Pain, reluctance, apology, relief, regret.

What are you sorry about?

He remembered the little secret she had told him.

It's a pity that I didn't tell the person I care about about my love.

It’s still a pity that I didn’t die inland.

The man completely shed his cold and calm appearance, and what he faced was the deep hatred and despair that he had been enduring for so long, which completely broke out in an instant.

He pulled out a dagger from under the chessboard, which was still stained with blood.

The man placed the dagger on the chessboard. He looked at Zhai Jiu, his eyes full of emotions and his teeth chattering as he bit them: "Do you know what I've been through?"

Zhai Jiu's eyes flickered slightly: "I probably know something."

Most people in Hong Kong are xenophobic. If their family walks into the dealer's house, I'm afraid the ending will not be good.

The man rested his elbows on the armrest, his fingers resting on his chin, his eyes looking out the window, and said quietly: "In Hong Kong City, I experienced the most profound humiliation and lost everything that was most precious in my life."

He stretched out his hand, as if grasping something, and continued, "I feel it with deep pain. There is only one reason why my fate is so tragic."

"No right..."

The man looked at Zhai Jiu, his eyes suddenly became deep and calm, like a wolf lurking in the dark, beginning to show its claws and fangs. "So from that day on, I decided what my life goal would be."

"I will pursue money and power madly by any means necessary."

So he pretended to be friendly with Zhuang Yunshu for a while, taking advantage of her infatuation with him to control the entire Zhuang family as quickly as possible and take revenge.

"Then use them to take revenge on this abominable human society that I hate."

So he arranged for people to go inland, take advantage of people's greed and vanity, in short, use everything that could be used to destroy them.

"Zhai Jiu," the man said calmly, "Now I am in Hong Kong, I am not just a wealthy businessman, what can you do to me... Even if Mu Lianshen comes, what can he do?"

"You are wrong..." Zhai Jiu's eyes became sharp: "Your misery is because of your elder brother Huo Tianlin,"

"If he hadn't sold out his country, the Huo family would still be the leading family in Beijing,"

"If you hadn't escaped, you wouldn't have ended up in Hong Kong City and experienced all that."

If they didn't run away and Huo Tianlin was the only one who did something wrong, their lives might not be easy. After all, too many people died because of Huo Tianlin.

I’m afraid it’s impossible to count how many people in the army hate the surname Huo.

But at least I won’t come to Hong Kong to suffer those humiliations.

The man smiled and said, "Maybe..."

Of course he knew that Huo Tianlin was a sinner for all eternity.

Similarly, how could the family of this eternal sinner have an easy life in the inland?

Even if no one is angry with you, the guilt in your heart can still crush you to death.

Isn't that how his father died?

"You're right," the man said with something more in his eyes, "It's all because of Huo Tianlin."

His voice was flat. "So, he's dead..."

The man looked at Zhai Jiu and said calmly, word by word, "I killed him with my own hands."

"Just use this dagger..." He picked up the dagger and played with it casually.

Zhai Jiu looked at the sinister and ruthless look in his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Why is it so?"

Since he hated Huo Tianlin, it proved that he knew good and evil and could distinguish right from wrong at that time.

But why did it become like this?

Zhai Jiu looked at him with a complicated expression and asked. As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger was placed on his neck.

"Why is it so? Hahahaha..."

The man laughed crazily, his eyes filled with crazy and turbulent emotions.

How could outsiders know the pain in his heart?

Who could endure what he went through?

The fact that he has not collapsed until now shows that he has endured everything that ordinary people cannot endure.

Zhai Jiu frowned, and complex meanings emerged in his pupils, but there was still no fear.

He asked: "The banker bullied and humiliated you, and you retaliated. Why are you targeting Nei Lu and Mu Lianshen?"

The man narrowed his eyes, retracted the dagger, and sat back in his chair.

downstairs.

This kind of banquet is not a normal dinner party. People just talk about things, drink some wine, make some friends, and then slowly disperse.

People in the banquet hall have gradually left.

But Zhai Jiu still didn't come down. Lian Yi began to feel a little uneasy, chewing his fingers and shaking his legs, "Brother Nian, how long has it been..."

Liannian looked at the time and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

But we have tried it just now. Several big men in black clothes with guns were guarding the stairs, so we couldn’t get to the third floor.

"Uncle Lian..." After seeing off the last wave of guests, An Heng walked back in and stood in front of the two of them.

"You haven't left yet,"

Lian Yi was worried about Zhai Jiu at this time, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He just said, "Wait for someone."

Then I shook my legs...

An Heng asked in surprise: "Hasn't that person come down from the third floor yet?"

He looked at the old man beside him and said, "Grandpa An, are the guests on the third floor invited by grandpa? Go up and ask them."

Uncle An was the butler who had always been with Old Master An. Of course he knew who was on the third floor. He immediately looked hesitant, wondering what words he could use to fool the young master.

An Heng smiled and said, "Then I'll go. After all, I'm the one who invited them here, so I should go and ask about the situation."

As he said that, he walked towards the stairs.

Uncle An also hurriedly followed behind him. This is the old man’s treasure, and nothing can happen to it.