"There are many things in life that we cannot do anything about."

"Especially in the face of separation and death, some people may go out in the morning and be there, but come back in the afternoon and never see each other again."

"Many times, we feel deeply powerless."

"It's normal, but you shouldn't use other people's mistakes to punish yourself."

Wang Jun has a mellow voice, as if he has deeply tasted the fine wine called "life" for a long time. I can't say that he knows all the taste of it, but he has some different understandings.

With his head lowered and his eyes closed, Li Xuanchen's voice trembled:

"I understand, but I can't do it, especially when I find that my proud extraordinary ability cannot find the real murderer..."

"Brother Chen, it's not that you can't do it, you're afraid." Wang Jun's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Li Xuanchen retorted: "Afraid? No, I'm not afraid, I'm just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jun cut off his words: "You're just afraid of finding the real murderer. Knowing that that person is also close to you, you're afraid that you won't be able to accept it yourself."

There were people coming and going around the breakfast stall, and the words the two people said were isolated by the shadows. The people around them only regarded the two of them as having private whispers.

In a world where extraordinary things coexist, Li Xuanchen's special intentions did not attract much attention from others.

What the shadow isolates is the transmission of sound waves, and the noise from the outside world cannot be transmitted either. Therefore, the air is exceptionally quiet, like a frozen arctic glacier.

Li Xuanchen's eyes showed a hint of hesitation, and his speech was slow and hesitant, which was completely different from what he usually does.

"I don't know how I will feel when facing the traitor. I'm afraid that if I really find out, I won't be able to kill him."

Tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, Wang Jun said: "It's simple, I'll kill you."

"you?"

"Yes, the twelve blades of Black Edge Lane are somewhat familiar with each other. If you can't do it, then tie the person in front of me and I will do it."

"This...isn't appropriate."

"There's nothing inappropriate. I'm a newcomer. I haven't been in Black Front Alley for a long time. I don't have these unnecessary emotional constraints."

Wang Jun spread his hands. In fact, he didn't have any tangle in his heart at all.

A traitor is definitely a piece of shit worth hating.

No matter how difficult the traitor may be, he deserves to die after betraying his former brothers and deceiving someone who trusted him so much.

Killers, especially professional killers, usually have an organization behind them.

If there is a traitor within the organization, many killers will suffer misfortune.

Therefore, Wang Jun has never had a good impression of traitors.

He patted Li Xuanchen on the shoulder and repeated his knowledge of the traitor.

After a long silence, Li Xuanchen nodded, "I will never show mercy when facing a traitor, no matter who he is."

"Just figure it out," Wang Jun nodded imperceptibly and changed the subject: "How is your personal relationship with Sister Qiangwei?"

"It's not that good, she never likes talking to others." Li Xuanchen scratched his head, "Don't look at Sister Qiangwei's ability to make fun of everyone. She seems to be familiar with her, but in fact she is just...

"

After hesitating for half a second, Li Xuanchen found the right words and continued: "You are so arrogant, Sister Qiangwei doesn't care about unnecessary things at all. In addition to doing her job well, she is responsible for the pursuit of the Blood Worshiping Sect.

Extremely paranoid."

Wang Jun said: "You are not familiar with her, so there is no friendship, but you want to assist me in the investigation, which means you don't think she is suspicious."

"I can't say I'm 100% sure." Li Xuanchen nodded.

"What's the reason?" Wang Jun smiled.

Li Xuanchen scratched his head, "I already told you that I don't like using my head."

Wang Jun shook his head slowly, with a solemn expression and a calm tone:

"Laziness in thinking brings about inner powerlessness. You can't always have someone around you to help you think."

"Brother Ye Zhen, sister-in-law, me, or anyone else, you should not let other individuals think for you."

"What if one day you are alone outside? If you think, you will live. If you don't think, you will die."

Li Xuanchen said: "Ajun, your statement is too extreme. I am at the peak of level 3, and the next step is level 4. Even if I am walking alone in the wilderness, there will be no big problem if I am careful."

Pointing his fingers at his temples, Wang Jun said: "Without self-thinking, no matter how strong you are, you are just fodder for others."

Li Xuanchen was stunned and whispered: "Maybe you are right, but I don't know where to start."

"From now on," Wang Jun smiled warmly and gave a thumbs up, "you can treat my questions as a novice guide."

Li Xuanchen:(??w??)?

Wang Jun kindly reminded: "Sister Qiangwei doesn't have much contact with people in Heifeng Alley. She usually stays alone in Xingfu Apartment."

"That's right, if she doesn't interact with people, how can she get the internal information of Black Front Alley?" Li Xuanchen nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, others were secretly frightened as they watched the silent conversation between Wang Jun and Li Xuanchen. Li Xuanchen was recognized as one of the twelve swordsmen in Black Front Alley, and he was considered a big shot in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wang Jun looks very young, but like an elder, he teaches the younger generation diligently.

The owner of the breakfast shop narrowed his eyes, stopped working, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette for himself.

This is an agreed signal, and the content is very simple - there may be new actions in Black Front Alley in the near future.

If the information is passed on, the shop owner will get 1 million federal coins.

And all he had to do was light a cigarette.

More than twenty meters away, on a bench resting on the side of the road, an old man wearing a fisherman's hat put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up suddenly, and walked quickly into the corner of the alley.

With a snapping sound, Wang Jun slammed the table and stood up, dashing in front of the middle-aged boss. With the wings of the butterfly knife dancing lightly and the blade as fast as lightning, he pressed it against his throat.
Chapter completed!