The street lights on this street were dim, Chen Xing couldn't see her face clearly, only the graceful figure in front led them through a long and narrow corridor, Chen Xing smelled a bloody smell.

They entered a dark room, the old dark wallpaper on the walls had peeled off, there was a bloody man lying on the ground, a few sturdy thugs stood aside, seeing Lin Xiucheng coming, turned a blind eye to Chen Xing behind him , said respectfully to him: "Master Xiu, you are here."

Lin Xiucheng smiled and nodded to them: "Didn't I tell you to be more polite, why did you do this?"

Chen Xing stood behind him, poking his head, trying to see who the man on the ground was.

A thug walked over, grabbed the man's hair and picked him up and sat on the ground. The man raised his head and stared at Lin Xiucheng with extreme hatred: "Bastard!"

Chen Xing recognized it carefully, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. This man with blood and flesh was not the second uncle of Lin Xiucheng he saw in the mansion a few days ago.

"Second uncle," Lin Xiucheng not only was not annoyed, but politely motioned for someone to wipe his second uncle's face, "What are you talking about? The people under my command are disobedient, and it is not the first day you have known about it. ."

"I'm your second uncle!" his second uncle shouted hoarsely.

Lin Xiucheng listened with amusement: "When you and someone joined forces to swallow the cargo on the dock, did you ever think that I was your nephew? Second uncle, it's good to have an idea, but you have to weigh it up. Can you do it yourself? be able to eat."

His second uncle spat a mouthful of blood: "It's because I'm not as good as others. If you want to kill it, kill it, don't play with those fake things."

"Chen Xing."

Suddenly hearing his name, Chen Xing jumped: "Huh?"

"Are you afraid?" Lin Xiucheng asked him.

"Not afraid." Chen Xing replied.

Lin Xiucheng pointed at his second uncle with his chin and said, "What do you think of him?"

"Not so good," Chen Xing said honestly, "he wants to sell me."

Lin Xiucheng asked someone to hand him a gun: "Give you a chance."

He didn't go on, Chen Xing also knew what kind of opportunity this was. It was an opportunity for Lin Xiu to admit it, and it was also a bait for him to step into the abyss. After firing this shot, Chen Xing never turned back.

Chen Xing held a gun and pointed at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground. This man with a fat brain and blood all over his body raised his head and looked at him, holding back not begging for mercy.

Chen Xing risked his life. When he was fourteen years old, he fought with others. A mouth was opened in his stomach, and blood flowed all over the floor. Sent to the hospital, the orphanage's financial sister Xiaoyu guarded him by his bed, her eyes were swollen from crying.

After lying down for two days, Chen Xing finally woke up. She lost too much blood and her face was pale. She was reluctant to beat and scold her. Tears fell down one after another, and she said, "Chen Xing, if you do this again in the future, I really don't care. is you."

Chen Xing coaxed her softly for a long time, and promised her that she would never do such a dangerous thing again, so she didn't cry, and looked at Chen Xing with worried eyes, as if she didn't believe him at all.

Sister Xiaoyu didn't think it was wrong, Chen Xing was going to break his promise now.

He took the gun, it was heavier than he imagined, Chen Xing pretended to be indifferent, put his index finger on the trigger, put his thumb on the handle, clenched his teeth, and tried his best to stop his right wrist from shaking. Xiu Cheng suddenly spoke again.

"Forget it." He grabbed Chen Xing's wrist, took his gun, and shot his second uncle in the head.

The middle-aged man's brain was on Chen Xing's shoes. He was wearing black sneakers. The red and white turbidity stuck to the tongue of his shoes. His eyes were fixed on the hot corpse on the ground.

Lin Xiucheng put the gun back on the table, stretched out his hand to cover Chen Xing's eyes, turned his body and pushed it towards the door: "Let's go, what can I do."

On the way back, the two didn't say a word.

As soon as he got in the car, Lin Xiucheng pulled a few tissues and wiped Chen Xing's shoe.

He admitted that he regretted taking Chen Xing to meet his second uncle.

Lin Xiu had a hard heart and was unmoved by life and death, but when he saw Chen Xing holding the gun with a pair of pale and slender hands of a young man, his hands trembled slightly, just like himself when he had not deteriorated, he suddenly felt It was stupid to bring Chen Xing over and let him shoot.

He can make Chen Xing go bad, or he doesn't want to make Chen Xing go bad. Lin Xiucheng is the manipulator, and this does not need to be proved by anything.

Life went on as usual, Lin Xiucheng finally gave him a credit card and a key to his home. Chen Xing went to the language school during the day and wandered outside at night. Brushed the record, do not know what to do.

Lin Xiucheng listened to the person watching Chen Xing and mentioned it to him a few times, and then told him not to let the bodyguards follow him in the future. He doesn't want to kill people, and Lin Xiucheng let him go. If he really kills people, then... we'll discuss it later.

One Friday, after class, Chen Xing received news from Lin Xiucheng that he was waiting for him at the gate of his school. When Chen Xing went downstairs, he saw a sassy sports car. Lin Xiucheng got out of the car and helped him lift the door.

"Dad, the car is good," Chen Xing exclaimed, putting his schoolbag behind him, "When will you get one for your son?"

Lin Xiucheng glanced at him: "I'll take you to dinner today and meet someone."

"Where is it sacred?" Chen Xing asked.

"My cousin."

Chen Xing became interested: "What do I need to do?"

"unnecessary."

"Do you have a relationship with him?" Chen Xing asked with interest, "Is it also the kind of relative who wants to fight with you?"

"no."

Chen Xing clapped the gear lever and glared at him: "Can you not answer so briefly?"

"No." Lin Xiucheng said Shi Shiran.

Chen Xing rolled his eyes, put his legs on the fenders in front of him, his shoes against the front windshield, his hands behind his head, closed his eyes leisurely, and enjoyed the London evening wind blowing on his face on a rare sunny day.