In the office of a garment factory in Jiaxing, Zhang Tian held the phone, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Mr. Zhang, I’m just a factory owner. How could I dare touch those homemade explosives? I thought the police would confiscate them when they searched the car…”

"What did Zhang Zhongming do with it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold.

Zhang Tian shuddered. "I heard it was a shootout with the Northeast gang, and three people died. He might... want revenge."

"knew."

The call was disconnected.

Zhang Tian held the busy signal microphone, not daring to put it down for a long time.

...

Funing County.

Tianxi Town.

In a six-person room on the third floor of the guesthouse, about a dozen young people were gathered together.

Their expressions were cold and their gazes sharp.

Someone is playing with a dagger.

Someone was wiping a pistol with a bed sheet.

He doesn't look like a nice guy at all.

Zhang Zhongming sat on the edge of the innermost bed, fiddling with a bullet.

There was a hideous gash on the bridge of his nose, as shocking as a centipede.

"Ming-ge, are we really going to leave Jiaxing like this, all slinking away?" someone asked indignantly.

Zhang Zhongming sniffed, his voice hoarse.

"Are you going to stay in Jiaxing and wait to be arrested and executed?"

"But, but I'm not reconciled! Did Xiao Zhao and the others die for nothing?"

"Died in vain?"

Zhang Zhongming gripped the bullet tightly and slowly stood up.

“When you first came with me, I said that we would share both good times and bad times in this life.”

"Xiao Zhao and the others will not have died in vain, and I will never forget this grudge."

"But now is not the time for revenge."

"Staying in Jiaxing means certain death for us."

"Ming-ge is right."

“Those guys from Northeast China are all backed by wealthy and powerful bosses. We can’t compete with them in Jiaxing.”

"So what are we doing in Funing County?"

"I'm looking for my brother!"

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Zhongming's eyes.

"I've been bullied, and my brother won't stand idly by!"

"Ming-ge, who is your brother?"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Everyone in the room tensed up and stood up warily.

Knock knock knock!

A crisp knock sounded on the door.

"who?"

Zhang Zhongming pulled out the pistol tucked into his waistband, walked to the door, and asked in a low voice.

"I!"

Upon hearing the sounds outside, Zhang Zhongming's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

"My brother Dog!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhongming immediately reached out and opened the door.

At the entrance.

Zhang Cheng stared expressionlessly at the rapidly opening door.

When he saw the wound on Zhang Zhongming's nose, his eyes turned cold, and he immediately darted out.

"Bang!"

A heavy punch landed squarely on Zhang Zhongming's abdomen.

Zhang Zhongming, like a boiled shrimp, hunched over, mouth agape, and began to gag.

"Damn it!"

"Are you asking for it?!"

The others all glared menacingly and charged toward Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Zhongming quickly raised his hand to stop the group of ruthless men.

He struggled to lift his head and managed a forced smile.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Cheng raised his eyelids, scanned the faces of the group of people, and then reached out to close the door.

"idiot!"

Zhang Cheng wanted nothing more than to slap Zhang Zhongming to death, and cursed angrily.

"You think you can hide in town and the police won't find you?"

"Thirteen people, crammed together in one guesthouse, none of them looked like good people."

"Brother, I've already bribed the guesthouse owner, he won't tell on me!"

"Then tell me, how did I find you!"

Zhang Zhongming's expression froze, and he immediately gritted his teeth in anger.

Zhang Cheng was able to find this place because the guesthouse owner must have tipped him off.

"The guesthouse owner might be afraid of your retaliation and dare not inform on us."

"But what about the staff at the guesthouse?"

"What about the guests you encounter coming and going?"

"Get out of here with me first!"

Zhang Cheng, with a cold face, turned around and opened the door.

Watching Zhang Cheng stride out of the room, Zhang Zhongming suddenly chuckled.

He wasn't afraid of being beaten or scolded by Zhang Cheng; he was afraid of the other party remaining silent.

"Walk!"

Zhang Zhongming waved his hand and took the lead in following Zhang Cheng.

The others had various expressions, but none of them said anything.

A truck without license plates was parked in front of the guesthouse.

Zhang Cheng got into the driver's seat and waited until everyone had squeezed into the car before stepping on the gas pedal.

Inside the guesthouse, the owner watched the truck drive away, hesitating whether to call the police.

After thinking about it, I decided to avoid trouble and just pretend I didn't see it.

A dozen minutes later, the truck stopped on a small road not far from the national highway.

Zhang Cheng looked at Zhang Zhongming sitting in the passenger seat and said coldly.

“Zhang Zhongming, I brought you out of the village not so you could become a hooligan.”

"You should stay in Jiaxing and follow Brother Dao. I'll make the arrangements for you."

"Although the work at the road administration bureau is tiring, it is a stable and respectable job."

"If you don't want to do it, you can tell me."

"I'll find you another job!"

"So tell me, why did you choose this 'dead end'?"

Is it because extortion is a quick way to make money?

"Or do you enjoy being praised and fawned over?"

Zhang Cheng's voice grew colder and colder.

"Brother, I'm so sorry!"

You have truly wronged me!

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath.

"The police in Jiaxing and Funing County have now launched a joint operation..."

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