Qin Feng hurriedly walked out of the hotel door. He saw several cars parked outside the hotel door. A tall man in black short-sleeved clothes stood straight there, with full chest muscles and a cold expression. In front of them stood an elegant and handsome man.

young people.

It can be seen from this young man's majestic appearance and arrogance that his identity and status must be extraordinary.

In fact, this is indeed the case. He is Duan Ziyu of the Tuan family of Yunnan, who was once a core member of the Southern Ninth Five-Year Party. After the southern prince Gongsun Junchi withdrew, the Southern Ninth Five-Year Party split. Its core member Duan Ziyu and the elder of the Su family

Shao Shao stood out and became a new generation of leaders in the south. However, they worked independently and had constant friction with each other.

It can be said that in the south, Duan Ziyu is the only person who can compete with the eldest son of the Su family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Qin Feng had no intention of paying attention to Duan Ziyu. His eyes were already attracted by the stretcher placed on the ground. The stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, and two big men with scars all over their bodies were kneeling next to it.

At this time, Zeng Shaolong was standing there with a livid face, not saying a word.

Qin Feng seemed to have realized something. He walked to the stretcher with a pale face, slowly squatted down, and stretched out his trembling right hand. He tried several times but did not have the courage to uncover the white strips.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and forcefully peeled off the white cloth. What he saw was a familiar but blood-stained and lifeless face, as pale as paper, looking forward to death.

Qin Feng's pupils shrank instantly, and when he looked down, his pretty face was even more frighteningly pale. His whole body was covered with blood, and there were countless wounds. Due to the long time, the blood had solidified all over his body, and it looked even more terrifying.

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In an instant, the lofty and arrogant emperor was like an old man in his twilight. He lost all his momentum. The right hand holding the white cloth was pale and trembling with force. Deep sadness spread around, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Everyone silently looked at the lonely figure squatting next to the stretcher, who seemed to have aged dozens of years. No one dared to make a noise, or even breathe loudly. Time passed by like this second by second.

Li Xuanxi also heard the news and came out, followed by Jiang Yin, Bei Mingzhu and the other girls. When they saw the figure squatting next to the stretcher, they were deeply troubled.

I never thought that this man who was so proud to the core and regarded the world as a worthless emperor would end up like this.

What they usually see is ruthless, iron-blooded, plain, frivolous, dismissive, and confident. No matter how big it is, he can face it calmly. But now he has thrown away everything, and some are just

The sadness that an ordinary man should have.

Ye Qingcheng stood silently by the last door, looking at the man's desolate scene, and felt an urge to cry in his heart, sour and astringent.

"It turns out that this man is not strong. He is not so handsome on the surface. He also has weaknesses and his own sadness." Ye Qingcheng thought in his heart that she is a sentimental woman. No matter how cold or cold she appears to outsiders,

iceberg.

But in her inner world, her emotions are very rich and colorful, no different from those of ordinary women. She will cry when watching touching scenes in Korean dramas, and she will be infected when watching other people's sadness.

Just like now, she feels that her brother is right. That man is actually quite pitiful. No matter how arrogant, frivolous and arrogant he is, he can never hide the true sadness in his heart. Maybe he can deceive everyone.

, but in the end you can’t deceive your own heart.

Ye Qingcheng began to feel some sympathy for this man. This had nothing to do with love or status or achievement. Sadness is sadness, pity is pity.

"Brother, you are home, sleep peacefully! You are tired. Everything will be over when you wake up." Qin Feng muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to touch the pale and bloody face, and smiled miserably.

It was hard to imagine that he would laugh at this time. But no one thought it was laughter. It was a pain that was more painful than crying, more troublesome, and more painful than going crazy. It was a suffocating pain.

There is a kind of tears that are silent, and there is a kind of pain that is deeply felt in people's hearts. The real painful tears are not crying loudly, and the real heartache is not making a fuss. They are silent and paining with a smile.

Ye Qingcheng covered her mouth. She was afraid that she would cry loudly, tears welling up in her eyes. No matter how much she hated and hated this man before, but at this moment, she was deeply hurt by this man's pain.

Infection and sadness filled the whole soul.

Not only her, but also Jiang Yin, Bei Mingzhu and the other girls all covered their mouths. Maybe they didn't understand why the man was so cold and iron-blooded before, but they understand now. Because being soft to the enemy is cruel to oneself.

.Unless your opponent dies, you can only die. This is the best witness before you.

Ye Yuchen and Qin Yue also stood there silently. They had only seen this man's strength before. They never thought that a man standing at the top of the pyramid like an emperor would show such a miserable side. What on earth is this?

Is it strong or weak?

Everyone looked straight at it. They didn't know who the person lying on the stretcher was. But they were sure that that person must be very important to the king-like man squatting on the ground and could become an emperor-like man.

What kind of person would be the important person in your mind?

Qin Feng slowly covered himself with a white cloth and stood up. The moment he turned around, everyone felt the suffocating murderous aura. The pretty faces of some ordinary people turned pale, and their hearts trembled.

Qin Feng looked at Duan Ziyu who was not far away. He did not speak, but the coldness in his eyes made the latter tremble.

"I'm sorry, I was late and couldn't save him." Duan Ziyu lowered his head. Regardless of whether he was the local emperor of Yunnan or a core member of the 95th Party, he had no pride in front of this man.

Because the former Prince Nan was defeated by this man, so what does he mean?

Hearing Duan Ziyu's words, Qin Feng did not say a word, but looked at Cheng Gang coldly. Still the same as before, silent, just staring.

"After cleaning up the Lin family that night, I sent someone in advance to pick up the knife, but unfortunately only the two of them came back." Cheng Gang glanced at the two big men kneeling aside and felt uncomfortable. Nanfang lost it and didn't say anything about returning it.

A general who was as powerful as a brother died. Such a blow was very heavy for everyone in the Young Marshal Army.

After two years of fighting in the east and west, Cheng Gang has already regarded Xiaodao as his brother, and his relationship is not necessarily worse than Qin Feng. After anticipating that something might happen in the south, Cheng Gang immediately sent someone to secretly go south to pick up Xiaodao and let him

Withdrew from the south. Unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.

Qin Feng didn't speak again, turned around and walked along the road without saying a word. Under the reflection of the setting sun, his back looked lonely and closed, vicissitudes of life and tiredness, and his heart was already tired.

He wanted to walk alone and be quiet. In less than a few days, two brothers who were as close as brothers died in succession. Such a blow, even if he recovered for two years, he would not be able to calm down.

Looking at Qin Feng's retreating figure, no one spoke.

It wasn't until Qin Feng's back disappeared that everyone withdrew their gazes, feeling extremely heavy.

Zeng Shaolong's face was livid but angry, and he said to Cheng Gang, "Immediately notify Biaozi in Macau that all members of the Young Marshal Army will withdraw from Macau and return to Hong Kong for reorganization. At the same time, notify Crow in Hong Kong to strictly investigate strangers and prepare manpower."

"You want to move the south?" Cheng Gang asked in surprise.

"It would be a shame for them not to move at this time." Zeng Shaolong said, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Then over there on the 95th Five-Year Plan...,"

"When something like this happened, do you think the Nine-Five would have any worries? I know him, and that woman from the south will live to the end." Zeng Shaolong also thought about the woman who held up half of the sky in the south after the fall of Prince Nan.

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"Dead, all dead." Qin Feng walked aimlessly on the street alone, repeating this sentence over and over again. His angular face no longer had the usual lightness and breeze, and there was no trace of the connection with him.

Innate pride.

Seems a little lonely.

The former brothers are almost all buried in the dust now, only he and Biaozi are still alive. Such a feeling cannot be described by the word "loneliness". The heart that has been traumatized has now been torn open and leaked out.

It's not blood or tears, it's pain.

Looking blankly at the streets and alleys, Qin Feng suddenly realized that the world was not actually that beautiful. It was all dirty and ugly, sad and bitter.

Qin Feng walked into a bar and ordered more than ten bottles of the strongest vodka without saying a word. He hid in a corner alone, like an injured lone wolf, drinking alone and healing me.

Wine is actually a good thing. It can celebrate when a person is happy, and it can also anesthetize a person when he is sad.

From the day Qin Feng stepped on this road, he fell in love with two things, one was wine and the other was women. They were both the best ways for him to anesthetize himself.

Alcohol anesthetizes his mind and prevents him from thinking about things that are bloody or makes him sad and panic. A woman's body is used by him to anesthetize his empty mind and loneliness and fill that loneliness.

It wasn't until he returned to the city that one thing changed, that is, a woman's body is not used to anesthetize her empty heart and loneliness. It is used to love.

At this time, he had wine but lacked a woman to accompany him.
Chapter completed!