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A day later.

H City, Bruce upstairs, Hong Tao has been living here since he was released from prison, the office has been briefly modified, inside is a bedroom, a bed, some simple wardrobes, there is no home at all, more like a hotel.

Hong Tao trembled, his face turned pale, his whole body was sweating, he was curled up on the bed, his body temperature was terrifying, no matter how many quilts he covered, his body was the same cold.

In the distance, on the table, there are two colorful and small photographs, the room is pitch black, and there are four candles crackling next to the photo.

Hong Tao's eyes stared blankly at the photo.Under the faint light.The two of them smiled brightly.Hong Tao's body became even colder......

Outside the Bruce Gate.

"Squeak.."

A Range Rover is parked at the door.

"Bang dang."

The car door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a trench coat and a scarf around his neck came out.

In the hall, singing and dancing, the music is noisy, the middle-aged man leads the person, and walks upstairs without saying a word.

In the corridor upstairs, the smell of smoke was permeating, and six or seven people were standing at the door of Hong Tao's office, all talking with serious faces.

"Stomp, stomp...."

The middle-aged man took a big stride, his head looked down at the ground, he stood in the corridor and turned around, the other two people continued to walk forward, everyone listened to the footsteps, turned around quickly, just wanted to ask, saw two strong men, and was stunned abruptly.

“...... Yuan... Yuan... Brother, Ball, Brother.." One of the older men, looked at the two of them in disbelief, stumbled, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, suddenly looked up, glanced at the back of the middle-aged man in the distance, and his body froze suddenly.

"What are you doing here... It's all right, let's go." A middle-aged man named Brother Qiu, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, left-handed, about 1.7 meters tall, with very high cheekbones, not like a northerner.

“...... Tao...."

"Let's go, I've got something to call you." Before the man could speak again, the fat man named Brother Yuan interrupted him again, and waved his hand impatiently.

Everyone looked at the person who was talking, and felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and they didn't dare to speak, and the person who spoke paused, and said with a smile: "Let's sit in the lounge next to us for a while.

"Hmm...."Brother Yuan tapped his lion-like head and snorted, indicating that he heard it.

Everyone walked into the lounge next to them step by step.Brother Qiu pushed open the door of the office.Standing at the door without moving.The middle-aged man turned around.Without saying a word.Walked to the door.Directly entered Hong Tao's office.Then Brother Qiu slammed.Dragged the door shut.

After the middle-aged man entered the room, he glanced around the office, slowly took off his coat, hung it on the wall, and then pushed open the door of Hong Tao's bedroom and walked in.

The room was still dark, and the middle-aged man instinctively twisted his head to the faintly lit candle, and when his eyes saw the two pictures on the table, his lungs seemed to lose power for a moment.

"Bang dang..."

The middle-aged man leaned against the door with a bang, his forehead crackled with beads of sweat, his mouth opened, he pumped air into his lungs, but his brain was still dizzy, and his breathing suddenly became short.

"Bang bang.."

The middle-aged man stretched out his wrinkled palm, quickly reached into his trouser pocket, shuddered and took out a small medicine bottle, slid down, sat down on the ground, unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two white pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and then swallowed with a mouthful of saliva.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, and after three or four minutes, his chest slowly calmed down, and he stood up with his palms on the ground and gritted his teeth. Don't call me."

"......." Hong Tao looked at the photo in a daze, his whole body trembled, as if he hadn't seen middle age at all.

"Peng.." The middle-aged man stared at Hong Tao, paused for a second, suddenly reached out, grabbed Hong Tao's hair roughly, and pulled down hard.

"Poof.."

Hong Tao's head hit the ground first, and his whole body rolled off the bed.

"Huh.."

The middle-aged man took out the belt around his waist in an instant, folded it in his hand, and the belt clamp was facing down.

"Smack. Click.."

The belt was pumped very Hong Tao's head. The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his neck was bruised, and he asked again: "Say, why don't you call me..."

"Smack..."

The belt fell down again, and the clip scraped on Hong Tao's head, and suddenly a triangular hole appeared, and blood flowed down...

"Hong Tao... How many more people are you going to kill?"

"Bang Bang..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, the belt was pulled down like a storm, the flood was not blocked at all, he was lying on the ground, like a walking corpse, motionless.

"I'm fifty years old, and I have a few more years to live. When will you grow up... When will you be able to do something that satisfies me..."The middle-aged man roared with tears on his face, and the belt became more and more ruthless.

"Get up. . . Kneeling .." The middle-aged man gasped and shouted at Hong Tao.

Hong Tao's brain was dizzy, he shook his head vigorously, he held on to the ground, slowly knelt on the ground, pursed his lips, looked up at the middle-aged man, turned his head, shed tears, and said hoarsely: "... Father... I was wrong...."

The middle-aged man listened to this voice, looked at Hong Tao, whose face was covered with blood and could no longer see his face clearly, raised his belt arm, trembled, and held it for a long time, and fell to the ground with a bang.

“...... Of all my contemporaries... None of them are as hard as I am...... The Son does not teach the Father... Our family can do this... I'm a parent... It's responsible......... the middle-aged man took a few steps back, sat down on the bed with a puff, buried his cheek in the palm of his hand, and said in a lost voice.

The room was silent again.In the distance, Hong Xin and Zigang were smiling.Looking at the father and son quietly.The smile didn't seem to be so bright......