chen Ergou seemed to be in no hurry to charge forward, his knife tip pointing at Qiao Liu's hand holding a similarly exquisite weapon, with a smooth blade surface, an inclined knife tip and an extremely curved body.

  "This is called a skinning knife. It's not very useful in actual combat, but it's the most convenient for handling things afterwards. I really like using this to serve those who don't see eye-to-eye with me."

  Qiao Liu held a skinning knife in one hand and took another knife from the man beside him with his other hand. His greatest pleasure was to show off the knives he had collected by all means, even designing them himself. He gazed at the blade in his hand, almost infatuated, and said to himself: "My knife, standard length of a large hunting knife, Damascus steel material, arc grinding, have you seen its unique clamshell blade? It has the solidity of flat-grinding edge and the sharpness of concave grinding. It's simply the ultimate weapon for chopping people. Plus the unique scraping tip, sharp and narrow, can pierce ** The biggest drawback is that the knife tip is too narrow and may break off after piercing to the bone, but I deliberately didn't thicken the knife tip because I think leaving the knife tip in the body is the greatest respect for the enemy. Chen Fusheng, those two knives in your hand are, in my opinion as a connoisseur, simply crude and not worth mentioning."

  "Who knew there were so many nuances to knives?"

  Chen Ergou feigned surprise, smiled slyly, and narrowed his eyes: "I originally thought that as long as I could kill the beast, it would be a good knife if I could skin and debone it after finishing."

  "No nonsense, get me up." Qiao Liu ordered with a gloomy face after glancing around.

  Chen Ergou sprinted forward, his long knife flashing in the light. He first clashed with a burly man, using his left hand to deflect the man's attack while his right hand swiftly drew back and then thrust forward, unleashing a powerful slash that sent the man stumbling backward.

  The second opponent was caught off guard and was quickly stabbed by Chen Ergou's short knife. After landing this hit, Chen Ergou didn't press his advantage but instead turned to pursue Qiao Liu, who had retreated to the rear of the group. The principle of "capturing the king first" dictated that Chen Ergou should target the leader.

  Chen Ergou was aware that he couldn't take on all eleven bandits alone and that pursuing them would come at a cost. After dodging two slashing attacks, his long knife deflected an incoming stab, and in the brief moment it took for Zhou Jing to cover her mouth in shock, Chen Ergou swiftly countered with his short knife.

  The force of the opponent's attack was immense, and Chen Ergou's left shoulder was struck, causing him to stumble. However, he gritted his teeth and continued forward, using his body to knock the opponent flying. He attempted to break through the encirclement to capture Qiao Liu but found himself surrounded by six or seven bandits.

  In an instant, a flurry of blades descended upon Chen Ergou, who fought back with both knives, his movements a blur as he single-handedly took on the group.

  Crunch.

  Just as Zhou Jing was about to deliver the final blow, thinking Chen Ergou was on his last breath, this unassuming man suddenly chopped off Qiao Liu's prized war knife with one swing of his blade. Seizing the opportunity, he slashed at a blood-soaked arm, adding to the wails of agony. Within two minutes, Chen Ergou had taken down three people, while suffering three wounds himself - the lightest on his shoulder and the most severe on his back. With a face smeared with blood and an unyielding silhouette, he bellowed: "**** damn it, Wang Hu, if you don't hurry up, I'll skin you alive!"

  Almost at the same time, a dazzling light flashed on, causing a group of thugs to instinctively retreat and shield Qiao Liu, who was speechless with an ugly expression.

  A car skidded to a stop, its tires screeching out a sharp, ear-piercing sound as they rubbed against the ground.

  Whoosh.

  A spear pierced the night sky, brutally and unmatched, piercing a knife-wielding thug who had intended to take advantage of the chaos and kill Chen Ergou with one blow. The spear's tail quivered ceaselessly after being inserted into the ground. A refined and elegant man walked calmly onto the scene, followed by two men with vastly different appearances. He gently pulled out the spear from the corpse nearby, which still had warm blood on it. After wiping off the bloodstains, he tossed the spear to Chen Ergou, who almost simultaneously threw a dull knife back at him.

  Taking over the knife, he coldly glanced at Qiao Liu and slowly said: "Today, I'll teach you how Chen Qing plays with knives."

  White Horse explores flowers Chen Qing.

  "Wait."

  Qiao Liu spoke up, removing his sunglasses and gazing out at the dismal battlefield. He shook his head and said, "Chen Fusheng, don't make things bigger than they need to be. It's not good for anyone."

  Wang Hu Sheng and Wang Jie Fang ran to Chen Er Gou's side, the former not only didn't feel heartbroken, but also had some schadenfreude, saying: "The three cars of people from Shi Qing Feng's side are all waiting at the foot of the mountain, ready to come up at any time. Er Gou, you're so cool, taking on 10 or more alone, with a knife in hand it's a whole different story. From now on, I'll call you 'Will Play Knife' Dongbei Xiang Ma, this title is stylish and impressive."

  Chen Ergou gritted his teeth and tore off his shirt, ignoring the unscrupulous Wang Hu. He glanced at Qiao Liu, while Chen Qing was looking at him inquiringly about the outcome. Chen Ergou spat out a mouthful of water and said succinctly: "Kill him."

  "Chen Fusheng, Zhou Jingzhen's woman Wei Dongchong is in my hands!" Qiao Liu shouted furiously, "You dare to tear off your face, I'll make sure you can't even find her corpse."

  "Damn your ancestors! I've always been one who yields to the soft but not the hard. You dare threaten me!"

  Because the shirt was torn and pulled to the wound, Chen Erdog gritted his teeth and shouted at Chen Qing: "Give me the scum who shouted slogans to be hacked to death!"

  Qiao Liu was stunned, he roughly guessed that Chen Fusheng had set him up, and the affair with Zhou Jingzhen was fake, but being bait was true. He didn't even have the energy to jump up and scold Chen Fusheng for his cunning. This kind of trickery, where a mantis catches a cicada and a yellow sparrow follows behind, wasn't very clever, but usually not many people were willing to risk their lives to take a solo gamble. If he couldn't drag out those crucial few minutes, the winner tonight would still be him, Qiao Liu. But this guy didn't care about the lives of those around him and came up with a plan to burn everything to ashes. Qiao Liu's mind was in disarray, seeing Chen Qing almost cut off an arm with one knife, instantly taking down four people. Qiao Liu was on the verge of tears, like an ant on a hot pot, this was the most suffocating thing in life. He had too many pieces and resources that he hadn't used, only to capsize in the ditch.

  He doesn't want to die.

  Qiao Liu's mind ultimately came to only one conclusion: he could let go of the Wei family, with their women each more alluring than the last; he could let go of Chen Fusheng, that crazy plotter; he could even let go of his deep-seated hatred for his dead father being killed by Guo and torn limb from limb. But he had to live on, he was only 29 years old, hadn't played with knives enough, hadn't slept with women enough, hadn't drunk enough wine - how could he just die inexplicably in this desolate wilderness?

  Plop.

  Qiao Liu knelt down, looked at Chen Er Gou and begged: "Chen Ge, as long as you let me off this time, from now on in Nanjing I will be your servant. I swear to heaven that if I dare to take revenge on you, I will not die a good death, just like Wei Duan Gong who cannot have children to carry on the family line."

  Chaos.

  It had arrived at the best outcome he had expected, but the process was full of twists and turns, with many unexpected setbacks and troubles. This was Chen Ergou's greatest feeling at this moment, as he endured the pain all over his body. He wasn't a wasteful person, just a speculator who had developed a meticulous and obsessive personality from living in Zhangjiashan. He took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at Chen Qing, who had already reached Qiao Liu's side. Chen Ergou hesitated for a moment, then shouted: "Wait!"

  He called Wang Hu over and asked, "What about these wounded men? We can't just kill them all off and bury them on the spot, can we? And what about my own injury? Which hospital should I go to? Will it cause any trouble? Does Shi Qingfeng's group of people know the general situation here?"

  Wang Hu said with a confident smile: "It's not a problem, as long as you handle Qiao Liu properly, everything will be easy to say. Those people were invited by Qiao Liu to buy trouble, they are a group of unemployed and unwilling to return to the countryside to face the white eyes, choosing to take risks, breaking arms is a common thing in their line of work, as long as the money given afterwards is enough, it can be settled, but who will pay the money and how much, you have to worry about."

  Zhou Jingyun bit her lip and came to Chen Ergou's back, originally wanting to talk about Wei Dongchu's affairs, but seeing the man's entire back covered in bloodstains and scars, she widened her eyes and couldn't speak. She couldn't imagine how a human could survive after suffering so many severe injuries. Of course, she didn't understand Chen Ergou's tenacity during his days of drifting in the Northeast, being bitten by beasts or relying on bitter Chinese medicine to survive past 18 years old. Staying alive wasn't some remarkable miracle, just a duty.

  "Don't worry, Winter Worm, I'll definitely help you get back home." Chen Ergou said softly as he turned around.

  Zhou Jingru nodded slightly.

  No matter how much this man had humiliated, invaded and insulted her, it did not hinder her increasingly unquestionable trust in him. Zhou Jingfan deeply understood that this trust was hard-won, even if the man later used despicable means to forcibly possess her body. After this bloody battle of wits, she still believed every word he said without a doubt.

  With Chen Qing there, a group of thugs cried and shouted like they had seen the King of Hell. Several of them with intact limbs immediately dropped their knives and knelt down to beg for mercy along with Qiao Liu. Some even kowtowed vigorously. For them, dignity and pride were no more important than life itself. Without experiencing the fear of life and death, they would loudly boast that a real man has gold under his knees, but in reality, it was all useless.

  Chen Ergou came before Qiao Liu, squatted down and smoked, smiling and asked: "Qiao Liu, don't you want to die?"

  Qiao Liu nodded desperately.

  "Okay."

  "First, make a phone call and let Wei Dongchu go. If she's missing even one hair, don't you have a skinning knife? I just so happen to be best at this sort of thing. I'll help you disembowel her, anyway things have reached this point, I'm not planning on making a big deal out of small matters or making small matters into big ones, and all that nonsense about harmony bringing wealth is just rubbish. You know it in your heart, and I know it in my gut, don't try to be loyal or make poisonous oaths with me? I can make ten or so poisonous oaths with you for fun, believe me, I'm the 2nd most ruthless person in the world.

  Second, spend some money and send these cripples back home. 100,000 yuan per person, you pay the bill, and I'll help you hand out the cash."

  Qiao Liu wanted to speak but hesitated.

  Chen Ergou lowered his voice and said, "Qiao Liu, tell me, apart from you, who would most want the Wei family to suffer a calamity, or who could pose a direct threat to the Wei family?"

  Qiao Liu's mind was racing as he tried to figure out Chen Ergou's thoughts. He was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would suffer a terrible fate. At this critical moment, he couldn't afford to be careless with his words. After a brief pause, he said: "Actually, on the white path, as long as Wei Duan Gong dies, everything will be settled. There's no need to take extra measures against other members of the Wei family. It wouldn't be good for our reputation in the circle either. Besides, the big shot above Wei Duan Gong won't just sit back and watch the Wei family suffer too much. After all, Wei Duan Gong has done him a great service by giving his life. To be honest, once Wei Duan Gong dies, there will definitely be people who will kick him while he's down. He had made too many enemies in Shanghai and Zhejiang, and they were not easy to deal with. As for Nanjing, I'm probably the one who least wants the Wei family to have a good day. And I'm the only one who has the ability to do so. Of course, from now on, as long as Chen Ge is in the Wei family, I'll be walking on eggshells. Chen Ge, I'm not threatening you. If you decide to get rid of me, it will be hard to clean up the mess. Fang Jie's wife won't come out to speak for you, and you'll have to face my cold guns and dark arrows alone. Wei Duan Gong has someone backing him, and so do I, Qiao Liu."

  Chen Ergou nodded, with an expression of deep agreement.

  Seeing that there was a chance, Qiao Liu's heart was overjoyed and he hastily said: "Brother Chen, I admit defeat today. From now on, in Nanjing, you can eat meat while I'll just drink soup."

  "Cultivated people speak in a pleasant tone."

  Chen Ergou sighed, just as Qiao Liu thought he had succeeded, Chen Ergou's hand, which had been tightly gripping the spear, suddenly flashed and pinned Qiao Liu's leg to the ground. Qiao Liu let out a blood-curdling scream, looking utterly miserable. Not only did the group of thugs who had been scared witless by Chen Qingzi sneak glances at him, but even Wang Jiefang and Wang Huren couldn't help but look away. Chen Ergou threw away his cigarette butt, turned around and said: "Unfortunately, I'm not a cultured person, so it doesn't sound pleasant to my ears. I've already figured out what kind of person you are. If I let you go, I'll be the one who dies tomorrow."

  Bare-chested Chen Ergou sneered and said, "Wang Hu, let the people from down the mountain come up to clean up the mess. Chen Qingyi is watching from the side, don't kill Qiao Liu for now, I still have use for him. You guys handle the specifics. I'll go to the hospital first, if I die from excessive blood loss without being hacked to death, it's not worth it. Wang Jiefang, you drive."

  Wang Jiefang started the car, and Zhou Jingru also got on, sitting in the back row with Chen Ergou.

  "Now that the fish is dead and the net is broken, why not kill Qiao Liu? Wei Duan Gong has always been ruthless in this regard, cutting off all connections without mercy." Zhou Jingwen said with a puzzled expression, turning his head to look at the man who was fiercely smoking to alleviate his physical pain. The car had a strong smell of smoke and blood, both of which were the most distinctive masculine scents.

  Chen Ergou closed his eyes, his face pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead and rolling off, but he didn't make a sound.

  Zhou's heart skipped a beat, she stopped talking and grasped the armrest tightly with both hands.

  "Can I trust you? If I tell you the reason, can you keep it a secret for me?" Chen Ergou turned his head to look at Zhou Jingzhen.

  Zhou Jingru nodded, and the beautiful woman who had been locked in a gilded cage since she was 19 years old put Chen Ergou's right hand, which had burst with anger, on her thigh. Chen Ergou's hand, which had something to hold onto, grasped Zhou Jingru's thigh tightly, and the pain from his injuries was slightly alleviated by the warmth of her leg. He took a deep breath and slowly gave an answer that made Zhou Jingru look at him in surprise: "When I was young, my grandfather told me about the officialdom and bandits. If I killed Qiao Liu and eliminated the biggest threat, who would support me? Would it be Fang Niang or you? I don't want to be a second Guo Juewu, I want to be a second Wei Gong of Nanjing."