Chapter 1: Lao Jiang
Lao Jiang, a third-level gangster, faced He stood firm and severely injured his opponents. According to the police and the hospital staff who came to clean up the scene, when they saw Lao Jiang, he had hundreds of wounds on his body, and his clothes and torn flesh were all mixed together, making him look like an insect about to emerge from its cocoon and become a butterfly, with a unique sense of cruel beauty...
Lao Jiang was immediately rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The incident caused a sensation that night. The police, armed police, and explosion-proof brigade urgently mobilized personnel to enter the hospital. The community headquarters also sent people to the ward to take care of Lao Jiang. The leaders of several other communities were shocked when they heard the news, but regardless of who was right or wrong, they all expressed their condolences to Lao Jiang. Even the Black Panther Gang, the instigator of this incident, stated that they would never commit crimes again in the territory guarded by Lao Jiang. This was a tribute from this special group to the hero.
At this critical juncture, whether Chiang Kai-shek was alive or dead cast a huge uncertainty on the future of the city - at least whether the city could remain stable in the next few days.
When the sky in the east was just a fraction of a second, the rescue work was over. At a time when people are usually most sleepy, today is the most tense moment. Everyone is waiting for the result! Whether it is war or peace, whether it is a fight to the death or a happy ending, they are just waiting for the announcement from the hospital. However, the police are not idiots. As the news was blocked, the atmosphere became more and more tense.
Just when everyone was at the critical point, Xu Yingdong walked calmly and easily in the hospital corridor. He was wearing a neat white coat, walked steadily, and opened the door of the emergency room with ease.
The emergency room was empty. Jiang was wrapped in bandages. He was looking around with his hands behind his head in a daze, like a drunk who had just sobered up after a night of drinking. His image was completely inconsistent with people's imagination of a dying gangster. When he heard the door open, Jiang lay down and closed his eyes.
However, Lao Jiang's little trick did not seem to fool Xu Yingdong. He walked to the bed and looked down at Lao Jiang, saying lightly: "You are exposed. No one can be stabbed more than a hundred times and still be safe and sound. You should not have taken action!"
Lao Jiang's eyes kept rolling around behind his eyelids, but he wouldn't open them, like a child with poor skills in pretending to be asleep.
Xu Yingdong said helplessly: "Stop pretending, I know who you are."
Lao Jiang was shocked and asked, "Same tribe?"
Xu Yingdong nodded: "Nice to meet you, fellow tribesman."
Lao Jiang finally recovered and asked, "How did you get in?"
"You think too highly of me. Your security is no worse than that of the President of the United States. I can come to see you because of my position."
Lao Jiang looked at his white coat and asked, "Are you really a doctor here?"
Xu Yingdong said, "Hematology." Then he asked Lao Jiang a seemingly abrupt question, " How old are you this year?"
"Forty-two..." An insignificant number. For some reason, Lao Jiang answered with a slightly wry smile. He suddenly seemed to have thought of something and asked nervously, "Why did you choose hematology?"
Xu Yingdong took over the conversation and said, "You guessed right. Over the years, I have been working hard to study the differences between the blood of my tribe members and that of ordinary people, hoping to solve and make up for some of the deficiencies."
Regardless of the fact that he was wrapped like a mummy, Lao Jiang suddenly sat up from the bed and asked, "What's the result?"
Xu Yingdong just shook his head.
Lao Jiang's face darkened, and he finally asked, "How can I help you?"
Xu Yingdong asked directly: "Can you find Grandpa?"
Old Chiang was stunned for a moment and remained silent.
Xu Yingdong immediately said, "Don't be embarrassed. You should not tell me." He changed his tone and said, "According to our lifespan, you are already an octogenarian. I am very curious, what is the reason that a soldier who has endured for most of his life suddenly fought with ordinary people?"
Chiang Kai-shek was not in the mood to joke and just smiled bitterly.
Xu Yingdong also returned to his usual serious expression and said, "You are famous now. You will become even more famous tomorrow when people know that you are not dead. You have to be prepared to deal with it all." He used a cotton swab to probe into Lao Jiang's gauze, dipped a little blood, and put it in a sealed bag. The conversation ended here. Xu Yingdong walked out quietly and closed the door from the outside.
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Zhao Weiming fled into Changsheng Street in a panic, and then rushed into Zhang Nianzu's auto repair shop. Soon, five big men with thick faces appeared at the street corner. They were also out of breath. The leader put one hand on his waist and took a breath for a moment, then waved his hand fiercely and said, "Search every house!"
Changsheng Street is a wide street that stretches between two residential areas, so there are shops on both sides of the road without exception. There are several auto repair shops alone. It is lunchtime and business is slow. Many shops have their doors wide open for fans to see, and the furnishings inside are clearly visible. The search for the criminals has progressed rapidly, and they are about to break in.
Zhang Nianzu was wearing an orange work suit, sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a comic book, with an enamel pot beside him, sipping the hot tea in it. Although he was sitting, it was obvious that he was tall and well-proportioned, and his two strong long legs seemed to have nowhere to put. Seeing Zhao Weiming rushing in in a panic, he sneered, and a mark appeared on his left cheek, like a dimple, but it should be a scar that would not be visible at ordinary times, adding a bit of masculine charm to him.
Old Wu in the repair shop was raising a car to check its chassis and ignored the appearance of Zhao Weiming.
Zhao Weiming stuck his head out to look at the road, but didn't dare to shout. He just whispered urgently, "Help!" Seeing that both people in the room ignored him, he could only keep bowing.
The footsteps of the big men were approaching.
Zhao Weiming cried, "Do I have to kowtow to you?"
Old Wu then suppressed his laughter and opened the rear cover of the Ford parked there. Zhao Weiming rolled forward and got in. Old Wu closed the trunk and covered the tarp with it. At this time, two big men also came in. The leader said angrily, "Did you see a pretty boy?"
Zhang Nianzu and Lao Wu were busy with their own things and neither of them looked up.
The leader slammed his fist on the door and shouted angrily, "I'm asking you a question!"
Zhang Nianzu kept his eyes on the book and said calmly, "Be gentle and polite. Don't mess around with me."
The men gathered around, and the leader said grimly, "What if I just mess around?"
Zhang Nianzu glanced at him, then suddenly raised the enamel pot and said methodically, "Do you believe that once this glass of water falls to the ground, none of you will be able to leave this street?"
The enamel pot in Zhang Nianzu's hand was originally white, but now it was black all over. Looking at the street, all the strong young men were eager to look over here, as if waiting for orders. The leader was not stupid, he believed it immediately. Knowing that he had offended the master who could use cup-breaking as a signal, how could he, who had been in the underworld for a long time, suffer such a loss... The leader wiped the handprints on the glass with his sleeve, forced a smile to apologize, and slowly retreated. When he reached the middle of the street, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Mr. Zhao, I know you are nearby. It is only natural to pay back debts. This is just a warning. I will give you a week. If you don't pay back, you know the consequences - our boss said that he will take one of your legs!"
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Old Wu watched the man walk away and knocked on the trunk of the old Ford.
Zhao Weiming pushed open the hood and sat up. He climbed out while brushing off the dust on his body, cursing, "I'm so tired. These bastards chased me for three stops!" He was wearing a Givenchy patterned T-shirt, and his straight trousers were now covered in grease. He was wearing a pair of limited edition sports shoes, and on each hand, three fingers were wearing exaggerated handmade rings made by foreign craftsmen, which were nothing more than eagle skulls or something. Although his clothes expensive, they all looked a little floating on him, which was the so-called good things don't look good when worn. Looking at his face, this guy is not ugly, with phoenix eyes and long eyelashes, and his skin is as delicate as a girl. At first glance, he looks a little handsome, but his eyes are a little too flexible, giving people a sense of unreliability. He walked out the door, bowed to all four sides, and said with a chuckle, "Thank you all." Then he came back.
Old Wu laughed and said, "I told you not to gamble. You can lose billions of dollars. How much did you lose this time?"
"Over fifty." Zhao Weiming's face darkened a little when he talked about this, but he gritted his teeth and said, "It's all about the heartbeat. What else can I do?"
Zhang Nianzu sipped his tea and said, "If you keep playing, your heart will stop beating soon."
Zhao Weiming got angry when he heard him say, "You just watched someone die without helping him!"
"You broke up with me, why are you coming back?"
"Listen!" Zhao Weiming pointed at Zhang Nianzu and complained to Old Wu, "How cold and heartless this man is."
Old Wu just smiled and he wouldn't bother with such things.
Zhao Weiming continued to point at Zhang Nianzu and criticize him: "You can't hold a grudge against me just because I peed in your shoes when I was a child. Do you know what this means?" He made a conclusion with great sorrow, "Childish!"
Zhang Nianzu spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and simply picked up the comic again.
Zhao Weiming paused for a moment, then said in a slow tone, "I'll give you a chance to forgive you. Help me find someone."
Zhang Nianzu couldn't help but be curious, raised his eyes and asked: "Who?"
Zhao Weiming said word by word: "Grandfather."
