Night, cloudy, light rain scattered.

The black sedan slowly drove into the downhill short street, very slowly, as heavy as the people in the car.

A hundred meters behind the car, the originally quiet mansion was filled with fire, and from time to time, there were desperate screams drowned in the collision of blades, scolding and gunfire.

The hustle and bustle of murderous intent was hidden behind me, hazy under the raindrops and moonlit nights.

Until... the slow car suddenly braked when it was about to accelerate.

The middle-aged man lying on the side of the road was covered with small slim figures under his arms, and in the rain, he looked like a puppy with nowhere to go.

"Sir?" The driver hesitated to ask for instructions.

The tall figure in the back seat of the car did not speak.

The driver quickly opened the car door, opened the umbrella with a bang, and walked over quickly.

The big black umbrella is like scattered lotus leaves, supporting it and blocking the drizzle of rain.

The middle-aged man was dead. Under the shaky headlights, the little boy wearing black Haori looked pale, but just curled up there, his body trembling slightly.

The driver pursed his lips. He was very powerful. He just grabbed the other person's arms and pulled him up from the passing rain, and then took him to the side of the car.

The car windows slipped down, and in the gap wide, thin rain drifted in the fine breeze, and the firelight in the distance darkened the figure inside the car.

"It's the child of the Tufang family." The driver's tone fluctuated and he felt a little reluctant.

It seemed like a long time later, and it seemed that I was silent for a moment. The door on the other side made a light sound and opened.

The driver's eyes moved, and he bowed slightly, and then stuffed the little boy in his arms through the car door on the other side.

The car started again, and the headlights broke through the rain curtain and gradually disappeared into the sound of sirens that were gradually heard around.

...

Outside the car windows that were speeding at high speed, the street lights were bright, and the car was filled with light and darkness.

The originally exquisite Haori was soaked and pitch black, and it was pressed against the little boy like a crow feather.

He clutched his clothes tightly, his small body shrank in the corner of the car door and seat, occasionally trembling slightly due to the coldness, and never spoke from beginning to end.

On one side of several positions were burly and tall figures, bald and hairless, thick beards and sharp eyebrows like swords.

But he had a somewhat fierce appearance, including those bright eyes, but when combined together, the dark and changing light and shadow gave people an illusion of being generous, without any inconsistency.

The little boy didn't dare to look at it anymore, but just lowered his head, and his somewhat wet eyelashes cast two small shadows.

"Look up, you are the descendant of the Tufang family." The people around him spoke in a thick voice, with a bit of sternness.

Tu Fangchenxing raised his head, and under his thin eyes were a pair of pitiful eyes, as if fog was rising.

The burly middle-aged man looked cold and his eyes looked like a lion looking down. "I hope you are using your sword to force me to ask me if you have participated in the destruction of the Tufang family, rather than showing weakness like Kabuki."

Tu Fangchenxing was silent for a while, his eyelids lowered, "Do I dare?"

His mother was an actor, but because of her humble status, she was not recognized by the Tufang family. What she taught him was to show weakness.

The driver in front of the seat subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, but said nothing.

"This is not a choice." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked out the window. After a long time, he sighed softly.

...

The car drove into a villa's manor.

The bodyguard wearing a standard raincoat came over quickly to open the car door and hold an umbrella. Even when he saw the wet child, his cold expression did not change at all.

The middle-aged man walked forward strode forward until he reached the door before frowning and turning back.

As if he was in a hurry, Tuyao stood under the driver's umbrella and grabbed the red flower soaked in the rain on Haori.

"How long do you have to wait there?" asked the middle-aged man.

The driver pushed the little boy's shoulder carefully and encouraged.

Chen Xing ran out under the umbrella, splashing water at his feet, and rushed to the front of the door. When he turned around, the black car turned around beautifully, leaving only the taillights in his sight.

Behind the middle-aged man pushed open the door of the villa and shrouded in light.

"Uncle, why are you back so late?" The five or six-year-old girl was a little unhappy.

"Sangzi, how can you be so rude?" Next to her, the gentle and intellectual woman patted her head.

The hall was brightly lit, as if it was a birthday party for a little girl. The decoration was very warm, with pink balloons floating, and colorful candles on the long table.

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Chen Xing's pupils reflected the colorful colors under the light and shadow. He looked at the colorful candles with some envy, trying hard to suppress the lack and sadness in his heart.

"Cousin is here, who is this?" The elegant and honest Shiro Suzuki held the red wine, with a little confused look on his eyes.

"It's a child from a friend's house." Jiroki Suzuki touched his big bald head and laughed.

Chen Xing looked up at him. The other party looked like a generous and easy-going elder, and he didn't see the previous oppressive feeling, which made him wonder if he had changed someone else.

"Come and sit down quickly." Suzuki Tomoko smiled and greeted her. When she saw Tu Fangchenxing soaked in the rain, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"The clothes are wet, so let's take a hot shower first and then change it." She hurried over with concern.

"Okay, let's celebrate Koyuanko's birthday first." Jiroyoshi Suzuki laughed.

Yuanzi snorted, hugged her arms, but looked curiously at the boy she had first met.

Chenxiong was like a puppet, and was ordered by Suzuki Tomoko to help him make hot water and then take it to a shower.

At the long table, Shiro Suzuki coughed dryly, hesitating a little.

"He is the child of the Tuba family." Suzuki Jiroki took the initiative.

Shiro Suzuki choked.

"But it's all in the past." Jiroki Suzuki smiled.

"That's right." Suzuki Shiro nodded.

The Tufang family, which used swordsmanship to split the road ahead, failed to adapt to the current changes and could only be eliminated in the difficult progress. Even the determination before death would eventually be shared by the successors and consortiums.

This is the end of those people in the old era.

Jiroki Suzuki thought of the seemingly timid but hidden evil eyes that seemed to be hidden, and he smiled in his heart. He did not do anything tonight, at least he had saved the bloodline of the Tuya family.

Under the warm candlelight, the two daughters of the Suzuki family were fighting for the last strawberry on the cake. Suzuki Shiro smiled helplessly, while Suzuki Tomoko thought of pulling the two away.

Jiroki Suzuki held his arms, and his mind had already reached the upcoming art auction, thinking about whether he could add a few more collections this time.

There were not many families in the family, but they were happy. After taking a shower, Tu Fangchen stood by the stairs and watched quietly. He thought that even if he was not in this villa, there was no exquisite long table, but in a simple thatched hut and a pitiful light, they would definitely be so happy.

Because this is an excellent family.
Chapter completed!