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"From the late 1980s to the early 1990s, the so-called black+ social organizations were far less complex and diversified than they are now. Most of them were the nature of rogue groups. The gangsters and second-rate rogues advocated the simplest violence. Fighting and fighting are sometimes for the benefit, but most of them were still for the sake of face, for the sake of prestige, and for the sake of loyalty in the world. To this day, one thing may have changed, maybe never changed, that is, whoever can fight, whoever is bold and whoever is cruel enough will be convinced."

"When I went astray, it was after the nationwide crackdown in 1983 that almost all the characters with a large climate and slightly more famous were arrested and sentenced. Those who were in jail and shot were shot. Few people who were out of the net did not dare to be arrogant, either restrained or simply ran away. The old forces were almost destroyed. In the past two years of 1986 and 1987, the limelight gradually passed, corrected some wrong and heavy sentences, and released a group of people, among which the elder brother level was the best. Some of them turned aside, and some people returned to the right, and some people who were hiding and ran away again, but at this time the new generation had already risen, and there was a small climate. Is it possible to avoid bloody storms?"

The third master took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued: "The late 1980s was the most chaotic period of Beitianhei + Dao. Gangs of big and small, like the acne on my face, so many that I couldn't count them clearly. You pinch me and I cut you, and no one obeyed each other. It was the most exaggerated time. Seven or eight small gangs were eyeing me at the same time, looking for trouble, making a fight, grabbing territory, taking advantage of the troubled waters, and trying to reap the benefits of fishermen. I called me brothers and stabbed me in the back... I led dozens of brothers, chopped my eyes for seven days and seven nights, and I didn't even close my eyes. The kitchen knife was chopped and rolled my mouth. I didn't even care about wiping the blood on them, and I was completely afraid of cutting them. The name "Xiao Zhanhe" has caused a sensation in the city since then. No one dared to call me "Brother Xiao" or "Stray Dog". Everyone respectfully called me "Brother Xiao"..."

The third master seemed to be showing off, but he smiled unsatisfiedly as he kept touching his head, and even felt ashamed of it, as if most people looked back and sighed at their childhood as before. This is a manifestation of the changes in outlook on life and values.

"...In the early 1990s, there were only three organizations that were truly large in Beitian. The only one who emerged like mushrooms after a rain was the only one who survived and grew and grew to occupy the East City. What did I rely on? Glory, fists and machetes! Group fights, singles, plots, encounters, I have experienced countless fierce battles, and how many famous tough characters have been cut down? But there was no one who could leave scars on me until she appeared..."

I didn't answer the conversation, and I couldn't understand his expression, which was too complicated.

"Although I am arrogant, I never feel that I am the best in the world. What I am most conceited is actually achievement. I have never lost in a fight, but I can afford to lose. I know I can't beat you. I can kneel down and lick the soles of my shoes. It is because I can bend and stretched, and I have never fought a war that I cannot be sure of," said the third master. "There is an 'uncle' in Beitian, and the second master, and then I am the third master, but I could have a kick.

He destroyed the two masters and became the only "Xiao Master" in Beitian. However, she had just married her mother at that time, and wanted to accumulate some virtue for the children in her belly, and also to seek peace and stability for her. In addition, the official mediation came forward to mediate, so I agreed to take the initiative to seek peace and alliance and become the "Third Master"... Of course, I destroyed them later. People in the martial arts world valued their promises and loyalty the most, not to mention that we even put in fragrant heads and drank blood wine to pray to brothers, but I still destroyed them. Do you know why?"

I shook my head. The Third Master had said before that he was to be the only "Master" in Beitian, but I always had a feeling-this is not the truth.

"Because of confidence!" said the third master: "I am smarter and more powerful than them. Even if I tear up my promises and don't be loyal, no one dares to rebel against me. I can rebel against me! After that, I become bigger and bigger. If I don't stop bleaching, the people in the officialdom will become less and less down-to-earth. So I have confidence that they will definitely support me to sue Long Xiaotian! But the result is that my conceited achievements have instantly...ah..."

The third master didn't say anything, and I was beating the drum in my heart. If the demon knew that the person who had dealt with her father so miserably would be Dongfang's mother... Is this stinky girl Chu Yuan so lucky to make friends, or is it too bad?

The third master reignited the cigar that he had been twisted. The smoke covered his expression, hazy and blurry, and it was more like a true portrayal of his psychology. "At first I didn't know that there was such an amazing person behind Long Xiaotian. I lost inexplicably. How could I be willing? I just wanted to meet Long Xiaotian for a while..."

The third master said, "I'll do it for a while," but through the smoke, I could see a slight igniting in his eyes unconsciously. But I think the purpose is not to drink tea and chat, or have a meal, bath, golf together, or so on.

As expected, the third master said, "Long Xiaotian is arrogant and domineering, but he is not a fool. If he provoked me, why don't he be afraid of me revenge? He lives in peace and travels occasionally, and brings enough bodyguards, which makes me completely unable to find a chance to start..."

Are you going to chop him up?! Is this called a while? Is this so angry that I feel like I'm burning my eyes?

"I followed him for more than a month before finally getting the chance. The old man took the newly opened Dalangsha Sandbashiba yard, but he didn't bring half a bodyguard. He didn't even follow his son. There were only a few high-ranking government officials and a few young and beautiful women. Boy, what do you think if you were replaced?"

The third master's dirty smile seemed to be a reminder, but it was obvious that he hoped to mislead me. The senior official, the profiteering businessman and the young and beautiful woman. Indeed, if I were the third master at that time, I would definitely think that this was not a serious party. However, I was not the third master. Even though I guessed that those young and beautiful women not only had women in white, I am afraid that the third lady and Min Rou were also among them...

Long Xiaotian is going to take a yard for Dalang Sha? I'm afraid the person who is the host that night is the third lady. San Ye doesn't know that the boss behind Dalang Sha is Miss Min!

"They didn't eat this meal slowly. It took only half an hour. As soon as they came out, I went up with two machetes in my arms and headed straight to Long Xiaotian... Damn, if there was no such woman at that time, I would probably not be Xu Heng today," the third master sighed, unable to say whether it was regret or gladness, but still sighed. He held the cigar with his fingers, as if he was holding the hilt of the knife, and gestured while talking, saying, "It was raining that night, and it was very dark. I was wearing a black raincoat and mingled with the security guards on duty outside. It didn't seem eye-catching. It was too late when Long Xiaotian recognized me. My first knife was the left-hand knife, which was directly towards him.

The neck was pierced, close at hand, but he didn't even know how to hijack! A little girl next to him flew up and kicked my wrist. The knife flew out of my hand. I was shocked, but I didn't have time to hesitate. The right-hand knife was released again. This time it was chopping, and the target was still Long Xiaotian. Long Xiaotian was already scared at that time, but how could he know how to hide? It was the little girl who caught the knife that fell from the sky and arrived first. Not only did it block me, but it also trembled open me. Not only did it break my tiger's mouth, but it also made my whole arm numb, but she didn't move at all! I was a right-hand knife! She actually only used one hand!"

In order to fully explain to me the perverted woman's martial arts, the third master changed the cigar to his left hand, grabbed one of the legs of the coffee table with his right hand, and his butt didn't move at all. He raised the coffee table with one hand as high as my chest. Perhaps anyone with greater arm strength could do it, but if he could lift the weight like the third master, I'm afraid that there would be no second in the whole city - the tabletop with photos scattered always kept parallel to the ground. The third master kept it for more than ten seconds before he gently lowered the coffee table. The tea in the cup seemed to have never shaken, and his strength and control were evident.

There is no doubt that the perverted little girl was the woman in white last night, Dongfang's mother, Ran Yibai!

"I know I met a master, so I didn't dare to be careless and calmed down. But I saw her smiling all the time. The smile of her contempt and contempt suddenly reminded me of the gaze of others looking at me when I was in a downturn. How could I bear it? I still care about her just a young girl? There was only one idea left in my mind: she saved Long Xiaotian, and I would kill her together," The third master began to gesture again, but I thought about the sword battle in the rain that year, for him.

How profound the impression was, "I am tall and long. Although I haven't fought with anyone for ten years, I have never put down my skills. I am in my prime. My strength is the peak and my physical strength is not inferior to that of young people. Although she is agile, she does not fight. Logically, I should have an absolute advantage, but I and his mother don't even have any advantage. As soon as she connected me, she was not blushing and breathing, and she was at ease. She was as if she was teasing me.

I was so tired that I lost my strength. Don’t look at Jin Yong’s martial arts novels. If a master can’t move, it’s nonsense. Life and death are not a sports competition. There are no rules and restrictions. The victory or defeat is actually in an instant. It’s more like the description in Gu Long’s novels. Just like her, she only takes action but not retaliates. I saw my little family. Once the thirty swords passed, I felt like a mirror in my heart. I fell and completely fell, but I didn’t throw my knife to admit defeat. After all, I was also the only one who stood up on the road of heaven. I was a well-known man on the North Heaven Road. I can’t lose even if I lose my life. So in the end I really sacrificed my life. The third master dared to say that there is no other person in Beitian who can catch the few swords I made in that state that I can tell the family’s fortune. But she caught it, not only caught it, but also defended and attacked without waiting for me to exhaust myself. I only saw the knife in her hand like this, and then flashed like this..."

The third master flipped his wrist. It was the method of the woman in white who used Sang Yingjie's scimitar last night to show off her sword. "My knife flew away, the man knelt down, and she was stabbed in the head, and her face was covered with blood. I didn't even know how I lost. Just one move, from beginning to end, she only attacked this move... At that moment, the third master, I finally understood what it means to have heaven beyond the sky, and there are people outside the sky..."

This sentence was said to Huang Xiaolian, who was under her last night... I sighed inwardly, no wonder the Third Master was respectful and afraid of her. She did not kill the Third Master, but she made the Third Master feel more deeply the fear brought by death.

I don’t have to worry about comforting Dong Xiaoye—the third master dares to kill someone. When he meets a woman in white, he still falls into a kneel?
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