"I heard."

Chen Yuan lazily stood up from the straw mat and dug his ears, "Shouting so loudly, even the deaf can hear it."

"As long as you hear me," "Scabby Zhang" squinted at Chen Yuan and said arrogantly: "Mr. Hong told me that a 'big shot' will be here tonight, so you can perform well and double the reward if you win!"

"Double it, so good."

Chen Yuanpi responded with a smile, and asked casually: "Which 'big shot' is coming tonight? Is it Mr. Hu from the 'Sanlian Association', Fatty Tang from the 'Qingmu Hall', or a gambling contest?"

How many major shareholders of the alliance?”

"Yes..." "Scabby Zhang" almost blurted out.

Suddenly he closed his mouth, rolled his eyes, and coldly snorted: "Damn it, you will know it by then."

"Mr. Hong specially ordered you to wear psychic armor. Your opponent tonight is very strong. If your kid dies on the stage, hey, no one will collect your body!"

"The first half of the sentence is 'Mr. Hong's order', and the second half was probably added by you bastard yourself."

Chen Yuan sneered, glanced at "Scabby Zhang" and said, "Okay, tell Mr. Hong, I will do my best as I said before."

"It's good to know the faces." "Scabby Zhang" glanced disgustedly at "One-eyed Hao" who was sitting on the straw mat and was concentrating on painting, then glared at Chen Yuan fiercely, said "Let's go", and led a group of men

Leave the darkroom.

Chen Yuan held his chin with one hand, thoughtfully: "'Big Shot' seems a bit interesting..."

…

At 9:30 in the evening, "Scabby Zhang" arrived as promised.

According to the "procedure", Chen Yuan, who was wearing a black hood, was brought to Casino No. 12.

I have been doing my job honestly for so many days, and I have won so many gambling games in a row.

Mr. Hong finally let down his guard a little. He made an exception and removed the "guardians" around Chen Yuan, and instead sent people to follow him one after another to guide Chen Yuan in the direction.

After squeezing through the bustling crowd, Chen Yuan had his hood removed and immediately saw Mr. Hong sitting in the center of the luxurious booth.

Mr. Hong seemed to be in a good mood and was drinking and laughing with several local gang bosses in Blackwood Town. Old Ghost Hu from the "Sanlian Association" and Boss Tang from the "Qingmu Tang" were all present.

Seeing Chen Yuan coming, Mr. Hong invited him to come and sit down as usual.

Put a wine glass in his hand, ask him to fill it up, and lead him to take turns toasting to the gang bosses present.

Everyone who knew about it knew that Chen Yuan was a hostage in the hands of Mr. Hong. Those who didn't know about it thought that this boy was Mr. Hong's recently recognized godson.

When a group of subordinates saw this scene, they had long been accustomed to it and could only feel envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts.

Soon, Chen Yuan finished the toast.

Putting the wine glass gently on the table, he approached Mr. Hong and asked quietly: "Mr. Hong, are the 'big shots' you are talking about these local gang bosses in Blackwood Town?"

"What, you really want to know?" Mr. Hong turned his head and said with a faint smile: "You will see it in a while, don't be in a hurry, just wait."

"So mysterious?" Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's certainly not a mystery to me," Mr. Hong glanced at Chen Yuan thoughtfully and did not continue.

Instead, he put his shoulder on his shoulder, pointed to the boxing ring and said: "You have tortured all the G-level warriors in Blackwood Town. I specially applied to the Gambling Alliance to arrange an F-level entry-level warrior for you.

Give me a good beating soon, don't lose the face of our 'Xuanhe Gang'."

"F-level entry?" Chen Yuan frowned and said, "Mr. Hong, you think too highly of me. No matter how good I am, I'm just a G-level novice. If you ask me to leapfrog and fight with F-level, what does it have to do with delivering food?

the difference."

Mr. Hong glanced at him and said, "If I say you can do it, you can do it."

"You have to do it even if you don't?" Chen Yuan said sarcastically.

"You have to do it even if you don't," Mr. Hong said slyly.

After saying that, he looked at the group of gang bosses who were drinking alone, turned to Chen Yuan, and said sullenly: "Tell me in a low voice, I bet you two million tonight, and none of those fools believe that you can

In a leapfrog battle, each person has bet one million on your opponent. Whether you can eat the pension money of these old guys depends entirely on you."

"hehe."

For people like Mr. Hong, Chen Yuan could only respond with these two words.

He sighed softly and said, "Fight as hard as you can. Two million holes is no joke. I can't afford to lose."

"Yes, very good." Mr. Hong smiled obscenely, patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder, and said: "If you play well enough, I will introduce you to the 'big man'. If you can get his appreciation, I will recommend you."

Maybe your kid will ascend to heaven, and then I might still have to rely on you."

"forgive me……"

Chen Yuan looked indifferent, "Being 'appreciated' by people like you means you are ready to die at any time. I can't afford it..."

…

At the same time, a psychic car was braving the night and driving on the "King of Hell Road" leading to Blackwood Town.

There were three people sitting in the car.

The driver was a burly, bald man with a scar on his face. He had bright eyes and stared straight ahead. He held the steering wheel firmly with both hands and did not dare to lose his mind at all.

Sitting in the passenger seat next to him was an elderly man with gray hair and a thin face. He was wearing a black training suit and was sitting there with his eyes closed and meditating.

And in the back seat, there was a young girl wearing a fiery red silk skirt with a waistband and a charming face. She put her chin on one hand and looked out from time to time, looking a little bored.

The night was getting darker, the surroundings were dark, but the off-road vehicle showed no intention of slowing down.

The girl in red leaned forward, frowned and asked: "Uncle Long, it has been more than two hours since we set off, right? Why haven't we arrived yet?"

"Miss Jin'er, we're almost there," the scarred man responded respectfully.

"It's almost here again," Su Jin'er pouted and said, "I said it was almost here an hour ago, but it's still not here after driving for a long time. Humph, I really can't believe what you men said."

"Jin'er, don't be rude."

The old man in the passenger seat opened his eyes, turned his head slightly and said: "This road is not very peaceful to begin with. There have been changes in Blackwood Mountain recently, and it is even more dangerous at night. There is nothing wrong with Long Kun driving cautiously. Don't

Talk nonsense and distract him."

After thinking for a while, he added: "We'll arrive at Blackwood Town soon. Everything will be arranged by Long Kun and Xiao Hong. Don't do anything arbitrarily. Do you understand?"

"I know...Uncle Fu." Su Jin'er stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Although she was born into a noble family and had been extremely pampered since she was a child, she had to listen to the words of two people.

One is her mysterious grandfather, and the other is the "Uncle Fu" in front of her.

"Uncle Fu" has been by Grandpa's side for sixty years and is his most trusted confidant.

When Su Jin'er was a child, she didn't think Uncle Fu had anything to fear, he was just an ordinary old servant beside his grandfather.

As I got older, I began to realize how unfathomable "Fu Bo" was.

Especially after practicing martial arts and hearing about the "glorious deeds" "Uncle Fu" did in his early years, Su Jin'er began to feel awe of him from the bottom of her heart. Over time, this kind of awe has penetrated deep into her heart and formed a habit in her.

.

Seeing that she was finally honest, "Uncle Fu" turned to Long Kun and said, "This girl has been spoiled by the young master of the family. You are the elder, so don't be like him."

"Uncle Fu is serious, Long Kun is just a servant, how can he deserve the title of 'elder'?" Long Kun grinned and said: "Speaking of which, Miss Jin'er is innocent and straightforward, and I don't even have time to appreciate it.

How can you blame her?"

"snort."

Su Jin'er crossed her arms across her chest and turned her head away, but there was a hint of contentment that could not be concealed on her pretty face.

"Long Kun," Uncle Fu slowly turned his head and said to Long Kun, "I have wronged you all these years outside."

"Since 'that incident' happened, 'Long Tou' was furious. You and Xiao Hong were also implicated and were removed from the 'organization'. Over the years, although 'Long Tou' didn't say anything, I know that he is always

I am all thinking of you, after all... you are the disciples he taught personally. Except for the 'traitor', 'Dragon Head' does treat each of your disciples as his own children..."

"Uncle Fu, it's been so many years, why are you still talking about it?"

Long Kun smiled happily and said: "I have lived a good life in the Yun family these years. I have no worries about food and clothing. Mr. Hong has become the leader of a gang. I don't know how romantic and happy he is. Those of us who are disciples

, I only hope that the old man Longtou is in good health and has a long life, and I don’t have any other plans..."

"Is there really nothing left to do?"

Uncle Fu raised a pair of cloudy eyes, looked at Long Kun for a moment, and said with a smile: "You and Xiao Hong were brought up by me. What are you thinking in your heart? It's fine that others don't know. I can still

have no idea?"

When he said this, he looked at the dark night outside and said slowly: "You brought us here to see the so-called 'Guwu Miaozi' because you just want to lend me my eyes to identify that kid for you.

If the kid's talent is really good, let me recommend him to the 'Leader'. In this way, if you make great contributions, you will have a chance to gain the 'Leader''s understanding and return to the 'organization'. I said

Right?"

"this……"

After Long Kun heard what "Uncle Fu" said, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he forced a smile and said: "Everything... nothing can be hidden from Uncle Fu."

"Ahem..." "Uncle Fu" coughed twice and said with a smile: "I said, you were all brought up by me, and no one knows you better than me, including Longtou."
To be continued...