As the door of the room slowly opened, the bruised and swollen He Guangying's expression appeared in front of us in a dim manner.

"Come?" Zhang Xingyu smiled and opened the conversation.

"Yes." He Guangying nodded his head dullly.

The two of them had a plain question and answer like boiled water. They had no level or any mystery, but they revealed the helplessness of He Guangying. This "smart man" who had always been eloquent in the face of his kind who was several times stronger than him, finally lowered his proud head.

After the two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, Zhang Xingyu yawned lazily, patted his mouth and stood up: "Why are you suddenly a little confused? Brother Lang, you two are chatting, I have to make up for it."

Without waiting for my response, Zhang Xingyu threw himself onto my bed in two steps, pulled open the cup, and wrapped his head tightly.

I know he deliberately threw the battlefield to me, just like he used to do, as long as the dust settled, he would always withdraw in time. In his own words, the wolf pack does not need two leaders. At critical moments, my voice is what everyone means.

"sit!"

After thinking for a while, I rubbed my cheeks and signaled to He Guangying.

He coughed twice awkwardly, and finally chose to sit opposite me, slightly short, and his eyes were just looking up.

I have to admit that He Guangying is an expert in psychology. He seems to always understand what kind of situation should be put on in an environment.

After sitting down, we were once again in silence.

The feeling was very strange, it was very similar to a couple who had to go on a blind date because of their parents, and they were like two homeless men who could not get along with each other. They obviously wanted to say something to each other, but they just found the right one.

“Huh…huh…”

One minute passed, two minutes passed, and seeing Zhang Xingyu on the bed snoring irregularly, He Guangying could no longer help, rubbed his cheeks and spoke slowly: "Brother Lang, the big baby... is talking nonsense. I have never given anyone an order to murder the He family. Although I don't like them, the same blood flows on my body. Can you believe me?"

I looked him back and forth from top to bottom, and shook my head calmly.

Perhaps seeing that I didn't believe it, He Guangying quickly raised his back and added: "Brother Lang, what are the benefits of me trying to get He's family? If they are not dead, I won't get anything. He Jinshan left me with a wealth of inheritance. To be honest, even if I don't do anything in my life, it's enough to be a second-generation ancestor who is busy waiting to die. I have no reason to go..."

"I don't care about the life and death of the He family." I interrupted with my lips: "This world is like a large hunting ground. No prey dies, and there are also preys that die. Maybe the prey in your eyes is a hunter in the eyes of others, which is cyclical, monotonous, but it is also in line with reincarnation."

"Yes!" He Guangying agreed with his head.

I touched my nose and asked, "I care more about who you are? To me, is it a hunter or a prey, what do you want to dabble in!"

"I..." He Guangying stumbled, and his hands unnaturally grabbed the corner of his clothes, sucked a few times before whispering softly: "I hope I am a hunter, but the reality is that I may not even deserve the prey."

"Who are you?" I leaned forward and looked straight into his eyes.

Feeling that I was about to put it on my face, He Guangying subconsciously shrank back and said repeatedly: "I am He Guangying! He Jinshan's illegitimate son. I have a lot of evidence to show my identity. If you don't believe it, I am willing to show it to you immediately. Lang Ge, I don't know why you suddenly began to doubt me, but let's just talk about the matter. So far, I have never destroyed any of your plans? Even if it's for revenge, I always adhere to the principle of caution and try to avoid all matters related to you as much as possible. Why do you suddenly... "

"Many years ago, I was almost arrested in the mountain city." I suddenly interrupted: "At that time, I thought I was completely finished, and I even thought about how to end my life, but later... a few of my friends kept it a secret. With their superb acting skills and their fabricated identities, they took me away from the Police Station. From then on, I believed that excellent acting skills can really save my life."

After saying this, I grabbed the cigarette roll and lighter left by Zhang Xingyu on the coffee table, lit one on his own, and then looked at He Guangying without blinking.

I understand what I mean very clearly. I have seen better acting skills than him, and I have never met a movie hero who is stronger than him. The so-called evidence he mentioned is just to let me see things. If I want to, I can weave some impeccable identities for myself anytime and anywhere.

"I am He Guangying..." He squirmed his lips a few times, his voice so low that if I didn't listen carefully, I had no idea what he was saying. Seeing that my eyes were still looking at him unwaveringly, he grabbed his side face and slightly raised the door: "I am He Guangying!"

This sentence seems to be confirming for him.

"Haha..." I grinned and burst into tears, and a white mist spurted into him: "Yes, let's just think you are He Guangying. Since your purpose is to avenge me, then it's time to get what you want. Wang Lin committed suicide, and Wang Pan would be ruined soon. Even Ao Hui's last thug, Wu Xiao, turned into Yunyan. You can almost flash people, why don't you leave?"

"It's not enough." He Guangying shook his head mechanically: "The culprit is still at large and it's not considered revenge at all."

"The culprit? Ao Hui or me?" I touched my Adam's apple and asked.

He Guangying did not respond, and looked at me mechanically like a marionette.

"Or we both count?" I said again.

"Hmph...bajibaji..."

At this moment, Zhang Xingyu on the bed turned over and flicked his mouth a few times like a dream. A five-inch photo of the size of a palm moved and fell to the ground. It was the photo of He Jinshan and He Guangying that we had obtained in the hands of Lao Tie's beloved.

I walked over and picked it up, and threw it directly in front of He Guangying.

Seeing the photos and the handwriting behind him, He Guangying's expression instantly became restless, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his bruised forehead.

I asked with a slight smile, holding my hands directly on his shoulders and head: "Do you have nothing to explain?"

"In the era of technological explosion, high school students who know a little PS technology can easily splice two irrelevant people on a photo, which is nothing strange."

Zhang Xingyu on the bed suddenly sat up, and then muttered like he was talking in a sleep, and then continued to snore.
Chapter completed!