Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The dark corridor suddenly lit up with lights, and Tang Hong walked down the stairs.

In the secret room were photos of several old friends. The frames were spotless, and it seemed that someone came to clean them regularly.

Tang Hong pulled over a stool and sat in front of a few photos. The six old friends in front of him were the ones who had built their empire with him.

There were two vacant seats at the table, one was the seat he reserved for himself, and the other was for Jian Rong's father.

Many years ago, when he had not yet achieved his current position, he and a few friends made an appointment to go out into the society, and later they really became famous.

As more and more trivial things happened around them, such as being chased while riding in a car and being poisoned while eating, they realized that sometimes patience will not help.

Later, several people began to resist, pulling out the thorns in their eyes one by one, and removing the thorns in their flesh bit by bit, and the turmoil finally came to an end.

"Old Meng, you won't blame me for guiding your son. He has outstanding abilities, but if he doesn't accept some training, it will be difficult for him to make a career. Just like you back then, you insisted on going out to expand the territory, fell into a trap, and finally never came back." As he said this, Tang Hong sighed.

"But don't worry. I'm sick and will be leaving soon. Things here should be handed over to the next generation of children. As for you, don't drink all the time. When you have nothing to do, send a dream to your son and warn him not to bully our Xiaocuo.

Once they all understand the deeper meaning, I may drink with you again."

As he spoke, Tang Hong picked up the wine bowl beside him and poured himself a glass of white wine. Then he drank it in one gulp and stood up staggeringly.

He took out his medical record from his arms, pressed it on the empty space in front of him, then turned and left the secret room.

Tang Hong closed the door of the secret room, sat on a chair beside it, then took out a pen, wrote a letter, and hid it in a hidden corner.

In the forest, Jian Rong glanced around and walked cautiously.

Duan Nanxing behind him quickly followed his pace, then patted his shoulder, "I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Jian Rong stopped and turned to look at him.

"My uncle is going to take action. He sent me a message last night saying that he has already controlled the people around Tang Hong. The rest is up to you. He also said that he doesn't want to fight for any position, he just wants revenge."

"I know." Jian Rong didn't react much after hearing his words.

"After we catch Tang Hong, I'll hand him over to you to deal with. As for my uncle's other brothers, they were not involved in the plan to kill your father, so you can just spare their lives." Duan Nanxing relayed Meng Zhuo's words.

"Well, I won't kill them." Jian Rong said coldly, "Anything else?"

"And... Tangcuo, don't forget what you promised me..."

Understanding the implication of Duan Nanxing's words, Jian Rong's face darkened slightly. Although he didn't know where this feeling came from, he couldn't help feeling irritated when he heard that others were interested in Tang Cuo.

This time, he did not answer Duan Nanxing, but turned around and walked forward on his own.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Duan Nanxing looked at his indifferent expression and asked again.

"I can let him go, but can your uncle? Don't forget, he is also the murderer of your uncle's father." Jian Rong said in a cold voice.

Speaking of this, Duan Nanxing's confidence unconsciously decreased a little, "I will talk to my uncle."

"Then wait until he agrees."

The topic was interrupted here, and the two of them walked to the tree tied with a red ribbon and hid aside carefully.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, as if no one else had come along except them. The two of them half-knelt down, looking straight ahead.

After a long time, there was a rustling sound behind him. Jian Rong came back to his senses and lowered his breathing.

"Fuck, this is such a barren place, why on earth would I come here?"

"Okay, stop complaining. You're not here alone. We're all here together." The man behind him raised his hand and patted his shoulder, comforting him.

"No way, which tree is the red scarf tied to? I'm really impressed. Which idiot came up with this quest?"

Jian Rong listened quietly to the two people's complaints, and then silently exchanged a glance with Duan Nanxing.

"Hey? Stop arguing. It's making me dizzy. Look, the red scarf is not there." The man raised his hand and pointed at a tree trunk in the distance.

A red scarf was hanging on the tree, swaying in the wind.

"What do you say, Qin Xin, do you want to get it or should I?" The man looked up at the other person who kept complaining and asked.

Qin Xin bent down, picked up a stone at random, and held it in his palm. "Just take it, Wang Xiao, are you tired of living?"

"Hey! You." Wang Xiao curled his lips when he heard his words, "Then what do you say? What should we do?"

"You hide aside first, I'll try." Qin Xin pointed behind a stone, then shook the stone in his hand and threw it away.

The stones hit the leaves, making a few crisp sounds, and then a roar was heard.

"Oh my god, there's a tiger here, and it's a white tiger." Qin Xin frowned as he looked at the white tiger that suddenly appeared in front of him, "This is not going to be easy."

The man quickly hid behind a rock, looked at his companion who was standing frozen in place, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Wang Xiao just came back to his senses when he was grabbed by the arm, "Let's go back first. It's not going to be easy for us. We need to think about it carefully."

After listening to his suggestion, Wang Xiao didn't say much. He followed his steps and turned to leave. The white tiger didn't seem to have any intention of chasing him. After roaring, it returned to the bushes.

Jian Rong looked at this scene with a serious expression, then turned to look at Duan Nanxing, "Should we go back and tell them, or should we just do it?"

"Just do it. Telling them won't help. I'll go and lure it away in a bit. You hurry." Duan Nanxing restrained his usual cynical look and became a little more serious.

"Yeah." Jian Rong didn't say much and made a gesture silently.

Then, Duan Nanxing stepped out, imitating the man's actions, picked up a fist-sized stone, and quickly threw it into the bushes.

Another roar sounded, and the stone seemed to hit the white tiger's head. It bared its teeth, showing a ferocious expression, and pounced towards Duan Nanxing.

Seeing that he was led here, Duan Nanxing turned and left, looking at Jian Rong, "Hurry up." Then he ran deeper into the forest.

The white tiger roared and chased Duan Nanxing closely. In an instant, the man and the tiger disappeared without a trace.

Jian Rong did not waste any time either. He quickly went into the bushes, looked around, and climbed up the tree in a few steps.