How many people have heard of the power of this big rich man from Shanghai Pudong? At first, seeing two unexpected guests appear out of nowhere, she thought they were going to play a new trick. Although unwilling, she didn't dare refuse. In her eyes, most men are perverts; apart from being with two men at once, she hadn't been whipped or dripped with wax, nor had she been ravished by various techniques. Men are all bad, just divided into rich perverts who have the money and ability to be evil, and poor perverts whose warped psychology has fermented due to poverty.

  She gently pulled up the quilt covering her plump chest, twisted her slender waist like a water snake, and signaled to the young junior beside her not to be nervous. With charming eyes as smooth as silk, she said coquettishly: "Sir, if you want to add them, you have to pay more."

  "You're just trash in the eyes of those who have money, and what I fear is that you'll have money but no life to spend it."

  Xia He sneered and stood up, revealing his sturdy buttocks and robust physique, which had been sculpted through long-term exercise. He put on his pants and quickly turned his mind, but he couldn't have imagined that they would find the Marsland villa. Having stirred up trouble and evil deeds, one must be cautious and cunning, like a rabbit with three burrows. Xia He alone had four residences in Nanjing, each far apart from the others, and he changed locations every day, fearing being ambushed by his enemies.

  He really couldn't figure out how Chen Fusheng's men could have found this place with just a handful of people, let alone that Guo Jie was still lurking in the shadows. As for how the two bodyguards inside the villa were quietly taken down, Xia He didn't want to think about it anymore. Having witnessed Chen Qingzhi's terrifying methods and heard about Chen Fusheng's knife skills as a modern-day bandit from Northeast China, Xia He's heart was racing with anxiety. He couldn't help but scold himself for indulging in carnal desires on the Buddha's birthday, thinking that he had indeed reaped what he sowed. Xia He gave a stern glance at the two Yangzhou thin horses behind him, whose faces had lost their color upon sensing something was amiss. He punched the bed sheet with a fist. Sitting up in bed, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the phone on the bedside table, and his heart skipped a beat as he felt a chill run down his spine.

  The truth comes to light.

  Damn woman! Is this Wei family woman already elbowing her way out?

  Xia He's heart was like dead ashes. At this time, Chen Qingzhi followed Chen Ergou's intention and took away the mobile phone, even the two Yangzhou thin horses' phones were not spared, completely cutting off Xia He's last chance to seek help from the outside world. Chen Ergou moved a luxurious chair with a rich Baroque style and sat down, without raising his legs in a proud manner, but instead inserted the Alaska harpoon into the edge of the chair, took out a pack of Nanjing cigarettes, lit one up, and used his signature three-fingered cigarette-holding technique. He narrowed his eyes to smoke, first smiling at the two bewildered chickens, using a Shaanxi accent he had learned from Wang Hu recently: "Don't be nervous, I'll talk to him about something, you two put on your clothes and go downstairs to the hall to drink some wine and watch TV. Don't make me embarrassed, I won't hurt you either, okay?"

  The two women nodded vigorously like a pair of chickens pecking at garlic, their speed faster than they could suck on a man's penis, fearing that these two seemingly innocent and refined thugs would suddenly turn violent and destroy everything. They understood more about the underworld than ordinary people did.

  Recently, many people in Nanjing have been talking about the tragic story of Qiao's father and son. One product chicken, since it dares to be called one product chicken, also dares to charge several times or even ten times the price of ordinary miss. Of course, it is not a common person who can afford such goods, so they hear interesting things naturally more. So they hastily put on their clothes in a hurry, and the speed is still surprisingly fast. Not at all adhering to the 12-word mantra passed down by seniors, undressing should be slow and long, dressing should be slow, nor caring whether it's spring or not, holding bags and shoes without wearing them running out, huddled together in the living room on the first floor, trembling with fear.

  "Sister, what to do?" A girl, who was probably only half the age of another Yangzhou thin horse, asked anxiously, almost in tears. She had just entered the profession and was simply blinded by vanity, with a heart that wanted to wear famous brands and eat big meals, best able to subdue a young master or a wealthy man. Who knew that after coming out to work only a few times, she would encounter such a thing? In their line of work, it wasn't uncommon for people to disappear without a trace, and thinking about this made her delicate little face tear up with sorrow, evoking sympathy.

  "Do nothing."

  A mature woman, although pale-faced, is calm and composed. In her line of work, apart from physical appearance, one must have determination and perseverance. When encountering a difficult client, she must endure. Even if it requires twice the effort, she can only earn a steady income by pleasing him. Occasionally, when caught in bed with a regular customer, she cannot panic. She must take the slap, the kick to her stomach, and let the other party vent their anger before calming down. Otherwise, after causing a scene, this rice bowl would be lost. A middle-aged woman, dressed in a formal white-collar uniform, tremblingly took out a pack of Dunhill cigarettes from her bag. White, slender, with a light flavor. After taking a puff, she patted the shoulder of a young girl beside her and said, "What's left can only be left to fate."

  "The phone is right there. Shall we call the police?" The young girl said timidly. For her, who was not very worldly, law, justice, and morality were still lofty concepts. In fact, they were indeed lofty. But having been trampled on too many times, those who had been steeped in the social dye vat for too long found it hard to retain any sense of reverence. She was still young, so she immediately thought of calling the police, while the mature woman beside her didn't even think of it.

  The mature woman hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Do you know the exact address?"

  "When I got off the bus and came in, I secretly memorized even the door number." The girl whispered. She seemed to be a careful person.

  A mature woman's inner fear still outweighs her thin sense of justice. Once her body is tainted and scorned by society, she can't tolerate too much noble sentiment. This is a kind of latent revenge. She watched as the little girl tiptoed towards the long-legged purple sandalwood tea table with the phone on it. Just as the younger woman was about to pick up the phone, the worldly-wise mature woman instinctively shrieked: "Don't!"

  The girl was startled, and the courage she had accumulated with great difficulty instantly vanished. She scurried back to the sofa and buried herself in the mature woman's arms, sobbing and crying.

  It turned out that the mature woman's weakness saved the little girl's life. A man with a vicious gaze and a cold expression appeared from around the corner, staring fixedly at the young thin horse who was desperately trying to call for help, slowly sat down opposite them, and said in a low voice: "Out to sell, still want to be a good person?"

  Then they saw a man carrying the unconscious Pudong millionaire down the stairs, followed by the young man with a knife, whose face was still calm and warm. The mature horse looked at this stranger who dared to openly abduct the wealthy businessman in Marsland, and his eyes added a few more curious and respectful glances, rather than just pure fear. Chen Er Gou didn't have time to experience the psychological journey of this chicken, and he continued to use his Shaanxi accent as cover, saying to Wang Jiefang, who was still wearing gloves: "This guy has a habit of installing cameras to take action shots, I've already dismantled the one upstairs. He said that on the second floor, at the corner, there's a Northern Song Dynasty flower and bird pattern plate with a camera installed in the center. Go smash it and then go to the study to delete the things on the computer, and see if he left any footprints or cigarette butts."

  Wang Jiefang went upstairs to take care of things, while Chen Qingzhi, who had already put the car key in his pocket, half-supported and half-dragged the Shanghai tycoon out the door. He opened the garage, tied him up like a rice dumpling, and threw him into the trunk. Then he sat quietly in the passenger seat, waiting for Chen Er Gou to arrive after exhausting himself in battle with Guo Ge Rui. Fortunately, Xiahe was just a weakling, and it didn't take much effort to subdue him. The two bodyguards they encountered at the villa were more of a concern for Wang Jiefang. Chen Qingzhi closed his eyes and rested, feeling invigorated by Chen Er Gou's ruthless but efficient methods. Killing someone wasn't difficult, but dealing with the aftermath was. After Chen Er Gou killed Guo Ge Rui, Chen Yuanshu sent two "clean" cars to pick them up. One took away Chen Xiangyao, Cao Jingjing, and Wang Hu Sheng. The other was given to Chen Er Gou, who immediately drove to the Maslan villa with the others. They quickly subdued Xiahe without needing Chen Qingzhi's help. All he had to do was put in a bit of effort and do his job properly, which made him feel carefree and exhilarated - just one word, awesome.

  Chen Ergou got into the car with two more business cards in his hand, muttering: "Miss Lian's business card is so exquisite, this world."

  Chen Qing smiled and said nothing.

  Wang Jiefang got on the car and sat in the back row, saying softly: "Second Brother Dog, how are you going to deal with those two women? Although they were frightened by your arrangement, I'm afraid that if we just leave them at the villa, something unexpected might happen. After all, the night is long and dreams are many, and when women get confused, they can be unreasonable."

  Chen Ergou put on the duck tongue hat handed to him by Cao Jing, lowered the brim of the hat, started the car and sneered: "After I got their business cards, I only asked them one question, do you have parents?"

  Wang Jiefang, who had just sincerely called Chen Ergou "Ge" for the first time, was shocked upon hearing this, while Chen Qing burst out laughing.

  Wang Jiefang is indeed a big deal, as Wang Hu said, he has more than enough to do small things. He can get away with anything without leaving any evidence. Chen Qing is even more cunning and ruthless, having killed people and set fires before. He's an old hand at this sort of thing, always leaving himself an escape route, like a rabbit with multiple burrows. It's almost as if the three of them together are unstoppable, just like the saying "three men make a tiger".

  Xia He was taken to a deserted factory on the outskirts, leaning against a concrete pillar, Wang Jiefang splashed a bucket of water to wake him up. Xia He opened his blurry eyes, Chen Er Gou held a cigarette in his mouth, Chen Qingzhi stood far away with his hands clasped behind his back and closed his eyes to meditate. The remaining Wang Jie was placed at the factory gate to keep watch. Xia He, who didn't feel that the situation had reached a stalemate where either he or the net would die, shook off the water droplets on his head and said: "Chen Fusheng, what's the point of doing this? Your real enemy is not me, but the woman you keep calling 'Aunt Fang', who has promised to drive you out of Nanjing with Qian Zixian."

  "Fang's aunt? She didn't try to eliminate me, so I won't fight her and the Fang family to the death. As for Guo Jue." Chen Er Gou opened his mouth, revealing a sinister smile similar to Wei Gong Gong's, making a throat-slitting gesture.

  "Go ahead and joke, Chen Fusheng, you're not that capable of bragging." Xia He said with a face full of mockery, feeling absurd. When he first saw Wei Duan Gong and Guo Qie Yu as partners a few years ago, he thought that even if Wei Duan Gong died, Guo Qie Yu could still survive. Although he had been holding a grudge against women like Fang Jie who were full of themselves, as long as Guo Qie Yu was alive, he didn't dare to confront Fang Jie and engage in a destructive game.

  "Believe it or not, that's your business."

  Chen Ergou snorted, took a drag on his cigarette, and sat down on a concrete bucket. "I brought you here instead of killing you directly at the villa because I want to hear some fresh news from your mouth. You've been doing evil deeds for so many years, you must have a lot of dirt on big shots in your hands. Just consider helping me out this once, and later I'll give you a quick death, rather than using that set of moves I used on the mountain goat, which really doesn't feel good."

  "Is Guo Jue really dead?" Xia He asked in a trembling voice.

  "It's been two hours since he died. You have a companion on your way too." Chen Ergou said calmly.

  Xiahe raised his head, looking despondent, and maintained this posture for five or six minutes. Chen Ergou waited quietly, not urging him on. Then Xiahe looked around the empty, dilapidated factory building, where only four or five candles flickered dimly in the darkness. He seemed unsure whether to curse loudly or wail like a ghost. Instead, he let out a deep sigh and finally turned to look at the young man before him, who had time and again surprised him, and said with a bitter smile: "Must I die?"

  "You won't die. My plan will be all for nothing, you say I'm a kind-hearted and soft-handed good man?" Chen Ergou laughed.

  "It's really true what they say, 'you can't stay on the riverbank and not get your shoes wet.' But I never thought I'd fall at your hands." Xia He's face was twisted in anger, his teeth clenched. Having just successfully infiltrated Nanjing by replacing Qiao's family, he hadn't even had a chance to show off his skills or taste the long-awaited Zhou Jingru, when he fell from the heights to the depths of despair. Xia He was unwilling to accept this, and his eyes fiercely stared at Chen Ergou across from him, as if he could bite down on the young man's flesh with his mouth. Xia He definitely wouldn't just take one bite.

  "Do you know how to dissect those beasts?"

  Chen Ergou waved the Alaska harpoon knife in his hand. Then he didn't speak, but instead made a series of hooking and stabbing gestures with the knife in mid-air. It was so familiar and skillful that it had great visual appeal. But for Xia He, who was about to experience it firsthand, there was nothing beautiful about it. He hadn't been through this before, but he had never been treated like an animal, having his belly ripped open. His skin crawled with goosebumps as Chen Ergou walked up to him and squatted down beside him, the knife pressed against his neck. "Make it quick," he said. "If I get impatient, I'll deal with you just like I did with Guo Jue. You're dead anyway, so that's a done deal. Getting information out of you is an extra bonus. Don't try to negotiate with me, I'm not buying it. If you want to suffer less, then don't play games with me. If you want to cry or curse, go ahead and get it all out. When you're done, talk. I heard from Zhou Jingyun that you're a devout Buddhist in private, so consider this your last good deed before you die. None of the people who do business with you are good people. By dealing with them, I'm indirectly helping you accumulate virtue."

  "You're cruel!"

  Xia He laughed wildly and unrestrainedly, almost laughing out tears, and choked up while laughing.

  Chen Ergou remained expressionless.

  Xia He's pale face and blue lips spoke in a dull tone: "Chen Fu Sheng, can you help me get some good wine and tea? I want to have one last good meal, preferably Henan cuisine. I've been poor since birth, grew up hungry, and these years were spent making money and chasing women, didn't have time to take care of eating."

  Chen Erdou shook his head.

  He thought for a moment, pulled out a cigarette and put it in Xia He's mouth, lit it for him, saying: "No wine or dishes, but cigarettes are fine, 20 yuan a pack, 1 yuan per stick, not bad."

  Xia He puffed heavily on his cigarette, like a dying fish that had been thrown onto the shore.

  Having almost finished a cigarette, Xia He asked: "Chen Fusheng, honestly answer me one question, you don't have any backing as the information says?"

  Chen Ergou smiled wryly and said, "What background do I have? Four people in my family, two are already buried, and one brother has been enlisted for less than a year. As for Chen Yuanshu, it was just a coincidence, not as mysterious as the outside world says. Of course, I'm not some kind of Kunshan... never mind, let me tell you something. I came to Nanjing because someone chased me out from Shanghai. Do you think I'd be willing to be a bereaved family's dog again?"

  Xia He cracked a smile that was neither cunning nor sinister, and strangely, Chen Er Gou still helped him light his second cigarette.

  "After I die, go to Pudong and find a woman named He Qiong. The things you want are all with her. She's just an innocent foolish woman. A long time ago, I had a rare moment of kindness, and she insisted on repaying me for the rest of my life. It wasn't worth it, alas, never mind that. Floating Life, I only hope that after you get what you want, you'll let her continue to live a peaceful and stable life."

  Xia He narrowed his eyes, as if he had finished handing over the last of his affairs and had said all he wanted to say. With a sense of relief, he lit a cigarette and began to reminisce in a soft voice: "Before you see me off on my journey, would you be willing to listen to a rather dull story I have to tell? These things have been weighing on my chest for over 30 years, and if I don't spit them out, I'll never be able to find the opportunity to say them aloud. If I don't say them now, I'll have to take them with me into the earth."

  "You talk, I listen." Chen Ergou also lit a cigarette, the atmosphere between the two men was tense and suspenseful, who could have imagined that one of them would soon take the other's life.

  He no longer smoked as fiercely as he used to, taking small puffs with a dazed expression. Perhaps it was true that "a dying man's words are always good." His tone was calm and gentle: "I'm a genuine rural Henan farmer. My parents were poor, but they were good people; unfortunately, we didn't have a good fate. My father got lung disease and lay in bed waiting for death. My mother, who wasn't in great health either, refused to spend money on his treatment because she wanted me to go to college. The day I received my admission letter, my father passed away. I know he died with his eyes closed, not blaming my mother for not saving him. The next year, while rummaging through trash, my mother accidentally broke her leg. I kowtowed to 46 relatives and acquaintances, but no one was willing to lend me money. When my mother passed away, I could only borrow 400 yuan from one person to bury her, and that person was a shameless guy who had pursued my first love in college. The girl dumped me after I borrowed the 400 yuan, slapping me in the face before cutting ties with me. In reality, she later became a nightclub hostess for just 80 yuan per time. My biggest regret at the time was not getting rid of her sooner."

  He paused for a moment, then continued: "Since good people don't get rewarded, why should I be a good person? After graduating from college, I was willing to do anything, endure any hardship, and do whatever it took to succeed. I would cheat, deceive, and betray others, all for the sake of money and women. If you want me to list everything I've done, we'd be here until dawn. But eventually, I made my first fortune and moved to Shanghai, where I founded the precursor to Pudong International Investment. At the time, I had four business partners. One was smart enough to leave early, but the other three... well, one ended up in a sack at the bottom of the Huangpu River, another was left half-dead after a car accident and is still bedridden today - and I even had an affair with his elegant-looking but promiscuous wife, right in front of him while he was recovering. The last one tried to plot against me, but ended up losing everything and jumping off the top floor of my building. I happened to be on the 27th floor, in what used to be his office, and watched as he fell out the window. Over the years, I've done countless bad deeds and only a handful of good ones. Although I've prayed to many Buddhas and donated plenty of incense money, I don't expect to avoid hell after I die. All I want is to live a few more years, enjoy my wealth and status, and maybe even have some pleasant dreams at night - and if someone were to kill me, that would be a great merit indeed."

  Chen Ergou remained silent.

  A person who is hated must have some pitiful aspects.

  Xia He smiled and said, "Chen Fusheng, I have no parents above me, no children below me, no worries about the future. There's just one unfulfilled wish that I want you to fulfill for me. I'm from a poor background, and I've never been able to change my nature of resenting the rich. So, in this lifetime, what I detest the most are those who wear a glamorous exterior but have a condescending attitude towards others, looking down on them as if they're standing at the top of Mount Everest. It's nauseating! When it comes to men, I just can't help but want to trample them; when it comes to women, I just can't help but want to take them to bed. Shanghai Zhuyeqing and Nanjing Zhou Jingzhen - if you have the chance, you must get into bed with these two women and have a wild time! As for Fang Jie, I think she's not your type, so I won't force it on you."

  Chen Ergou was crying and laughing at the same time. The bird's cry before its death is mournful, this guy is really something, still having such absurd ideas.

  In the midst of absurdity, there is always a hint of desolation.

  Xia He suddenly spat out the cigarette butt, exhaled a breath of air, closed his eyes and said: "Chen Fusheng, give me a thrill. Next life I'll have the chance to return you these 3 cigarettes."

  The second knife.

  Chen Ergou crouched on the ground, one hand holding a dagger stained with blood, the other hand pinching three cigarettes between his fingers, narrowing his eyes, his expression more resolute than ever before.