[Continue to ask for subscriptions shamelessly. If you spend 200-300 Zongheng coins a month, you can give thirteen days of encouragement. You don¡¯t have to have monthly tickets, you don¡¯t have to have red tickets, you don¡¯t have to have rewards. Let¡¯s increase your subscriptions. Now "Bai Mei" ¡·We are sprinting towards the 500-mark of Junding, and there will be a big explosion when Junding reaches 500! ¡¿ "Sit down!" Mr. Mo sat on the asphalt road very casually, without the deliberate and pretentious cleanliness of a big man. He just sat peacefully as if he were at home, and then said: "Since you are Niu Zhishan's adopted sons, I don¡¯t want to hide it from you. Strictly speaking, your adoptive father saved my life.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Niu Haoling simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at Mr. Mo with bright eyes. Since he was saving his life. If he is so kind, then he can make some money no matter what, right? Tieniu carried the unconscious Le Baiyuan and stood next to Niu Haoling, with a hint of curiosity and fascination on his face. "I started practicing the Five Tigers Cutting Sword Technique at the age of sixteen, and joined the army at the age of eighteen! I participated in the Anti-Japanese War! The Civil War between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party! Even the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea!" Mr. Mo's first words stunned Niu Haoling, and he murmured Said: Damn it! So how old is this guy? Mr. Mo's eyes were also full of yearning. He sighed softly: "When I joined the army, there was only the Jiang family army. I was in the wrong team!" "A lot of things happened after liberation. All my disciples died. ." Mr. Mo said this through gritted teeth. Niu Haoling comforted him: "Those years are really regrettable. Mr. Mo, everyone makes mistakes. Let the past be in the past. At least you have fame and status now." Mr. Mo nodded heavily: "That's easy for you! These young people can't understand those days! If Mr. Zhang from Fu Shoutang hadn't helped me, I might have disappeared with my group of disciples. "No matter how good your skills are, you will be knocked down by a brick. This is a popular proverb. At that time, every village was armed and every house had a machine gun. Even if you were an immortal, let alone Kung Fu, you would not dare to compete with the state machinery. Grandmaster Xue of Xingyiquan is a clear example. . You can play and dance, right? I'll shoot you with a machine gun. It is understandable how difficult it is to rescue a former officer of the Chiang Kai-shek Army during the period from 1966 to 1976. Hearing this, Niu Haoling couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the powerful heritage of Fushoutang. Their greatest heritage is to spread kindness appropriately, which is like planting a sapling. When you face the scorching sun, this sapling will grow into a towering tree to protect you from the scorching heat of summer. It can be said that Mr. Mo was the sapling planted by Mr. Zhang back then, and now it has become a big tree that Fushou Hall relies on. Back then, Fu Shoutang knew a little about the ways of the world, which is very different from the current Fu Shoutang, which is all about profit and money. In fact, not only Fu Shoutang, but also with the advent of reform and opening up, many organizations and individuals have no limits. His mind has opened up and he has become radical, profit-oriented, and faithless. "With the help of Fu Shoutang, I regained the confidence I had in the past." Mr. Mo continued: "Until the man named Wang Qingyou appeared, he almost changed my destiny." "Wang Qingyou?" Niu Haoling had heard of it for the first time. He secretly guessed that this Wang Qingyou was not the domineering old man he met in Qizhou Building, right? I heard Mr. Mo mention the prince just now, and Niu Haoling vaguely remembered that the old man was also called the prince. "You don't know, he's just an idle little gangster." Mr. Mo's face darkened and he hummed: "That was when Qizhou was just reforming and opening up. As a bodyguard, I accompanied a deputy governor in charge of the economy there. Malaysia Research. " "Malaysia is a federal country composed of thirteen states and three federal territories. The internal management is extremely loose, and the political power is mainly attached to several large consortiums. To put it bluntly, they are foreign mafia organizations. Mr. Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Because of my reputation in Qizhou, I provoked this man named Wang Qingyou." "He wants to fight with me!" Mr. Mo's tone was solemn. "Is his head broken?" Niu Haoling sneered and flattered Mr. Mo cleverly. Mr. Mo shook his head: "He does have some kung fu skills, but his skills are about the same as yours." Niu Haoling's expression froze and he said angrily: "What do you mean 'a little bit'? What do you mean 'just'? Is this old guy insulting me?" "He didn't have a broken head, but he wanted me to admit defeat on purpose." Although Mr. Mo spoke vaguely, Niu Haoling also understood the meaning. At that time, Mr. Mo was at the peak of his physical fitness and career, and was known as the Qi Qi. The legend of the state is extremely famous in the world. If he beats him, then the man surnamed Wang will become famous in the world. On the one hand, he can improve his worth and status, and on the other hand, he can make a lot of money.After all, only a fool would buy the one with the surname Wang to win in such a disparity bet. Now Niu Haoling has confirmed that this guy named Wang Qingyou is not the 'Prince' he met. Although he has only met the 'Prince' once, he can feel the innate murderous aura in this old man. And arrogance, this is a kind of temperament that is difficult to change and would rather bend than bend. It is also a unique temperament that Niu Haoling will find difficult to possess in his life. Niu Haoling asked tentatively: "Senior, did you agree?" Mr. Mo sneered: "I agreed to him, and then killed him in the ring!" "Sigh~~~~ He also doesn't understand the ethics of the world. The only thought left in Niu Haoling's mind. As if he understood what Niu Haoling and Tieniu were thinking, Mr. Mo added: "So, I quit the arena and am willing to be a gangster." Being a gangster who is more powerful than the gangsters? Niu Haoling couldn't help but look at Mr. Mo again. "Wang Qingyou has an uncle named Wang Chen, who is known as the prince. He is a master." Mr. Mo's face showed a strong murderous intent: "The fatal wound on my body was left by him. That's what Niu Zhishan used to do. Use the pole to block his last killer move for me! Otherwise¡ª¡ª" Mr. Mo's eyes fell on the pole in Tieniu's hand, and his eyes became much softer. "Then how did the senior know that he was from the Four Kings Association?" Niu Haoling broke the casserole and asked. Mr. Mo said: "The reason he killed me was because I killed the future heir of the Four Kings Association." The heir to the Four Kings Association? Isn¡¯t that me? Niu Haoling's expression was very astonished. The guy Wang Qingyou who was in love was still his senior. Wang Chen wanted to kill Mr. Mo, probably not because Wang Qingyou was his nephew. The main reason was that Mr. Mo had killed the tester who might be the first successor of the Four Kings Association. If someone kills him, will the old man show up too? Niu Haoling remembered clearly that this mysterious prince had secretly protected him for a month. At this point, Mr. Mo¡¯s story is the final chapter. He is not suitable for telling stories. A passionate story that should have been exciting was told by him as dull as drinking water and eating. If Niu Haoling had such an experience, he would definitely give a lecture for three days and three nights, and then spend money to tour various universities. Anyway, what college students learn in college can be used after graduation, except for hooking up skills. The rest are useless, not to mention poisoning numerous students. Finally, let¡¯s learn from those scholars and entrepreneurs who became famous after a blind cat encountered a dead mouse, and pieced together a book that even he himself did not know was written. Whose personal biography, good scenery last time. When you are alive, you should leave something to future generations, right? "It's really wonderful!" Niu Haoling took the lead in applauding, but no one responded. Mr. Mo got up from the ground and said: "I owe Niu Zhishan a life, and I owe a favor to Fushou Tang. Since ancient times, kindness has been more important than life. It is impossible for me not to help both. I can only watch Fushou Tang disappear. Likewise, I can't help either." He may take action against his benefactor¡¯s descendants. How do you think this matter will be resolved?¡± The hot potato was thrown back by him. Niu Haoling was still sitting on the ground. Regardless of whether he was sitting or standing, he had to look up at Mr. Mo. After a long while, he said: "Mr. Mo, I just want to say that the fall of Fushoutang is a foregone conclusion." Mr. Mo's face darkened, and then he heard Niu Haoling say: "You are someone who has experienced wind and rain, can't you feel it? Is it not me who wants to destroy Fushoutang? This is the trend! A government with centralized power and unified government cannot allow a giant to stand outside the system, no matter if it is for themselves. , or for the citizens of Qizhou. " Niu Haoling felt that his description was clear enough. With the wisdom of this legend, he could quickly figure out the key issues. Sure enough, as soon as Niu Haoling finished speaking, Mr. Mo frowned and said softly: "It's time to leave, alas."