On the bed.

Liu Jianming hugged Afen and asked with his face against hers, "Where is your mother's home?"

"Tuen Mun You're Village." Ah Fen asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What are you asking about this?"

"That's right." Liu Jianming hugged her shoulder, organized the language, and said, "It may not be very peaceful here recently. I want you to take Jingjing back to your parents' home. There is still some money in my passbook, which should be enough for you to live for a while. You can take it away after the passbook. I will go to Tuen Mun to see you when the matter is over."

"Ali. Who are you? What do you do? I will never ask, nor will I drag you down. I will agree to you whatever you want me to do. But..." Afen reached out and stroked Liu Jianming's cheek. Her fingertips were very rough, and there was a flash of liquid in her eyes. "You must be careful. You saved me from the quagmire of drugs, you brought me hope, and you allowed me to persevere in facing life. I... are the only ones with Jingjing... do you understand?"

"I understand." Liu Jianming held her cheek, kissed her forehead, then looked into her eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

The reason why Liu Jianming likes Afen is because she never says no to herself. She never has to do everything by herself in her family, and she can do it very well.

When you are with her, Liu Jianming can put down all his burdens and do whatever he wants.

The warmth that their mother and daughter bring to themselves is the most effective medicine to heal their own spiritual trauma, allowing them to never sink into the darkness.

...

After seeing off Afen and his daughter, Liu Jianming drove directly to the house where Song Zihao and Xiao Ma Ge were hiding.

After getting off the bus, Liu Jianming deliberately walked around the neighborhood with two bulging convenience bags. After confirming that no one was following him, he walked over and knocked on the door.

"Who?" There was a shouting sound, and the sound of pulling a pistol holster.

"It's me, Ali." Liu Jianming said.

It creaked, and the door opened halfway, and Song Zihao welcomed Liu Jianming in behind the door.

Liu Jianming put two convenience bags in his hand on the table.

Brother Ma immediately gritted his toothpick, limped over, and flipped his hand into the convenience bag.

"Wow, Shaomai, rice noodles, soup dumplings, soy milk... Ali, you really have it. I'm not polite!"

Little Ma Ge immediately started chewing his mouth, and a smell of food immediately floated out of the room.

Song Zihao shook his head, then looked at Liu Jianming and asked, "Ali, how are you investigating over there?"

Liu Jianming sighed and said, "The situation is not ideal. Acheng has taken over the company in full. He is now the person in charge of the group. I suspect that the chairman, Uncle Yao, has been undermined by him. Acheng, now has a large number of subordinates following him in and out, and there are bulletproof cars to pick him up. I guess he had expected that we would come back to seek revenge on him."

Song Zihao's brows were twisted into a bump. Before he could speak, Little Ma Ge started to scream first. He stuffed half a firewood into his mouth and said in a speechless manner: "Which a scallion is that Ah Cheng? When I was traveling with Brother Hao, he probably didn't know where to pee and mud. I'll wait for him directly at the door of the group. When he got off the car, I shot him. How big a thing would it be?"

Song Zihao glared at him and said, "You can do it? What if you can't kill him?"

Liu Jianming continued: "That will alarm the enemy. In the future, Tan Cheng will be more careful when he goes in and out. Not only that, it will also alarm the police in Hong Kong. At that time, Tan Cheng's people and policemen will come out to find us together."

"Tsk!" Little Ma Ge looked dissatisfied, and he reached out to the rice noodles in the convenience bag again...

Song Zihao turned his gaze to Liu Jianming and said with a smile, "Since Ali, you have such insight, I guess there must be a good way."

"There are indeed methods, and it is indeed the best, the easiest and the most effective method. But I just don't know if Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma are so kind enough?" Liu Jianming looked at Song Zihao first, and then turned his eyes to Brother Xiao Ma.

"Let me tell me." Brother Ma sat upright and stopped going to the convenience bag to get something to eat.

"Tan Cheng is able to show off his power now and is completely supporting him. If the group is gone, what do you think Tan Cheng will happen? Is there anyone willing to work hard for him?" Liu Jianming threw the problem to Song Zihao and Xiao Ma Ge.

"you mean……"

"Tear the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron!" Liu Jianming raised a finger and said four words.

Then continue to explain, "Brother Hao, Brother Xiao Ma, the group's secret counterfeit banknote base, must know that as long as we disclose the location of the counterfeit banknote base to the notes..."

"What did you say?!" Little Brother Ma slapped the table, his eyes widening.

"Xiao Ma, don't be impatient." Song Zihao waved his hand to Xiao Ma Brother.

"I have long suspected that Ali is a ghost sent by the police. Brother Hao, you don't believe it. Look now, see what he is doing!" Brother Ma pointed at Liu Jianming with his lips trembling.

"Enough!" Song Zihao yelled.

Brother Ma left his head.

Song Zihao said slowly, "Xiaoma, I have said it a long time ago. The path we took is wrong. Ajie is a policeman, and the gap between him and me is getting bigger and bigger. I don't know how to face him now. Even if I wash my hands with Jin Baan, even without Tan Cheng, the group will have a second Zhang Cheng, Li Cheng, and Wang Cheng. Therefore, Ali's suggestion is correct. The group was created by both of us, and we must destroy it."

"Brother Hao! Think clearly! This is the hard work we have worked hard for most of our lives! As long as we get rid of Tan Cheng, we can still start over. I, Xiaoma, don't want to prove anything to others, I just want to prove that we must get back what I have lost." As Brother Xiaoma said, Qingshui's nose flowed down from his nostrils and flowed to his lips.

"Little Ma!" Song Zihao walked over and climbed on Brother Xiao Ma's shoulders, "Isn't it enough for us to do so many things that are harmful to the world? Do you really want Ajie and I to meet with soldiers?"

Brother Ma shook Song Zihao's arm away and opened his mouth for a long time to speak but stopped.

Song Zihao's tone slowed down, "Xiaoma, I won't force you. I will find a way to prepare some money for you and ask Uncle Jian to send you to the United States. The Fourth Master Long had an old friend named Asen there. I'll say hello to the Fourth Master, and Asen will definitely care for you when you go there."

"Brother Hao, what about you?" asked Brother Ma, his face full of anxiety.
Chapter completed!