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Chapter 157

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    Ever since Xie Wendong joined the Zhongyi Gang, Tan Xiaochun knew that something big had happened and he had the intention to leave. Over the years, he had earned a lot of savings and planned to leave China and take his family abroad to live the rest of his life in peace without any regrets.  A terrifying underworld career.  After receiving the olive branch from the Soul Group, he scoffed and immediately rejected it without even thinking about it.  Since he was leaving anyway, he had nothing to think about.  Wei Ming is the only exception.  Ever since the Soul Group took the initiative to contact him, he was very excited and secretly lamented that there is no end to the road. With the secret help of the Soul Group, maybe Xie Wendong can't do anything to him. If he is more lucky, he can use the Soul Group to eliminate Xuanzi Dan.  Be the boss yourself.

    Among the three, Wei Ming is the one who responds most positively to the soul group.  Both parties have their own agendas and concerns. As the saying goes, they hit it off immediately.

    The venue for the meeting between Xie Wendong and Xuan Zidan was chosen at the Flower Hotel.  The latter was quite courageous. He knew that Xie Wendong had ulterior motives for the Zhongyi Gang and was even more eyeing on himself, but he still had no fear and chose the hinterland in the center of Beihongmen, showing a certain grandeur.  However, his grandeur still seemed a bit small in front of Xie Wendong.

    On the day of the meeting, Xuan Zidan arrived on time. He had a strong sense of time and was within one minute of the agreed time.  Xie Wendong still felt a certain amount of gratitude towards him, and went out to greet him. On the surface, the two of them were quite warm and intimate, but in fact, their mood was very different from before.  The two entered the hall and took their seats respectively.  There was no one around Xie Wendong. There was only a beautiful girl who looked like a secretary standing behind him. Her big, curved and shining eyes blinked from time to time. Even Xuan Zidan couldn't help but take a second look.  After some polite greetings, Xuan Zidan entered the topic first and suddenly said: "I think Mr. Xie is already determined to win over the Zhongyi Gang."

    Xie Wendong was stunned for a moment, laughed, and said: "Xiang Wentian, I don't think I need to say anything more about the power of Nanhongmen. The north and the south are not harmonious, and if you want to compete with them in the world, there is no way  The territory I can control is really dwarfed by comparison, and I can’t do anything about it. Can Brother Xuan understand what I mean?”

    That’s your business. What does it have to do with our Zhongyi Gang?  Xie Wendong's words seem reasonable and reasonable on the surface. If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to find the meaning of robbery.  Xuan Zidan sighed, he understood that power is truth, and in the underworld, whoever has strong strength and what he says is justice.  He smiled bitterly and said: "So, Mr. Xie is interested in the Zhongyi Gang who is closest to you and has constant civil strife." "Yes." Xie Wendong made no secret and said bluntly: "For the sake of the gang and the overall situation, I have to abandon some  thing."

    "What?" Xuan Zidan lowered his head in thought and asked casually.  "Conscience, friendship." Xie Wendong said calmly: "I owe you a favor regarding Bo Zhanhui. Unfortunately, I have to do something ruthless. When I step into the underworld, my life will not be the same.  It’s my own thing. Conscience is a luxury for me.” Xuan Zidan nodded and smiled bitterly: “I also understand this truth, but I must admit that in this regard, you have done better than anyone else.”  Everyone is good." "So," Xie Wendong looked up and smiled: "I have become a bad guy cursed by countless people." Xuan Zidan said quietly: "Originally, I came here hoping that through my words, Mr.  Come on, I can’t do it anymore.”

    Xie Wendong paused for three seconds and said seriously: "The underworld is a life-and-death world. Since your revenge has been avenged, why bother to get involved again? Just quit as soon as possible."

    "The underworld" Xuan Zidan shook his head slowly, "Just like the underworld, you will have to bear the name of the underworld for the rest of your life. You will quit as soon as you say you want to quit." In the underworld, everyone has enemies more or less.  When you are in power, they don't dare to look for you, but when you quit and lose your strength, you will be greeted by a storm of revenge.  People in the world can't help themselves. This sentence can exactly represent the psychology of people in the underworld.  Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes and said: "Go abroad, find a country and live a stable life."

    "I have considered this path." Xuan Zidan sighed: "Mr. Xie, I want to ask you the same question. If one day you are tired of the underworld, which path will you choose?"

    "Haha," Xie Wendong smiled with emotion and said, "I'm afraid that by then, I will no longer have the opportunity to choose my own path. Unlike you, now, at least you can still choose."

    Xuan Zidan changed the topic and said: "Not long ago, the soul group came to me, hoping to form an alliance with me." His words did not surprise Xie Wendong at all, and he smiled: "In the end, you didn't agree." "Oh? Mr. Xie  How do you know?" Xuan Zidan raised his eyes and asked.  Xie Wendong said confidently: "First, you are not a person who can be used by others. Second, if you really reach a consensus with the soul group, the place where we meet now should be your headquarters." Xuan Zidan nodded and smiled.  Said: "Mr. Xie has a quick mind and is indeed superior to others."

    "Soul group!" Xie Wendong played with the lighter, said: "If you have the courage to refuse the invitation of the soul group, I am afraid that Tan Xiaochun and Wei Ming may not."

    "If they really collude with the Soul Group, they will only perish faster, and they will not even have the last escape route." Xuan Zidan said thoughtfully.  "Well?" Xie Wendong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any way out?"  I can’t beat you, Mr. Xie, Wei Ming, Tan Xiaochun and I all have the opportunity to seek refuge with Xiang Wentian and find another way out, and I can guarantee that Xiang Wentian will never refuse.”

    Xie Wendong lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said: "I really won't refuse. If it were me, I wouldn't either." No one will refuse the person who can restrain his biggest rival to come to him.  Zhanrong smiled, raised his head, and asked: "Now, if you tell me this road, aren't you afraid that I won't even leave you the last road?" "That's not important anymore. I decided that I should respect Xie  Sir's advice." Xuan Zidan said word by word.  His words surprised Xie Wendong. He thought that Xuan Zidan would not easily give up everything he had worked hard for in just a few words. He should at least go through several tough battles before he could back down.  Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Brother Xuan has made a decision?"

    "Well, I thought about it carefully just now. This is the best way." Xuan Zidan is indeed a smart man. He wants to use his strength to get caught in the vortex of the three-party struggle between the North and South Hongmen and the Soul Group. If he always maintains  Independence will only lead to death, but if he joins any of them, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction and hostility from the other two parties, and he will still become the primary target of attack.  He couldn't afford to offend or fight any of the North and South Hongmen or the Hun Group.  After much thought, quitting was the only way to survive.

    Xie Wendong smiled sincerely, nodded and said: "It would be great if you can understand the truth. I hope you will be fine. Let's go. Leave early so that you don't get angry."

    "Thank you!" That's it. There is no need to say anything more.  Xuan Zidan stood up and said, "I wonder if there will be a chance to meet Mr. Xie again in the future?"

    "If," Xie Wendong said with a wry smile, "if I, the bad guy, are not dead yet, I think there will be a chance." "Haha!" Xuan Zidan was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "With Mr. Xie's wisdom, I  I don’t think there are many people in the world who can put you to death.” “Well~” Xie Wendong shook his head and said sadly: “No matter what, I am still a member of the underworld. If one day, the country gets tired of me, the government only needs  One sentence can make me die a hundred times."

    "Haha, I think if Mr. Xie is cautious enough, that day will never come." Xuan Zidan shook hands with Xie Wendong and walked away.

    "Brother Dong? Do you think he really wants to quit?" As soon as Xuan Zidan left, Jiang Sen came out from nowhere.  Xie Wendong nodded and said: "There should be no problem." "How can Brother Dong be so sure that he didn't lie to us?"  If I were him now, there would be no better way than quitting this 'game'." "Alas!" Jiang Sen sighed and said, "I hope he is telling the truth, and I hope he can reconcile with me.  Brother Dong is just as smart." "What's wrong?" Xie Wendong asked with a smile: "You seem to be very concerned about Xuanzi Dan?" Jiang Sen shrugged and said, "I just don't want to kill someone who has helped us."  "Haha!" Xie Wendong laughed: "Keep your bullets and polish your knife. Sooner or later it will be useful."

    Jiang Sen smiled proudly and said: "Xue Sha has never been afraid of fighting. Right? Xiaofeng?" The girl looked at him and then at Xie Wendong. She said nothing. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but she didn't know what to say.  Jiang Sen pretended to be resentful and said: "Why don't you speak for me? Oh, really, what do you mean by that sentence? What you get married is a waste of water, it's true"

    Xuan Zidan left, and so did Tan Xiaochun. There was no news beforehand, as if the world suddenly evaporated, leaving only the Zhongyi Gang, a mess riddled with holes, and people who were addicted to it, fighting for the unfulfilled dreams in their hearts.  People who fight for their dreams.  Wei Ming should have been happy that his biggest competitor had withdrawn. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the slightest bit. Instead, he felt a sense of loss and loneliness, as well as fear. In the future, he would have to face that terrible enemy, Xie Wendong, alone.  The soul group promised to help him, but he did not dare to put all his expectations on the soul group.  The originally chaotic Zhongyi Gang became quiet with the withdrawal of the two giants. At this time, they finally felt the threat of Xie Wendong.  When the major leaders decided to unite to boycott Xie Wendong, it was already too late.

    July 25, the rain has stopped and dark clouds cover the sky.  Men Chuanfang, one of the powerful leaders of the Zhongyi Gang.  Surrounded by everyone, he walked out of the hotel with square steps.?There are his cronies around him, as well as his lover who has made him spend countless ecstasy nights.  He pushed aside the younger brother who was holding an umbrella for him, looked up to the sky, and let out a long sigh. He didn't know why, but he always felt very depressed these days. Maybe it was because of the rain, or maybe it was the relationship between Xuan Zidan and Tan  The relationship between Xiaoharu and Xiaoharu who disappeared inexplicably.  Just as he was sighing with his head raised, a motorcycle was speeding by the roadside. When it passed in front of his group, the speed of the motorcycle slowed down slightly. Then, a black shadow shot out from the rider on the car and went straight to Men Chuanfang's face.  Before he could react, the boy next to him screamed and pushed him away hard.  ‘Pa’, the black shadow fell to the ground, and everyone stepped forward to pick it up. When they looked down, it turned out to be a card with a dark bottom and a blood-red word ‘kill’ on it, which took up more than half of the post.  "Ah! Black post!" After Men Chuanfang saw it clearly, he subconsciously screamed.  When his men heard this, without saying a word, they all pulled out their weapons and chased in the direction where the motorcycle disappeared.  Men Chuanfang, however, held the black post in his hand and remained motionless, dumbfounded, without even blinking. Wendong's black post, whose name he had only heard of in the past, fell into his own hands today, and all kinds of rumors came to his mind.  "What's wrong?" The little lover beside him didn't understand his mood, and blinked his big eyes and asked in surprise.  "It's nothing, I'm just scared." Men Chuanfang didn't say anything, but someone on the side answered for him.  I saw a person walking out of the hotel, his whole body covered in black, as if his whole person was integrated into the darkness.  A black scarf covered his mouth under his nose, and his eyes shone with a piercing light.  Men Chuanfang suddenly turned his head quickly, opened his eyes wide, and his heartbeat quickened, "Who are you? Do you want to kill him with blood?" When he saw the man in black, he was still about ten meters away from him, but he had just spoken.  By the end, the man was in front of him, and at some point a knife appeared in his empty hand, a pure steel machete that was so bright and flawless.  When he finished speaking, the man in black had already taken action with his knife.  It was so fast that Men Chuanfang didn't even feel any pain. He just felt a cold feeling in his chest, as if a piece of ice suddenly entered his body. It was so cold that it froze his entire heart.  The world in front of him began to blur. He seemed to hear his lover's scream and the angry screams of his brothers not far away. However, everything became unimportant.  Men Chuanfang slowly fell to the ground. The man in black pulled out the knife with an expressionless face, and habitually shook off the blood on it. He glanced coldly at the girl next to him who was shouting with all his strength. Without saying anything, he ducked past her.  Head straight for the street.  In the middle of the road, a motorcycle seemed to have been calculated and arrived on time. Before the motorcycle stopped, the man in black jumped on it, "vomiting" a wisp of black smoke, and the motorcycle disappeared in the street in an instant.  The end.  Everything happened so quickly, leaving only a body on the field and the black card still in his hand.  Men Chuanfang's assassination was just the beginning, not the end.  As he died, black posts about the bloody killing continued, causing people to panic. Within a few days, no fewer than seven leaders of the Zhongyi Gang died under black posts.  At this time, the entire underworld in Japan was shocked. They finally felt the horror of bloodshed. It was a kind of terror that would scare even people in their dreams.  The black card, a small card, has become a life-threatening charm. Once the black card is sent out, there is no time to reply.  {Piaotia Literature www.piaotia.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}
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