"Have framed the blame."
Bai Qihong sneered and his facial muscles twitched slightly, "Cai Bingrong's words are quite funny.
Who has the ability to take a gun from your body?
Are you trying to slap yourself in the face?"
Well?"
He deliberately left 5 seconds blank.
Seeing that Cai Bingrong remained silent, he raised his voice and said, "Are you going to tell me that the people who framed you are also from your Dragon Gang?"
"I understand what Brother Bai means.
No matter what I, Cai Bingrong, say, you won't believe even a single word."
The purple centipede under the moonlight suddenly stopped twisting.
Now, Cai Bingrong's expression has become more calm.
"I have no choice but to admit that I am unlucky.
There is a traitor in the gang.
It is my own negligence.
But if Brother Bai doesn't believe me, I really have nothing to say."
"Stop acting in front of me," Bai Qihong lowered his head and looked at the black Delinger in his hand.
There was a hint of coldness in his words, "You know what will happen if you offend me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a "bang" sound, and Hua Ting's eyes widened.
Cai Bingrong didn't have time to react, but there was a sharp pain under his feet.
He instinctively suffered the pain and knelt down.
His eyes dropped to his knees.
The horrifying blood holes on them were shocking.
The sticky blood gurgled out and dripped onto the dirt on the ground.
Kusama.
Cai Bingrong raised his head with difficulty and saw Bai Qihong lowering the black Delinger in his hand, and there seemed to be hot smoke coming from the gun hole.
Bai Qihong raised his eyebrows and looked at his bleeding knees, then looked at the gun in his hand, and laughed inexplicably, "There are three bullets in the gun, which is just enough for me to kill you."
Hua Ting's heart tightened suddenly.
She looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.
Rumors said that Bai Qihong killed people without blinking an eye, but she didn't expect him to be so ruthless.
He had clearly forgotten all about the friendship between the four tycoons in the past. , when did he become so violent and cruel, step by step, he became a veritable number one tycoon in Shanghai who puts profit first but is respected by thousands of people.
What made her even more chilling was that everything she saw before her eyes was actually part of Chen Shu's plan.
Cai Bingrong's face was pale, his veins were exposed, and cold sweat seeped out from his forehead drop by drop.
He was in terrible pain, and even his pupils couldn't hold back and wanted to turn up, but his consciousness was surprisingly clear.
He forced himself to stand up, holding his injured leg in a strange posture, and walked toward Bai Qihong step by step like a knife.
"Brother Bai, you really don't believe me" Unexpectedly, at this time, Cai Bingrong's eyes were still full of deep friendship.
Bai Qihong raised his eyebrows coldly, looked at Cai Bingrong in front of him and said mockingly and pitifully: "When you went to find Yiran, did you ever think about the friendship between you and me?"
Then there was a gunshot, and Cai Bingrong's other knee was shot, and he knelt down weakly in front of Bai Qihong.
"From that moment on, you have no trust in me anymore," Bai Qihong shook his head at him pitifully and lamentably, "There is no way, Cai Bingrong, you were unkind to me first, and now it's my fault You are being unjust to me" Cai Bingrong felt like he was in an ice cellar.
He knew that it was useless to say anything now.
The Bai Qihong in front of him was no longer the Bai Qihong who smiled with high spirits on the dock.
The Bai Qihong in front of him had already been smoked by interests.
The heart is blinded by power.
There's no going back.
The last gunshot sounded, and Cai Bingrong fell to the ground on his back.
The bright red blood that continuously overflowed from the center of his eyebrows dyed the purple scar on his right eye red, and also dyed the blank space in both eyes red.
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Perhaps Bai Qihong had forgotten that the purple scar on Cai Bingrong's right eye was a cruel mark left when he blocked a knife for him.
This mark has been with him for most of his life, and serves as an eye-catching mark to remind him every moment of the purest moments when two young people in Shanghai were determined to make a fortune in Shanghai.
The most real years.
Really, there is no going back.
Cai Bingrong opened his eyes, but his gaze lost focus.
It's shocking, weird and terrifying under the moonlight.
Hua Ting watched this scene quietly, but her heart felt like thousands of horses galloping past, raising dust all over the sky and lingering for a long time.
Bai Qihong's car was getting farther and farther away, and the car lights swept across the grass.
Hua Ting's figure shrank down the window and leaned tiredly against the dirty cement wall; she closed her eyes, her eyes But the child was beating uneasily under the eyelids, and the eyelashes were shaking violently.
In such an era, how much truth is left?
Cai Bingrong is dead.
There was no explanation before his death, but before his subordinates could sit still, Chen Shu, the second in command of the Dragon Gang, used thunderous means to suppress those who were ready to move, and replaced Cai Bingrong as the head of the Dragon Gang.
Location.
Bai Qihong, who originally wanted to swallow up Cai Bingrong's arms business, found that his current opponents seemed not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.
Chen Shu was at the height of his arrogance and had become the number one in the Dragon Gang at a young age.
People were speculating after dinner that there might be some ulterior secret behind Cai Bingrong's death.
Bai Qihong's opium business has been full of twists and turns in the past year.
It's not as simple as it seems on the surface Such discussions filled the streets and alleys, and even the ten-year-old newsboy knew about it.
"The world changes so fast, Sister Hua," Jian Yi lay comfortably on the sofa in Bai Mansion, the slippers on her feet dangling lazily, "You still think that Chen Shu is what you want.
Is it that simple?”
Hua Ting took her eyes away from the cup of coffee in her hand, looked up at Jian Yi on the sofa opposite, and said nothing.
Jian Yi sat up, as if the old god was there, slowly picked up the purple clay teacup and drank tea.
Jian Hua was speechless and looked lost.
He put down the steaming cup in his hand, clasped his slender fingers together and said with a smile, "Do you feel like you've been deceived?"
Erlang crossed his legs.
"I warned you earlier."
"Stop talking sarcastically."
Hua Ting suddenly became angry.
"How come you are not happy about being cheated and you are still planning to follow him?"
"You're fucked enough?"
He was halfway out of breath when he was swearing, and his left hand was clamped hard by Jian Yi.
Hua Ting's eyes slowly moved up along the distinct joints of the animal, and landed on Jian Yi's cold and handsome face, "What do you want?"
Jian Yi's eyes were calm and her tone was calm and disciplined, "I just want to ask you, are you still ready to continue with him?"
"What are you doing?"
Hua Ting laughed angrily, "You have nothing to do with it."
At this time, a man in black came in from outside the hall and saw Jian Yizheng holding one of Hua Ting's hands with a slightly embarrassed look.
Jian Yi also let go knowingly.
"Miss Bai, someone is looking for you outside."
It turned out to be Lu Jinnian's personal bodyguard, saying that Chen Shu sent someone to send a message and wanted to see her.
It just so happened that she also wanted to meet Chen Shu and clarify the matter.
Lu Jinnian's bodyguard and driver expertly turned the steering wheel and turned at the intersection ahead.
Hua Ting inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of her eyes and frowned when she saw the black car following behind.
She knew It's not that she is sensitive, but that Jian Yi is indeed following behind unhurriedly.
The car drove for more than twenty minutes before arriving at the location designated by Chen Shu.
It is a small Chinese-style teahouse with a small area and only about a dozen tables.
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It is decorated with simple Chinese solid wood, deep vermilion tones, carved window lattice, plaques, hanging screens and blue and white porcelain.
It has a very ancient Chinese charm and a quiet environment; It is an old shop hidden in an old neighborhood.
The business is neither salty nor slow.
Hua Ting followed a Dragon Gang member outside the door and walked straight into the private room on the second floor.
Chen Shu was standing inside.
She has red lips, fair skin, and a thin face, and her temperament is as gentle as ever.
She wears a dark blue robe and mandarin with good quality and a black cloak.
She looks like she has just arrived, and she is reaching out to untie the cloak.
The door was gently closed by the man in black.
Hua Ting kept her polite smile with the corners of her mouth turned up, and walked towards him, "Gang Leader Chen, why did you come to see me today?"
When Ting Hua heard this tone, Chen Shu's eyes darkened.
"Why did you choose such a remote old store?
Do you want to deal with me all together?"
Hua Ting's words were thorny and sharp.
Chen Shu looked at her with complicated eyes and said nothing.
He casually hung his cloak on the chair.
He stood casually but handsomely, with a tall and straight figure, and an aura of calmness and indifference.
Although it made people feel an inexplicable sense of security, Hua Ting's heart became cold whenever she thought of Cai Bingrong's death.
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