Meeting his confidant's gaze, Blood Dragon couldn't help but blush. "Ahem! Well, you still have to have a structure and methods, but sometimes, you still have to learn to be flexible and not be rigid. You have to kill when you have to. Do you understand?"

"Understood, General!"

Hearing Blood Dragon's words, his confidant's eyes were immediately filled with admiration and enthusiasm.

Seeing the confidant's admiration and passionate gaze, Blood Dragon nodded in satisfaction.

He turned and stood on the balcony, leaning his hands on the railing, looking at the countless lights below.

The breeze gently brushed across his face, and a few strands of gray hair fluttered gently in the breeze.

"Seba!"

The blood dragon suddenly spoke.

"General!"

Seba took a quick step forward.

"How long have we been at war with the Kunsa Group?"

“Almost two and a half years!”

Seba replied.

Xuelong was slightly stunned, then shook his head in a complicated tone: "It's already been two and a half years, time flies..."

"Those people are almost all dead, right?"

Seba nodded immediately. "General, except for your trusted men, the other directors' strength has been almost completely depleted in the past two years. Three directors have even died in battle!"

"So many people have died. Now that most of them are gone, it's time to move on to the next step... Seba, go in person and secretly invite Chen Bufan, the leader of the Kunsa Group, to come to a gathering..."

"If he has any doubts... tell him three words: Chen... Qiang... Jun..."

"Yes, General!"

Seba didn't suspect anything and immediately turned and left.

Three days later,

Kunsa Group Base.

Boom boom boom!

Luosha knocked gently on Chen Fan's door.

"Enter!"

Chen Fan's voice came from inside. Luosha walked in gently, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes: "Master, there is someone outside who wants to see you. He said he is Blood Dragon's confidant. Blood Dragon wants to invite you to meet him, and..."

"Also, he said if you have any concerns, their general asked him to bring you three words: Chen... Qiang... Jun..."

"What?"

Chen Fan was so shocked that he lost his voice. He screamed and stood up, his face full of disbelief and his body trembling.

His eyes widened.

The three words "Chen Qiangjun" exploded in my heart like a bolt from the blue.

The area above the eyes turned red instantly.

More than twenty years had passed, a full twenty years. After more than twenty years, he heard the name again.

A long-lost name!

This name, which shouldn't appear again, came from the mouth of a major drug lord. Could it be that Blood Dragon and his father really have an irreconcilable relationship?

"Walk!"

After a long time, Chen Fan gritted his teeth and uttered a word, then Chen Fan secretly took Luosha and several confidants to Chachai Group. A few days later, he finally arrived at the headquarters of Chachai Group.

Seba respectfully took Chen Fan into the Blood Dragon's building.

Boom boom boom!

Seba knocked on the Blood Dragon's door.

"General, Master Kunsachen has arrived!"

"Come in!"

In the room, a slightly old and hoarse but extremely deep voice sounded. The voice seemed calm, but when you listened carefully, you could hear his voice trembling slightly. He was forcibly controlling his emotions.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Tong's body trembled again.

familiar,

So familiar!!

He definitely knew the owner of this voice, but the voice was extremely hoarse, covering up the original timbre, so Chen Fan couldn't figure out who the owner of this voice was for a while.

Hearing Blood Dragon's words, Seba respectfully opened the door.

He made a gesture of invitation to Chen Fan.

"Fourth Master, you can't go in!"

Luosha wanted to follow Chen Fan in, but Seba stopped him.

Rakshasa frowned.

Chen Fan's voice rang out: "Rakshasa, just wait for me here!"

"Yes, Master!"

Luosha finally calmed down because he knew that Blood Dragon had saved Chen Fan once and seemed to be very familiar with Chen Fan. If Blood Dragon wanted to kill Chen Fan, Chen Fan might have died in Longteng's nightclub last time.

Therefore, Blood Dragon had no motive to kill Chen Fan at all.

Chen Fan entered the room and Seba closed the door.

The room is extremely simple.

There is a painting of a vast landscape hanging on the wall.

In the center of the room, there is a desk, and next to the desk is a coffee table.

There are several chairs around the coffee table.

On a chair, a white-haired old man was making tea with his back to Chen Fan.

He poured boiling hot water into the teacup, put in the tea leaves, and then filtered it.

The fragrance of tea leaves immediately spread out.

The second batch of boiling water was poured into the cup again. The tea aroma was a little lighter, but it was more rich and melodious.

At this time, he picked up the teacup with a pair of tongs and poured the fragrant tea in the cup into another cup. He picked up the cup and gently turned it around. The tea washed the tea wall of the cup over and over again.

Washing over and over again,

He waited until the cup slowly became warm before pouring out the tea.

The cup washing is completed.

He then took out a handful of tea leaves and put them into the cup, then poured in boiling water.

Likewise, the first cup of tea was poured out.

He didn't stop until he poured boiling water in for the second time.

He put down the teacup and tongs and slowly stood up. As he stood up, Chen Fan could see his body trembling.

Standing up, he slowly turned around and looked at Chen Fan with an excited and complicated expression: "Xiao Fan...you're here..."

Rumble!

After seeing the true face of the blood dragon, Chen Fan's heart suddenly exploded.

Buzzing,

He stared at the blood dragon blankly, his body shaking wildly, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

He didn't expect that the figure who should have died decades ago would appear in his world again.

After a long moment, he moved his lips and managed to utter two words with difficulty: "Dad... Dad?"

"dad!!"

Chen Fan suddenly yelled, his heart collapsing like a dam breaking.

"Xiao Fan!!"

Blood Dragon couldn't help himself for a moment. He strode over and looked at his son who was a head taller than him. Although he was not as handsome as himself, he was also a rare and peerless beauty.

He felt mixed emotions and tears welled up in his eyes.

Looking at Chen Fan, whose body was shaking crazily, he stretched out his hands and gently held Chen Fan in his arms. His father's breath was strange yet familiar, and it hit his nostrils crazily.

Being held in Chen Qiangjun's arms, Chen Fan still had tears on his face.

He also reached out and hugged Chen Qiangjun tightly.

He was taller than Chen Qiangjun, so when Chen Qiangjun wanted to hug him, he even had to bend slightly. He was stronger and younger than Chen Qiangjun, but at this moment he was like a child.