With a crisp crackling sound, the empty room fell into a deathly silence, and the air seemed to be stagnant, full of suffocation, so stuffy that people didn't dare to gasp loudly, for fear of disturbing something. A glass of dark red liquid was thrown on the ground, shattered and scattered.

"Excuse me, my hands are shaking." Poison Eagle showed a smiling content, and said without saltiness. This is Poison Eagle's manor, an empty conference room, with a long sandalwood table, full of people, the main seat sits Poison Eagle, and the first places on both sides of him are Ji Mochen and Xu Wen.

Around the room, there were bodyguards in black suits, among whom stood at the door, the two bodyguards closest to the poisonous eagle quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground, took out a new wine glass, filled it with wine, and gently placed it in front of the poisonous eagle.

Poison Eagle slowly picked up the wine glass, shook it in his hand, and smiled, but the smile was full of falsehood, and his eyes were piercing cold. Finally, he spoke in a slow tone: "All of you here, can any of you tell me why, the latest transactions in our gang have gone wrong, and the police actually knew in advance that so many of our brothers have been arrested, and the losses have been heavy, and the boiled duck has just watched it fly away, and the white silver has disappeared from your noses like this, don't you feel angry!" Why are they indifferent one by one, and it doesn't matter what they hang high. ”

He put down his glass and looked around, his eyes unpredictable, his cold and piercing eyes like a poisonous snake spitting red blood, sweeping the faces of everyone on the table one by one. From the initial calm and calm to the uncontrollable impatience, different from the previous smooth sailing, the failure of the transaction again and again, the provocation of the police again and again, has made his patience disappear, he can't put on the previous smiling face and groaning, he can only try his best to control the anger that is about to erupt in his chest, so that it does not explode out of control.

Just yesterday, Lou Yuanfeng, the blood father who had always called to greet him only when he needed his help, actually asked him out, saying that he hadn't seen each other for a long time, and that he would get together and talk to the father and son.

Poison Eagle saw Lou Yuanfeng acting like this, he was so estranged that he couldn't do it, he was disgusted in his heart, he was a person who knew the roots, and he was still pretending to be here, if it weren't for the relationship of interests, in order to contribute to the official career of him and his youngest son Lou Hao, Poison Eagle believed that Lou Yuanfeng would never even give him a look.

After all, he is a negative person who will abandon his wife and children for the sake of glory and wealth. It's just that I pity the mother who was waiting for Lou Yuanfeng in the countryside, thinking that her husband would soar and become a dragon among people and take her to the county seat to enjoy a good life, but in the end she only ended up with a bad wife.

And her husband, who is extremely smart and wealthy, climbed to the daughter of the powerful director of the Central Bureau early on for his career, and gave birth to a good son, who has the same dirty blood as him. Lou Yuanfeng was also thorough enough, hard-hearted enough, and he was afraid that the truth that he had married a wife and had children would be discovered, which led to the shattering of his hard-won dream of wealth and wealth, ruthlessly broke them up, and sent him into the tiger's mouth.

I remember that when I was a child, I lived in that family, and I was usually in a bad mood, I would be beaten and scolded by them, men took cigarette butts to burn their skin, women took hangers, and took sharp homes to leave scars on their bodies. Eating leftovers, being summoned by them like dogs, calling away, living miserable, and prolonging the days of survival, he felt a strong hatred in his heart.

He hated the cold-blooded, ruthless, selfish Lou Yuanfeng, and he hated being moody, wantonly abusing his family, and he also hated the injustice of this world, what did he do wrong, why did he let him bear this, is it not his life, why is he trapped by others, there is no room to turn over. Poison Eagle believes that Lou Yuanfeng will definitely not even give him a look.

They thought that they would never resist when they trampled on it, and would only swallow their anger and obey it, but they did not know that they had kept a poisonous snake in captivity that was accumulating venom and sharpening its fangs every day, waiting for a suitable opportunity, if necessary, to open its bloody mouth and give them a fatal blow.

Finally, at the age of fifteen, on a stormy night, he avenged himself with a rusty sickle, and the screams, screams, and cries for help of women and men were like a fast-paced, passionate, and majestic symphony. The strong smell of blood made his whole body excited, and it was at that moment that he really felt that he was really living in this world. It turned out that the moment he picked up the scythe, he really took control of his own destiny.

After that, Lou Yuanfeng, who had disappeared and hid aside as a shrunken turtle, found him, of course, he looked at his eyes, and the poisonous eagle would never forget it. Not fear, not disgust, not repentance, but like discovering some rare treasure, and can't wait to take it for itself.

He is indeed his treasure, a pistol with a black hole, pointing wherever it shoots, and it is also a sharp sword that kills without seeing blood, silently harvesting other people's lives. However, the only good thing that Lou Yuanfeng did was to send him into this dark place, so that he could see a lot of dirty things and learn a lot of vicious methods. In this place where the sun does not shine, it is most suitable for him to survive as a poisonous snake that likes yin and cannot see light.

In the luxurious and extravagant restaurant box, two people sat facing each other without saying a word, and the air was also filled with tension and embarrassment.

One is a little gray hair, cloudy eyes, slender eyes are always squinting, shining with a shrew shimmer, slightly fat, wearing a black suit, looking like a man in his fifties or sixties.

The other was wearing a gray cotton and linen trouser with a strong Chinese style, and the top was also printed with a clear and straight bamboo forest, looking like an elegant, very learned man of about forty, he was carelessly fiddling with a cyan ceramic wine glass in his hand, with a seemingly gentle smile on his face, but if you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were low with cold winter snow, without a trace of warmth.

Although the temperaments of these two people are very different, they can be seen from their somewhat similar faces, they are a father and son, but the false enthusiasm of the two people on the surface shows that they are not like father and son whose blood is thicker than water, but like two insignificant strangers.