The car slowly stopped.

Zhang Ben looked along the light. A few seconds later, a burly man walked out of the car and looked at Zhang Ben with a smile.

"It's you."

Zhang Ben was stunned.

"Haha, I see you have no energy."

The strong man took out two cans of beer from the trunk, threw one to Zhang Ben, opened one himself, leaned against the guardrail of the river bridge, raised his head and took a sip

At Lao Xian's house.

Chen Changjiang, who is more cynical than anyone else and less interesting than anyone else, is staring blankly at the ceiling, eating peanuts and drinking pure foreign wine.

Cheng Junyi is running around "for him" and hasn't come back yet.

He stood alone with the desk lamp and the empty room, wondering what he was thinking about.

Once upon a time, Wang Mumu, who seemed to be as cynical as him, chose to retreat behind the scenes when the black gang reached this point, because he knew that there were many brothers who could help him accomplish what he didn't want to do.

But now, apart from Lao Xian, who else is left in our group.

Who else can carry the banner of the family?

How will the immortal react?
Chapter completed!