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    Chapter 40: If you are not crazy, you will not survive.

    Zhao Zhiyuan has never had ambitious goals, but he is not a coward who is afraid of death. But when he saw Xu Wenyu's almost twisted and ferocious face, he suddenly thought that he had not yet completed his original goal of studying at Zhejiang University. The most important thing was to give Lao Zhao  Although it was wishful thinking to bring a daughter-in-law back home, Zhao Zhiyuan had determined to find a suitable daughter-in-law at Zhejiang University to take home for the old man to take a look at, so he followed his wish.  But when death came before him, the first thing Zhao Zhiyuan thought of as his wife was none other than Shen Anhao, the first time Zhao Zhiyuan had lost his previous strategizing skills in front of a woman. He was so nervous that he could hardly speak. Thinking of Shen Anhao, he was so quiet.  Zhao Zhiyuan's heart tightened unconsciously at the scene of playing the guzheng, and he cursed secretly: "I didn't expect that my failure to lure my wife to Lao Zhao's house cost my life. If I could go back, I would definitely give my best."  Two hundred fighting strength to win over that proud little red flower."

    Zhao Zhiyuan did not continue to fantasize, he pushed himself up and looked directly into Xu Wenyu's eyes, saying word by word: "If you want to kill me, I won't say anything else. If you touch Zhao Sanjin with one finger, I will kill you."  life."

    Xu Wenyu looked at Zhao Zhiyuan's gloomy expression, and ignored the threat, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "As expected of the Zhao family, the leader is indeed a man. To be honest, if Zhao Sanjin hadn't hooked up with you  If we have a relationship, I might let him go. He, Zhao Sanjin, is a man. At least I, Xu Wenyu, regard him as a man."

    Zhao Zhiyuan did not resist after listening to Xu Wenyu¡¯s words. His face gradually showed the initial confidence, and he smiled and said: "Do you think I will come to your Hongmen banquet alone without leaving any backup?"

    Xu Wenyu looked at Zhao Zhiyuan seriously, as if he could tell the truth of this sentence from his face. After looking at it for a minute, he suddenly laughed and said: "Do you think I will give you this opportunity? Just one minute.  Not coming? I can kill you in one minute."

    After speaking, he stomped on Zhao Zhiyuan's face, squatted down and took out a Browning M1911 from his jacket pocket, pointed at Zhao Zhiyuan's head and said with a stern smile: "Is one minute enough?"

    Zhao Zhiyuan suddenly saw a kind of madness in the man in front of him who seemed to have a morbid mentality. Zhao Zhiyuan did not dare to act rashly, but he would not appear to be compromising. He ignored the pistol pointed above his head, calmly and with a natural expression, raised his head and looked at Xu Wenyu and said: "Stop it.  Pick up your gun. If you just threatened me, I can tell you that you succeeded. If you want to kill me, you don't need a gun at all. Of course, if you want to die together, I don't mind if you use a gun to kill me.  readily."

    Although Zhao Zhiyuan's face was calm, he was extremely nervous in his heart. No one would dare to pat his chest and say that he was not afraid if a gun was placed on his head. After all, Zhao Zhiyuan was only a 20-year-old kid. Although  He had experienced many storms, but this was the first time he had a gun pointed at his head. Zhao Zhiyuan's palms were already sweating, and he clenched his hands tightly, but his face still showed the strategist who could see through people's hearts.

    Xu Wenyu was startled, then suddenly laughed loudly, and waved to the strong man standing behind him to come forward. Unexpectedly, someone let Zhao Zhiyuan loosen his bonds. Zhao Zhiyuan didn't know what kind of medicine Xu Wenyu was selling in the gourd, but he didn't resist.  As three men came forward and roughly untied the rope from Zhao Zhiyuan's body, Xu Wenyu smiled and said, "He is a man."

    After saying that, he picked up the Browning in his hand and put it back into his pocket, raised his empty hands, and said with a smile: "I'll give you a chance to defeat the 9 people behind me, and give you a chance to meet Zhao Sanjin."

    He walked to the back and sat on a chair, picked up the West Lake Longjing that had been prepared on the table and took a sip. He turned his head and looked at Zhao, who had nothing in his hand but was facing nine Xu family's dedicated thugs.  Zhiyuan, Xu Wenyu raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a tricky smile.

    Zhao Zhiyuan stood up and moved his hands and feet, watching the nine cold-faced men in black suits in front of him gradually approaching him. Zhao Zhiyuan had always believed that he would run away if he could beat him, but at this time there was no trace of him.  Zhao Zhiyuan simply let go of the chance of escaping. If he faced one or two Zhao Zhiyuan, he would still have a chance to fight back. But facing nine extraordinary thugs all at once, Zhao Zhiyuan thought that he would be invincible with his bastard anger.  The only way to do this is to attack the enemy first. The nine men walked up to them and did not rush forward. They probably were concerned about their face. The last four men walked up to them. When Zhao Zhiyuan saw that the number of people was reduced by more than half, his psychological pressure suddenly dropped.  Zhao Zhiyuan turned his head and waited for the formation. The four people were not in a hurry to take action, and Zhao Zhiyuan did not dare to move. Stopping with silence has always been Zhao Zhiyuan's specialty. The four people stepped forward and surrounded Zhao Zhiyuan first.  Zhao Zhiyuan was not given a chance to escape. Zhao Zhiyuan had no shortage of experience in being beaten by a group. When he was surrounded by three wild wolves on the mountain, Zhao Zhiyuan was stunned to escape from the wolf's claws. Although he could not avoid bumps and bruises afterwards, he was wearing tattered clothes while studying abroad.  But he managed to escape. Although the four people in front of him lookedHe had extraordinary skills but was still less wild than the beasts in the mountains. Finally, after they were surrounded, one of the men who looked the thinnest took the lead to attack Zhao Zhiyuan. Zhao Zhiyuan closed his eyes and remembered what the old man said when Zhao Zhiyuan was doing Tai Chi.  That sentence.

    "With no force of intention, Tai Chi turns round and without cutting off. When you seize the opportunity to gain power, you can make the opponent's roots cut off. Each move must be carried out step by step, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River."

    The man's front palm struck Zhao Zhiyuan's neck horizontally. Zhao Zhiyuan raised his right hand and easily defused it with a move of four or two. He did not forget to use his feet and kicked the man's lower abdomen. The man could not dodge and was kicked to the ground by Zhao Zhiyuan.  On the ground, the people behind him put away their initial contempt when they saw Zhao Zhiyuan's sharp moves. Xu Wenyu was not surprised. If Zhao Zhiyuan couldn't even withstand the first move of these people, he would not be able to play the rest of the game.  It's necessary.

    When Zhao Zhiyuan stopped his hand, three people rushed forward. One person, Zhao Zhiyuan, easily fought back. When the three people came together, Zhao Zhiyuan clearly felt the pressure doubled.  Blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Zhiyuan didn't bother to wipe it off. The orthodox moves didn't work. Zhao Zhiyuan could only use the wild way he used to deal with animals in the mountains. Zhao Zhiyuan's originally upright body couldn't bear the punches and kicks, and he looked at a person.  He punched the man in the face and before he could react, he grabbed the man's hair, pulled him to his knees and gave him a hard knock. The man's eyes suddenly started to bleed. Zhao Zhiyuan showed no pity for the people in front of him, and kicked the man sideways while he was holding his head in his hands.  The man who rushed to the front hit the man with an elbow on the head. The man struggled a few times and then fell to the ground. The man who was kicked to the ground by Zhao Zhiyuan also stood up and joined the fight.  , Zhao Zhiyuan took advantage of the fact that few people were not in front of him, squatted down, picked up a brick from the ground, and slapped the nearest man on the head. Due to the momentum of the man, he was unable to dodge and was slapped in the face by Zhao Zhiyuan. The left side of his face suddenly swelled.  The old man, Zhao Zhiyuan, did not pause at all, and finished in one go. He took advantage of the situation and pressed his knee against the man's abdomen, grabbed the man's hair and threw him to the ground. Zhao Zhiyuan did not relax at all when he saw another Zhao Zhiyuan falling to the ground.  Zhao Zhiyuan, who was already red-eyed, didn't care much. He ran towards the man who was about to rush forward. He jumped up and put his foot on the man's chest. The man fell down and saw that there was only one person left.  At that moment, Zhao Zhiyuan rushed in front of him again. Zhao Zhiyuan took out the dagger he had brought with him but had not been found and stabbed it into the man's abdomen with lightning speed. The man looked in disbelief and never took out the dagger.  However, Zhao Zhiyuan struck suddenly at the last moment and was pushed to the ground by Zhao Zhiyuan unwillingly. Zhao Zhiyuan took back the dagger and put it back in his pocket without caring about wiping the blood.

    Zhao Zhiyuan raised his head with blood on his face and messy hair, looked at Xu Wenyu who had been sitting quietly on the chair watching the battle, and said: "Let the five of them come together."

    At this time, Zhao Zhiyuan's thin body looked particularly slender under the dim light, his slightly bruised face looked particularly ferocious, and his expression was calm and showed no signs of weakness after the fight.

    Xu Wenyu smiled, calmly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and said: "Yes, if you can continue to defeat the remaining five people, I will bring Zhao Sanjin to you."

    Zhao Zhiyuan looked at Xu Wenyu, who was still as calm as water, and rushed towards the remaining five people without stopping.  At this time, he was like a wild wolf that had been robbed of food, exuding the wolfish nature of a wolf and a tiger.  He has understood a truth since he was a child: in this era of wolves and tigers, if you don't become a wolf or tiger, you will be eaten.

    After another hard fight, Zhao Zhiyuan relied on the remaining anger from the initial fight and rushed into the circle of five people. He still aimed at a rampaging bully and struck him in front of him. At this time, he had forgotten to stop still.  He has forgotten the existence of everyone, and his only belief is to see Zhao Sanjin.

    "If you don't go crazy, you won't survive. This is the truest portrayal of Zhao Zhiyuan at this time.

    Zhao Zhiyuan was fighting against five people, which seemed to double the pressure. Since he had already fought hard before, he didn't have much strength left in his body, and he was defeated by the number of people. Zhao Zhiyuan looked extremely passive. After a while, his face was disfigured, his arms and legs  The only sigh in Zhao Zhiyuan's heart at this time is that in this world, whoever has the strongest fist is the truth.

    Zhao Zhiyuan was noncommittal when political power came out of the barrel of a gun. At this time, he thought of those "Calculus" and "Economic Management" that he had been reading all the time. They all looked like crap in the face of absolute strength.

    Zhao Zhiyuan does not think that his strength and physical strength have reached the abnormal level at all. He can only hold himself fast enough when escaping. The moves he practiced in small exercises pale in comparison to the disadvantage of numbers. There is only one obsession left in his heart, which is  Knock down the person standing in front of you and see Zhao Sanjin.
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