the knife of love

Chapter 272 He will be afraid too

Guan Lue arranged everything, and the people who brought him all received tasks and scattered around.

The wind blowing from outside the courtyard door seemed to be stronger, and the hem of Guan Lue's coat was blown up, Lao Mai took a breath slightly.

"If you find the trace of the other party, can you leave a way for Ye Zi?"

When Guan Lue heard this, he narrowed his eyes, and there was a layer of slight ridicule in his eyes, but he didn't answer Lao Mai.

Lao Mai urged again: "Is it okay?"

At this moment, Guan Lue simply laughed outright, gave him a sharp look, turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate.

Lao Mai was not reconciled, and chased after him: "Old Jiu, answer me, at least save Ye Zi's life!" His voice was hurried and deep, but Guan Lue, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and grabbed Lao Mai's collar with one hand.

"Now you know that you came to beg me to save her life? What about before? Who of you thought about me before, who thought about Shen Chunguang's life?" These words were almost bitten out by Guan Lue, biting like words The words were bloody, and the coldness in his eyes could no longer be hidden, flooding in like a flood.

Lao Mai was a little shorter than Guan, and the latter had strong hands, almost lifting Lao Mai from the ground.

Lao Mai didn't struggle, and let him grab his collar and glared at him. He actually saw a trace of fragility and fear in Guan Lue's cold black eyes.

Yes, fear!
This man, since Shen Chunguang's disappearance, has been calm and stable. Although Jiurongtai is about to be overthrown by him, the expression on his face has never let out a trace of panic. Even when he was found in Luoshui Town before He didn't show any fuss when he put on the bloody coat, so steady that Lao Mai almost thought that Shen Chunguang's status in his heart was nothing more than that.

But now?

In this dilapidated courtyard, standing under the bald ginkgo tree, this man grabbed his collar viciously, with such obvious fear under his murderous eyes.

He is afraid, who said he is not afraid?
He just hid his emotions too well.

"How did you do it? How did you manage to be so calm when she had no news?" Lao Mai suddenly asked such a question, because he found that he couldn't do it at all. He went to Ye Tan's place more than an hour ago. When I looked for her at the residence and found that she was gone, I was in a panic at that time, but why was the man in front of me so calm?

Guan Lue's eyes flickered, the cold expression just now seemed to have disappeared, he paused for a few seconds before he let go of Lao Mai's collar, turned around...

The wind in the yard was even stronger, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown up, hovering around their feet.

Lao Mai stood behind him, looking at Guan Lue's slightly bowed back. After waiting for a while, the man in front of him did not speak, but took out a cigarette from his pocket. Unfortunately, the wind in the courtyard was too strong, and the lighter crackled. He didn't light it up twice, and finally he bowed his body and blocked it with his hands, buried his head down, and the white mist was blown away by the wind with the smell of smoke.

Lao Mai could only see the back of his head, the white smoke was dense, and Guan Yue took a sharp puff. After a while, he finally heard his solemn and solemn voice: "She is waiting for me. If I don't calm down, how can I put her away?" An Ran brought it back?"

The sound of the wind seemed to stop at that moment...

The branches of the ginkgo tree moved, and Lao Mai seemed to hear the whole world gasp.

Yaba took people to search all around the old alley, but found nothing.

Guan Lue went to see Zhao Changde in person, and he was temporarily confined in his house by the people of Jiurongtai.

When Guan Lue entered, he was writing in his study, painting Danqing calligraphy, holding a brush in his hand, wearing a thick white Tang suit, although he was over fifty, but he was well-maintained, with a clear look in his eyes Qi.

Guan Lue has always felt that Zhao Changde is the most virtuous among so many "uncles", not only because of his clear and straightforward conduct, but also because of the morality in his heart.

It's a pity that his morality was misused.

"Uncle De!" Guan Lue walked into the study.

Zhao Changde didn't stop writing in his hand, and didn't even raise his head.

Guan Lue knew his temper, so he didn't mind, and walked to the desk.

"Can we talk?"

"No time." He took the brush and wrote neatly on the rice paper without stopping, as if he was concentrating on the words below.

Guan glanced slightly. He didn't understand these leisurely and elegant things, so he just said, "I can wait until you finish writing."

"Wait for me to finish writing?" Zhao Changde finally stopped, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Do you think you still have time to wait?"

"Yes, as long as I say yes."

Zhao Changde was noncommittal, smiled vainly and then lowered his head to continue writing on the paper.

Guan Lue stopped talking, and stood in front of the table and waited. After waiting for a few minutes, a copybook was finally finished. Zhao Changde picked up the paper from the table, shook it, and the ink was blown dry before he asked: " Do you know what I'm writing here?"

Guan glanced at it, and there were a few rows of words scribbled on it, and they were in traditional characters. He smiled: "Uncle De should know that I don't read much."

"Yes, you don't read much, but you have a bright mind, and the old man didn't miss it back then." Zhao Changde put down the paper, and finally got up from the desk.

"I know what you are here for today, but you should understand my temper."

"Understood, Uncle De has a high spirit and is not someone who can be blackmailed."

"Threat?" Zhao Changde laughed heartily, standing in front of the bookshelf in plain clothes, "What are you using to blackmail me?"

To put it bluntly, Guan Lue has no way to refute.

Zhao Changde really had nothing to threaten, he had no children, no father and no mother, and he was alone, so that was his life left, but he was not a person who was afraid of death, and ordinary means would not work on him.

"Okay, let me ask. I checked your fund account. Fan Qingyan and Du Hong's drug business is not yours. Why are you risking your life to help them?"

"No reason, Mr. Du saved my life back then. If it weren't for Mr. Du, I wouldn't have the rich clothes and food that Zhao Changde had for so many years, and the only one left in the Du family is Xiaohong. I will do it for me no matter what. Master Du, keep it."

"So you did so much just for the kindness of Mr. Du back then?"

Zhao Changde smiled lightly: "It can be said that, but you are smarter than I expected, they just moved you, a woman, but you used this opportunity to shuffle the entire Jiurongtai, after last night probably No one dares to disobey you anymore, you are better than the old man in this regard. After all, the old man is not as neat as you, otherwise Chi Feng would not have been spared that life back then, and Xiao Hong would not have been wronged by him for so many years."

After all, Zhao Changde was still wholeheartedly helping the Du family, and Guan Lue knew that probably he would not be able to ask anything from him.

"Since Uncle De is unwilling to cooperate, don't blame me for making things difficult for you in the future."

"Hahaha... embarrassing?" Zhao Changde looked at the man in front of him, with eyebrows and eyes in his 30s, but he already had wrists that had gone through the world and an aura that overwhelmed others. But I feel that your wording is more appropriate than anyone else. To put it bluntly, you will take my life away sooner or later. It’s just that there is no reason for these years. It’s okay now. You can set me up with a crime, and the whole Jiurong Who dares to say no to you?"

Guan slightly frowned for a moment.

Fearless and fearless, Zhao Changde grabbed a brush and began to write on another piece of paper.

At noon, the study room was breezy, and the warm winter light came in from the window and shone on his whitish silk gown, making him look more clear and solemn.

The mobile phone in Guan Lue's pocket rang at that moment, he took it out and took a look, his expression suddenly changed, and he was about to leave the study.

Zhao Changde behind the desk suddenly called him to stop.

"Wait, since you still want to call me Uncle De, as an elder, I should also remind you. Do you know why the old man pushed you to take the lead?"

"why?"

"Because he thinks you are tough enough."

"Heh...is it ruthless enough?" Guan Lue could only sneer.

"The old man once told me that the first time I saw you...do you remember the situation at that time?"

Of course Guan Lue remembered.

That night coincided with the end-of-year banquet in Jiurongtai. Two principals from other places conspired to tie up Guan Zhaorong at the banquet. Guan Zhaorong's two bodyguards tried their best to protect him and let him escape. He had already suffered a gunshot wound and could not run far. , just ran to an alley behind the hotel, and bumped into Guan Lue who had just returned from a night in the game hall.

Guan Lue didn't know Guan Zhaorong at that time. He only saw a young man chasing him. Seeing that Guan Lue was a child, the man didn't pay attention to him. He kicked Guan Lue aside and scolded him. He grinned: "Little brat, get out of here and play."

Then he rushed towards Guan Zhaorong. Guan Zhaorong was not the man's opponent after being shot. Got stabbed in the back...

That was the first time in Guan Lue's memory that he used a knife on someone.

"The old man said that the blood of the man at that time made his face smeared. He wiped it with his hand and saw that you were standing behind the man with blood all over your body and face, holding a handful of short fruit in your hand. The knife, blood is still dripping from the edge of the knife, but you seem to have no fear at all, and your eyes are surprisingly quiet, how old were you at that time?"

Guan slightly bared his teeth: "Nine years old."

Nine years old, what are nine-year-olds doing?Playing with mud and candy?But Guan Lue had already stabbed someone with a knife.

"I was also excited that time!" The person should have spat at him with disdain, "little kid", and "little kid" would be upset.

"Then you pounced on him and gave him a knife?"

"No, it was two knives, and then I made another one."

"..."

Many years later, when Guan Lue recalled the scene at that time, he still looked peaceful, as if such a bloody experience had not left a deep impression on his young heart at all.

"Uncle De suddenly talked to me about this, what's the purpose?"

Zhao Changde smiled falsely again: "Praise you, praise you for being ruthless, the old man did not choose the wrong person back then, but now I don't think so."

"How do you say that?"

"Don't understand? Uncle De reminds you, what kind of person is the scariest?"

"Like you!" Guan Lue replied directly.

Zhao Changde simply laughed out loud, "Yes, let's just say that you have a good brain. Like me, you have no weakness, and naturally you have no breakthroughs. You were also such a person before, so you acted neatly. The top spot is firmly seated, but it is different now, you have a weakness, Ah Hong and the others are holding onto your weakness, they dare to do anything if they are in a hurry, what will you do then?"

……

Guan Lue came out of Zhao Changde's study room, the sunshine in the small yard was very good, the grape trellis in the corner was already withered, but the orchids in the bottom pots were blooming just right, bunches of orchids were connected together to respond to the warm winter sun, it was heartwarming to see Panic.

The people guarding the yard hurried forward and bowed respectfully.

"Ninth brother, I asked all the questions you asked last night, but his mouth was tight and he couldn't ask a single word, and you specifically stated that we are not allowed to use torture, so..." The people below looked embarrassed.

Guan slightly nodded: "I see."

"Now, how do we deal with this inside?"

Guan Lue glanced back again, the study window was open, Zhao Changde changed another piece of paper and wrote on it.

"But it's different now. You have a weakness. Ah Hong and the others are holding on to your weakness. They dare to do anything in a hurry. What can you do then?"

With these words still echoing in his mind, Guan Lue rubbed his fingers while standing in the courtyard where the warm sun suddenly appeared.

"Take care of the person for the time being, and wait for my order."

……

Guan Lue drove away from Zhao Changde's house.

Yala was already waiting for him at the door of the Ninth Commander, and when he saw his car coming in, he immediately ran forward with a flustered expression.

"Brother Nine..."

"What about things?"

"Inside the store."

"what?"

"I... hey, you'd better go and see for yourself." Yaba hesitated, his voice trembling, Guan Lue saw him frightened like that, scolded "no prospect" and joined the Ninth Commander.

There were no customers in the store at that time, and several shop assistants gathered around the cashier counter. When Guan Lue came in, they all shouted "Boss" and then fell silent, but everyone had obvious signs written on their faces. of fear.

Guan Lue didn't respond, and followed Yala into the back kitchen.

There was no one in the back kitchen, so Yaba took a package from the cooking table next to her. The seal of the package had been torn open, and she took out a rusty tin box from inside. The box was small, about the size of a fist.

"Ninth Brother..." Yala handed over the box.

Guan Lue took it over and was about to open it, but Yala swallowed and said, "Be prepared, the things... are not very clean."

Guan Lue couldn't help frowning again, took a deep breath, pressed the edge of the iron sheet with his fingers to open the box, saw the contents inside, his mind exploded at that moment, and his fingers holding the iron box tightened little by little. , the fingertips were cut by the iron sheet, and blood oozes out.

"Ninth brother..." Yala's voice trembled violently.

Guan Lue didn't make a sound, his eyes scratched at the things in the box as if they were about to bleed.

Yala's eyes have already started to turn red: "Ninth Brother, don't do this, you..."

"Who sent the things?" The voice was as cold as ice.

Yaba took a breath: "It is said that the courier, the cashier in the store signed for it. I thought someone bought it online, but when I opened it, I found..." Yaba wiped his face again, and did not dare to continue.

Guan slightly closed his eyes in pain, squeezed the box in his hand and took a deep breath...

(End of this chapter)