An urban village in Haiqing City. Even Haiqing City, which is prosperous and full of high-rise buildings, has never lacked such slums where the poor gather together. Here, the roads are narrow and the houses are dilapidated everywhere.
Along the dark and narrow alley, the shabby van drove into and stopped slowly in front of a run down small house with a courtyard.
A man opened the van door and came down from it. He looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, unshaven, wearing a washed and bleached shirt and trousers. Judging from the sign posted on the car, he is a taxi driver.
Zhao Yang took out a cigarette, lit it, and let out a breath, feeling a bit comfortable.
"Hmm~" Humming softly a song, he opened the door and walked inside the house.
'Luo Xian should have already cooked the meal.'
Zhao Yang thought to himself, feeling a little hungry, and couldn't wait to have dinner but the moment he opened the door and walked in, his eyes suddenly changed, becoming as sharp as an eagle's.
It seemed that the habit that had been carved into his soul made him suddenly realize...something is wrong here!
His complexion changed, and he rushed into the house. There was no delicious food on the dining table as expected, only a note. There are a few words written on it.
[Your wife Luo Xian is in our hands. If you want her to live, come to us at the address above.]
Zhao Yang looked at the note in his hand over and over again and when he raised his head. His eyes are already filled with... a terrifying killing intent!
Zhao Yang started his van and rushed out like crazy.
The neighbors around wanted to say hello, but they were frightened by the desperate speed of the van. They looked at each other, not knowing what happened.
Zhao Yang stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, even ignoring the red light, and went on a rampage all the way.
About half an hour later. According to the address on the note, he came to an abandoned factory in the suburbs. The surrounding area was deserted and completely silent.
*Snapped!*
Zhao Yang pushed open the factory gate and rushed in quickly. Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.
"Yo, are you here?"
A burly man stepped forward, looked around at Zhao Yang, with a playful smile on his face: "Well, it's really sad that Zhao Yang, who was living his life peacefully, would get mixed up to this."
Zhao Yang's pupils shrank suddenly. How does the other party know who he is?
"Why, surprised? Do you think you can hide for a lifetime?" The burly man laughed.
As soon as he waved his hand, several people rushed out beside him. They all had pistols in their hands, and their guns were aimed at Zhao Yang.
With that said, the burly man walked towards Zhao Yang: "If you want your wife to live, then don't move around."
In the next second, he punched Zhao Yang violently in the abdomen. Zhao Yang's eyes were furious, but he didn't dare to fight back at all, because Luo Xian was still in their hands!
Seeing that Zhao Yang really didn't dare to fight back, the burly man laughed even more wildly.
He kicked Zhao Yang to the ground, punched and kicked the opponent until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen and blood flowed profusely. Now, his body was limp on the ground.
As if this wasn't enough, the burly man directly stomped on Zhao Yang's head with his foot.
His heart is now filled with pleasure. The former emperor of the underground force in Haiqing City is stepped on by me? It's so fucking cool!
It's only been a few years since he entered this industry and became Zhou Wenlong's subordinate, so his understanding of Zhao Yang is mostly hearsay. That's why, he has now no fear towards Zhao Yang.
"Ptui! That's all."
The burly man spit on Zhao Yang: "Giving up the power in his hands for a woman, and then falling to this present situation, what an idiot."
Zhao Yang's body trembled and his voice was hoarse: "It doesn't matter what you do to me, let Luo Xian go, this matter is nothing to do with her."
"Your wife?"
The burly man seemed to have heard some funny joke, and said lightly: "She is already dead!"
Zhao Yang roared angrily: "Impossible!"
The burly man stomped down hard again: "Impossible? Her value is just to lure you to come here, so she is worthless now. How about it, you didn't expect this, right? Hahaha."
The burly man couldn't help but laugh. Then he turned around and ordered coldly: "Tie him up and take him back, the boss said he would do this himself."
Zhao Yang has been a shadow over Zhou Wenlong's heart for a long time. After all, the other party had too much influence on him back then. So, Zhou Wenlong planned to kill Zhao Yang with his own hands and get rid of the past.
The burly man lit a cigarette and walked back. Mission completed! Afterwards, Zhou Wenlong will definitely not be able to do without a reward for himself. And
Zhao Yang has a blank expression. "Luo Xian is dead? No, it's impossible! If she died...then everyone else will also die!"
That man had just walked a few steps ahead when he heard screams and gunshots coming from behind him!
His hands trembled violently, and the cigarette fell to the ground. When he turned his head to look, he was frightened out of his wits.
All his subordinates had fallen to the ground, and Zhao Yang, who he thought had lost the ability to resist, was walking towards him step by step!
What kind of monster is he? The burly man turned pale with fright, and fled back in a panic, but he tripped over a chair in a hurry.
"Damn it!"
When he got up, his body froze suddenly because Zhao Yang had already stood in front of him, his expression indifferent, the burly man's face was pale, and he planned to beg for mercy: "I..."
*Crunch*
Zhao Yang cut off his neck directly and neatly.
*Plop*
After doing all this, with a muffled sound, Zhao Yang fell to his knees, blood flowing down his abdomen and thighs.
He's not any superman, and it's impossible for him to face so many people with guns unarmed without being injured.
After resting for a while, Zhao Yang searched the abandoned factory with his painful body, and finally found the body of his wife Luo Xian in a room.
He stared blankly, motionless like a sculpture. Zhao Yang finally stepped forward and picked up Luo Xian's body.
At the same time, the emotion in his eyes slowly disappeared, as if he had become the underground emperor who ruled Haiqing City again!
Zhao Yang drove Luo Xian's body back to the narrow alley, preparing for the burial during the day. He was covered in blood and sat silently, not knowing what he was going to do.
*Jinglingling~*
The landline at home suddenly rang, with a piercing voice.
Zhao Yang's eyes were fixed on the landline, and he subconsciously walked over to pick it up: "Hey, who is it?"
"Zhao Yang?" A question came from the other side of the phone.
Zhao Yang was furious immediately: "Who are you? Did you do what happened tonight?"
"Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with me."
The caller at the other side of phone said: "And my identity is not important. What is important is that I know who planned to kidnap your wife. Don't you want to take revenge?"
Although Zhao Yang's heart was filled with extreme killing intent and anger, he was not stupid, but asked calmly, "Why did you help me?"
"Because you are valuable."
The person on the phone said flatly, "I need you to do one thing for me."
"What's it?"
On the other side of the phone, that person smiled lightly and said, "It's very simple, help me... kill someone! How? The choice is yours."
There was a long silence.
Zhao Yang finally replied: "I agree."
"Very good."
The voice on the other side of the phone was relaxed and cheerful: "This is a smart decision."
Zhao Yang said hoarsely: "Tell me, who did it?"
"The one who kidnapped your wife is the current leader of the underground forces in Haiqing City, Zhou Wenlong."
In Yunding Villa, Fang Yu said with an unpredictable smile on his lips, "And the person you need to kill is...Chen Ye!"
