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"Did I say you were a pig? How many times have I told you? Don't call me boss." Peter looked very angry.

Faang Ming chuckled, and did not say a word.

"Do you think this news is true? No, how likely is it?" Peter asked leisurely, fiddling with a cigarette in his hand.

"This is possible. On one hand, Chang Fu and the others have no idea what to do, maybe they just released some information to test us, and knew that we came for the Yellow Jade Mind Arts, and they already knew what happened many years ago. On the other hand, it is also possible that that old bastard Zhang Feng really did not die, and did not have anything to do, so they directly went to the government side, and gave us everything they had, and did not even give us anything. " Faang Ming said.

"What you said is no different from not saying it at all." Peter cursed gloomily. Faang Ming did not speak.

Zhang Xiaojian and the others had already seen the corpses of the two people. Since that was the case, they should think that the two of them were already dead.

With regards to this point, Peter was still very satisfied.

No matter whether the news that was released by the police was real or not, they had to go over and take a look, and only after they had confirmed Zhang Feng's death, would they be able to continue this. If Zhang Feng was dead, then that meant that he must have handed someone over to the Yellow Jade Mind Arts.

Peter had a faint feeling that Zhang Feng was not dead yet. This was the best ending, this way, they wouldn't have to waste too much effort to find the Yellow Jade Mind Arts.

"Pack a set for me, I'm going out to take a look." Peter said to Faang Ming.

Faang Ming said: "I think, it's better if I go. This matter is more dangerous, it's not surprising that I'm not dead. If anything happens to you, I'm sorry for the great kindness the old man has shown me."

Peter looked at Faang Ming, shrugged his shoulders and said: "I couldn't tell, but you're still a baby with a conscience."

Faang Ming laughed, and remembered something from many years ago.

American Chinatown, Faang Ming was only eight years old at the time.

In a country that discriminates against colored peoples, unless you have money, and then black, help, on the one hand, to win respect with money, and on the other hand, to win respect with your fists.

But for a kid begging on the side of the road, he didn't have either.

It was a cold winter, probably only for him, because everyone else was wearing thick clothes and warm shoes, but he wasn't.

From the moment he was born, he did not know who his parents were. In his memory, he could only constantly search for food, any food that he could eat. These were the memories of his childhood.

Although it was tough, he had lived, miraculously survived.

However, as he grew older, he kept asking himself why this world was unfair and why it was different.

Other children could sit in cars and enjoy the warmth of the world, but he could only hide in the corner of the subway, calling out countless times every day, "Uncle, Auntie, please have mercy on me."

Large snowflakes began to fall from the sky. It was very cold, and he felt his entire body shivering nonstop.

He should move, or jump up and down, through exercise, to speed up the circulation of his blood so that he could see the sun tomorrow.

However, he felt a little tired and didn't want to move anymore. So what if he was alive? It was a simple and purposeless repetition of what he was going to do.

Cold, cold, tired, really tired. A boy of such a young age actually had a feeling of having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

A bearded white man walked past him. He looked fierce, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity. He reached out and grabbed his clothes, saying, "Uncle, poor …"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a heart-wrenching pain transmitted through his body.

It was that person's cane, not wood. Why did it not hurt so much on his body? It should be some kind of vine. That kind of pain penetrated his heart.

The man cursed fiercely, then smashed his head onto the fatty's head again and again.

At that moment, a car slowly stopped at the side of the road. A middle-aged man with a furious expression on his face hurriedly got down from the car.

A very well-behaved little boy followed behind him.

"You have to remember, you have to make yourself stronger, or else everyone will bully you. Go over and stab this dagger into that man's leg." The man looked at the little boy behind him. His gaze was firm and irrefutable.

The little boy was Peter, and the middle-aged man was Lee Chaoming.

Peter was also eight years old. Although he had a clean and white appearance, the muscles on his body bulged. It was obvious that he had participated in training frequently.

Peter took the dagger from his father's hand, walked to the white man and stabbed it into his butt.

"Ah …" The white man shouted, releasing the pitiful guy in the corner. He turned around and looked at Peter like he was glaring at a tiger.

The cane made the wind sound as it smashed towards Peter's head. Peter was so frightened that he reflexively blocked it with both of his hands.

The cane was caught, it was Lee Chaoming.

"Yellow man, pig." The white man cursed.

Peng! A fist landed on his face. Immediately, a piece of flesh was sent flying by the fist, followed by fresh blood.

"Kacha!" The sound of bones breaking could be heard as the burly body of the Caucasian man lay on the ground. It kept twitching.

Lee Chaoming slowly walked to the little boy in the corner and placed the dagger he had just picked up into his hands. "Go, kill him."

The boy looked at the man whose skin color was the same as his in horror. His heart was filled with gratitude. Even though he hated the white man to death, he still killed him …

The little boy picked up the dagger and moved closer to the white man step by step. The white man looked at the boy step by step with fear in his eyes.

"You …" The white man forced out a word and backed off as much as he could.

The little boy's eyes were filled with fear, and he stabbed the dagger into the ground.

Ah … The white man let out a blood-curdling scream, drowning in the wind and snow.

Peter saw that Faang Ming was distracted, he kicked him and said: "What happened?"

Faang Ming laughed and said: "I remember many years ago, you and your father were just me."

Peter laughed and patted his shoulder.

Faang Ming took out a mask from a bag and put it on his head.

"I said I'll go. After all, my cultivation is better than yours." Peter said.

"I've decided." Faang Ming laughed.

At the entrance to Swat Team, a man alighted from the carriage. Everyone knew him as he was the captain of the Criminal Police Division, Hou Changwu.