The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The night was as dark as ink.
The hospital was already filled with Yin energy. Coupled with the middle-aged man in the Chinese tunic suit under the old tree, it looked even more demonic. The temperature dropped sharply.
It was eleven o 'clock at night. The entrance of the hospital was deserted. There were only a few passers-by walking on the wide street under the street lights. The atmosphere was quite demonic. Xiao Zheng calmed himself down and walked out of the hospital calmly. Then, he walked toward the middle-aged man under the tree.
He didn't hide, nor did he want to escape. He wouldn't run away.
Xiao Zheng was never a man who ran away. Even when he returned to the country and stayed in a society where he had to abide by the rules, Xiao Zheng didn't lower his head to anyone. He just learned to be tactful and learned how to make use of others' strength.
"Don't do too much. Fate is bound to end early. "
This was a Buddhist scripture that Xiao Zheng heard from his mother-in-law on Mount Feng Ming. Xiao Zheng, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, had a deep understanding of this. And he believed it.
Of course, Xiao Zheng was very clear that his mother-in-law was intentionally or unintentionally reminding him of this. Just like the Buddhist beads, its purpose was to soften his hostility.
Xiao Zheng might not have done it well, but at least he didn't make things too big. He didn't force himself into a desperate situation.
Just like Ye Canghua said, this was Yan Jin. Those sitting in the car, walking on the road, and talking in the restaurant, which one of them wasn't a big shot? Although it was satisfying to show off for a moment, it also cut off his path of retreat.
Fortunately. Xiao Zheng endured it.
He endured Yen Teng-kuei's murderous intent. He endured Yan Shang's Hongmen Banquet. He was like a carp swimming against the current, taking advantage of loopholes and taking advantage of loopholes. Finally, he crossed the river like he was walking on thin ice.
He walked slowly toward the man in the Chinese tunic suit. The closer he got, the clearer the middle-aged man's appearance became.
This was a middle-aged man that Xiao Zheng had never seen before. He was very unfamiliar, and there was an indescribable sharpness in his face. After a few seconds of confusion, Xiao Zheng figured out what was going on.
This man didn't have eyebrows.
Without eyebrows, he would naturally look sinister. It was even demonic.
This middle-aged man was a sinister and demonic man. Even though he was wearing a set of Chinese tunic clothes, it could not conceal his demonic aura.
And a murderous aura.
Who was he?
Xiao Zheng had no impression of it at all.
But at this moment, the only thing that Xiao Zheng could be sure of was that he was stronger than Yamamoto and more vicious than Ye Jun. He might even be the strongest opponent that Xiao Zheng had ever met in his life. At least for now.
Whether it was Yamamoto or Ye Jun, they were just famous killers on the list. Assassins were destined to only be able to refine their weapons and lose their aura. It was only a momentary struggle. With such a realm, even if he was invincible and unstoppable, he would not be able to withstand it. In the end, it was just a killing weapon. It would be difficult for him to advance any further.
However, the middle-aged man in front of him was clearly different.
There was a murderous aura around him, but his expression was very calm. His eyes were exceptionally bright. He was neither sinister nor cruel.
As the saying goes, 'Vajra Does Not Get Angry But Show His Majesty.' Was this the realm he was at?
Xiao Zheng was sure that he was not a pure killer. Or rather, he was not a killer at all. Instead, he was a powerhouse who had transcended the goal of killing. He had reached the realm of King Kong when he attacked and Bodhisattva when he stopped.
Xiao Zheng was unprecedentedly calm as he walked steadily to the tree. He raised his eyes and looked at the calm man in the Chinese tunic suit.
"Are you waiting for me?" Xiao Zheng asked calmly.
"Yes. Waiting for you. "The man in the Chinese tunic suit nodded lightly and opened his thin lips slightly.
"May I know who you are?" Xiao Zheng really wanted to know the real identity of this person. He did not believe that a man who possessed such a realm would be a nobody.
"Is it necessary?" The man in the Chinese tunic suit asked. "If everyone asked for my identity and name, wouldn't I be very tired? I'm not a customer service agent. "
He seemed unwilling to answer this question. Just like what he said, everyone asked and everyone answered. It was really too tiring.
"Seems like you have killed many people," Xiao Zheng said slowly.
"Every year, there are a bunch of young people like you. I'm used to it, "the man in the Chinese tunic suit said with a relaxed expression.
It seemed like he was already a little tired of this matter. But at least, he was a little numb.
What was the meaning of the so-called young talents and the so-called scholarly knowledge? No matter how brilliant one's life was, it was still short. In this city, talent was never the best weapon to climb up the social ladder. Living was.
"You don't even have much interest in killing me," Xiao Zheng said slowly. "But for me, it's a big event in my life. The biggest event. "
"If you were me, you wouldn't have any interest." The man in the Chinese tunic suit said meaningfully. "I even doubt whether you are really that capable? Are you really talented? Can you really climb to the top if you keep fighting? "
"In the beginning, I still had a little bit of respect and pity for you. But now, I find that you are no different from ordinary people. You can't even save your own life, "the man in the Chinese tunic suit said with a sense of loss. "It's been more than 20 years. The people who stood at the top have changed from the young to the middle-aged and old. The ranking has changed, but the people are still the same. None of them stepped down from the altar, and none of them climbed up. Some of them disappeared before they could show their talents. Some were like you. You just got noticed by people, but you stopped abruptly and got involved in a dead end. "
"I really don't understand." The man in the Chinese tunic suit shook his head and sighed. "You can't even control your own life, so where did you get the confidence to be so arrogant and pretentious?"
Xiao Zheng's expression was still calm, and his eyes were still calm. However, the corners of his lips curled up subtly. "So, you've killed too many young people like me?"
"This year alone, you're the fifth," the man in the Chinese tunic suit said honestly. "I can't remember the number of times I've been doing this."
"Then, do you think it's reasonable to kill me or people like me?" Xiao Zheng pursed his lips and asked. "Can you stand?"
"The ground is under my feet, and there's a tree beside me. When the tree is big, even if I stumble, I can still hold on to it," the man in the Chinese tunic suit said. "What about you?"
"Me too. The ground is under my feet, "Xiao Zheng said calmly. "Then I can stand."
The man in the Chinese tunic suit laughed openly and with contempt. "At least you have more courage than those people like you. Half of the people I've killed would pee their pants in fear at this moment. "
"That's all I've said. I still don't know who you are, "Xiao Zheng said slowly. "Leave your name. Whether you go to hell or heaven, at least you'll have something to remember."
After a pause, Xiao Zheng said calmly. "My name is Xiao Zheng."
"Guandong He Zhuguo."
"So it's you." Xiao Zheng's eyes lit up as he pursed his lips. "You really are hiding under the feet of the emperor."
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