Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chi Qinghe didn't want to let it go, so he started the second plan.

He not only hacked into Gong Boqi's phone, but also Dong Zhu, the person he trusted most.

Seeing the small red dot moving at a constant speed on the road on the screen, Chi Qinghe's breathing became heavier. When he spoke again with his dry throat, his voice was so hoarse as if it had been run over by a car.

"found it."

The roads were slippery on rainy days, and cars kept stopping and starting, with the intersections filled with the drivers' angry beeps.

The damp and sticky air always invisibly suppresses people's excitement and makes them fall into indescribable depression.

Gong Baiqi closed his eyes and pondered since he got in the car.

When the car stopped for who knows how many times, he raised his eyelids tiredly, looked at the flashing shopping mall sign not far away, and rarely had the idea of ​​going out for a walk.

Assistant Dong wanted to accompany him, but Gong Boqi said he wanted to go alone, so he had no choice but to send two bodyguards to follow him closely.

This is the most bustling and prosperous commercial city in the city center, with a lot of people.

The rain was pouring down heavily today, and the place was crowded with people trying to hide from the rain.

Gong Boqi said he was just strolling around, but he actually bought a lot of things.

The most time is spent in the snack section of the supermarket.

I don’t know what his motivation was, but he bought everything that Gong Huasui liked.

Chi Qinghe followed him wearing a mask, feeling the irony, and the bag of potato chips in his hand was almost bursting.

"Brother, potato chips... mine..."

Suddenly, a child's accusing voice was heard from below, and Chi Qinghe realized that the potato chips were taken from the child's shopping cart.

"Sorry, I'll get you a new one."

Chi Qinghe took the new one from the innermost shelf and kept the old one in his arms.

The child stared at Chi Qinghe's departing back, recalled the fleeting red color, opened his mouth and let out a scream.

"Brother is a little white rabbit transformed! He's a goblin!"

When the child's mother came back, she heard the exclamation and looked in the direction he was looking. She didn't see any strange people, but she still asked.

"Why do you say my brother was transformed from a little white rabbit?"

"Because my brother's eyes...are very red! Like a rabbit's!"

Hearing this, the child's mother smiled.

"Red eyes mean you're tired and need to rest. Or maybe you've encountered something very sad and cried too much, so your eyes will turn red. Don't call others rabbit fairies anymore."

"I'm not scolding...Brother...looking good...praise him."

The child's mother laughed and rubbed his head helplessly.

Chi Qinghe was unaware of the little episode here. After paying the bill, he followed Gong Boqi's footsteps and squeezed into the crowd again.

The crowd around was getting smaller and smaller, and the obstructions were gradually disappearing, until Gong Boqi, carrying two large bags of snacks, turned out of the mall from the back door and entered an empty warehouse area.

Chi Qinghe knew that he had discovered it a long time ago, and quickly checked the surroundings. When he saw the surveillance camera facing him, he frowned fiercely, but his hand holding the knife handle did not loosen.

"You did it on purpose." He stared coldly ahead.

Gong Boqi put the shopping bag at his feet and placed his hands on his lower back.

Of course he knew what this deliberate reference was.

He deliberately killed Gong Huasui to lure out some mysterious entity behind him.

He did have this guess and originally wanted to verify it later, but unfortunately the child was too naughty, so he had to plan ahead.

It turned out that he was right.

"Isn't it enough that he is still alive?" Gong Baiqi said in a cold tone.

"Who do you think he is? Kill him if you want! Beat him if you want!"

Chi Qinghe's hands turned white from exerting so much force, and he slowly approached Gong Baiqi.

"You learned the killing techniques on the battlefield, but ended up using them on your own nephew. What a irony of your life..."

Satire?

Gong Baiqi pursed his lips and laughed softly.

He raised his head and looked straight into Chi Qinghe's eyes, his voice as cold-blooded as ever.

"His life was originally given by Ah Sheng. Since there is a chance to exchange one life for another, why should I refuse?"

He didn't mind Chi Qinghe's approach at all. On the contrary, he boldly took a few steps forward.

"If you were me, you would make the same choice, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here today."

Chi Qinghe's hand holding the knife handle suddenly froze, and his scarlet eyes trembled, "I can't!"

Gong Boqi said disdainfully, "You will."

Chi Qinghe's teeth were chattering with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"There's never just one choice before you, and hurting Gong Huasui isn't an option."

He glared at Gong Boqi viciously, savagely tearing off the surface and exposing Gong Boqi's most filthy true thoughts.

"Don't make yourself sound so noble."

"You assaulted him, abused him, and locked him in the basement because you enjoyed watching him beg for mercy under your control!"

"So you can't accept his resistance, you can't accept him expressing his demands again and again, and you can't accept your ridiculous authority being challenged!"

After being rained on for too long, Chi Qinghe's lips became much lighter, with a faint bluish purple tint, and he looked pitiful and miserable.

But his back remained straight and his expression never wavered.

He unconditionally stood in front of Gong Huasui, and gradually eliminated the shadow of his first half of life.

Gong Baiqi looked at the young man in front of him, with contempt, disdain, and disdain in his eyes.

"We share the same blood, the closest and most reliable relationship in the world. As long as he listens to me, no matter what he does, I will cover for him and let him live the rest of his life in peace."

"What about you? Who do you think you are? You made a little money speculating and have a few connections, and you're thinking of taking him away from me? Can you afford to support him?"

Gong Baiqi paid close attention to Chi Qing's every change in expression. Seeing that he was unmoved, he continued speaking slowly.

"Now he's young and impulsive. He can abandon his family and everything for you. But ten or twenty years from now, can you guarantee that he won't regret it?"

"For a man, I cut off all contact with my family and completely destroyed my own escape route..."

Gong Baiqi summed it up in two words sarcastically.

"madness."

They looked at each other from two meters apart.

A man dressed in loose clothes and a warm Mao suit gave off a strong warlord vibe, making him hard to understand.

A man was wearing a shirt and trousers, with a baseball cap on his head covering most of his face, revealing only his pale chin and the murderous intent that was naked on his body.

The lights in the warehouse are a warm orange, unable to dispel any trace of the cold.

The strong smell of gunpowder seemed to turn into substance. They were all waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the appearance of sparks, and then vent all the anger and hatred in their bodies.

"Buzz-buzz-"

A cell phone rang suddenly.

Chi Qinghe's expression suddenly froze. He almost immediately guessed who was calling.

Gong Boqi took out his cell phone, saw an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, and pressed the answer button.

"Third uncle, where are you? Where's Qinghe? Did Qinghe come looking for you? Don't hurt him, he didn't mean it!"

Gong Baiqi glanced at Chi Qinghe lightly and said, "Okay, as long as you agree to my request, I won't touch him."

After saying that, the other side fell into a very long silence, with only the breathing sounds becoming more and more obvious.

He deliberately held down the microphone and, with rare kindness, explained to the pale-faced young man on the other side his need for an heir.

"It seems he's not very confident in your skills. He thought you failed and was taken to the police station by me. Guess what he'll choose, is it..."

Before he could finish his words, Chi Qinghe took action directly, and the cold blade pierced the phone directly.

This sword was useless, so Chi Qinghe threw it away without hesitation and drew out another one to stab Gong Baiqi.

Gong Boqi grew up in the midst of gunfire and bullets, and even at his age, he could withstand Chi Qinghe's dense and fierce attacks like raindrops.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air rang out again and again, but it failed to hit the target.

Chi Qinghe became calmer. He turned his left wrist and lightly flicked his fingertips on the cuff of his sleeve, and the sharp dinner knife slid out.