Chapter 3 The third tycoon

Hu Biao laughed too early. His shot was too late! At this moment, the black panther suddenly roared like a beast. The iron hook was still embedded in his body, but the rope was broken inch by inch. His body suddenly jumped up like a leopard, kicking his legs out in a row. Hu Biao was shocked and dodged. But what really hit was not the two legs of the black panther, but his hands. A hand of steel. Hu Biao's men suddenly flew up, and were picked up out of thin air by this hand, and thrown out of the window. There were endless screams outside the window, among which was a person shouting: "This kid is not human, go back!"

Then there was a series of footsteps running, broken and unbroken long ropes scattered all over the ground. Panther did not give chase. He just stood there quietly, looking at Bobo. At this time, his gaze was completely different from just now, his pitch-black eyes no longer had that cold look, but were filled with an indescribable emotion. I don't know if it's sympathy?Is it friendship?Or another feeling that even he himself didn't understand. Suddenly a burst of tears welled up in Bobo's bright eyes. "I shouldn't have left you alone." Black Panther's voice became extremely gentle.

Bobo looked at him with tears in his eyes. "It's you they're really going to kill, not me." "I know." "But you still have to save me." "I can't not come." The same short answer, the same without hesitation, without consideration, and without conditions. What a great feeling that is. Bobo rushed up suddenly and hugged him tightly. She smelled his sweat and his blood. Sweat is shed for her, and blood is shed for her. Why? Bobo's heart was trembling, and her whole body was trembling. This breath of blood and sweat had already touched the depths of her soul.

She had forgotten that she was completely naked. She has forgotten everything. The house was peaceful and dark. I don't know how long it took before Bobo felt his hands gently stroking her body, and I don't know how long it took. His hands were as rough and gentle as Luo Lie's. She had almost forgotten whose hand it was. Then she realized they had gone back to her room, lying on her bed. The bed is as soft as spring grass. The touch is lighter, but the breathing is heavier. She didn't struggle, she didn't resist—she had absolutely no strength to struggle or resist.

He didn't say, "I want you." But he wanted her. He got her. Peace and darkness returned to the house. Everything happened so gently, so naturally. Bobo lay quietly in the darkness, quietly lying in his strong arms. Her mind seemed to have become a blank. She didn't want to think about the past, and she didn't want to think about the future, she was enjoying this moment of peace and quiet. The wind is blowing gently outside the window, and the dawn has gradually dyed the window white. Isn't this the most peaceful and tranquil moment in the world? The panther also lay there quietly, without speaking.

What is he thinking? Are you thinking about Luo Lie? "Luo Lie, Luo Lie..." On the grass, three children were chasing and laughing... Two boys were chasing a girl. "Whoever catches up with me first, I'll treat him to a piece of candy." They caught up with her almost simultaneously. "Who eats candy?" "You eat, you are one step faster than me." This is the final sentence of the little judge. So he ate the candy. But when he was eating candy, she took Luo Lie's hand, and secretly stuffed a piece of candy into his hand. The silly boy is not stupid, he can see that the candy is bigger.

The sugar in his mouth seemed to be bitter, but he still ate it slowly. Whether something is bitter or sweet, if you want to eat it, you have to eat it. This is his life. The wind blows gently outside the window, the same spring breeze as my hometown. Bobo suddenly found himself sobbing softly. She suddenly thought of many things that she shouldn't think about, and she didn't want to think about it. She suddenly felt that she was sorry for being alone. A person who trusted her the most. "I'll definitely be back." "I will wait for you." But she gave herself to others.

She wept quietly, trying not to let herself cry out loud, but he had already noticed. "Do you regret it?" Bobo shook his head, vigorously. "What are you thinking?" "I... I didn't think about anything." "But you were crying." "I...I..." The silent weeping suddenly turned into bitter crying. She could no longer hide the pain in her heart. The panther looked at her, stood up suddenly, walked to the window, and faced the increasingly bright dawn. He knew what she was thinking - of course he did, and should. It was getting brighter.

He stood there stupidly, without moving.The breath of the metropolis has already come from outside, and there are all kinds of strange sounds. He didn't move. Bobo's crying has stopped. He still didn't move, and he didn't look back. His back is broad and strong, and there are still scars from iron hooks on his back-is the scar in his heart deeper? Bobo looked at him and suddenly remembered that piece of candy. That time he was indeed one step ahead, but she secretly slipped a bigger piece of candy to Luo Lie. She suddenly felt that she had been unfair to him, very unfair.

He was no worse to her than Luo Lie was to her, but she had always been better to Luo Lie. Of the three of them, he was always the loneliest and most miserable one. But he never complained. In this world, he will always be the loneliest and most pitiful person, and he never complains. No matter what happened, he has been silently enduring it. Although she had given herself to him now, she was still thinking about Luo Lie in her heart. He knew it clearly, but he still endured it silently. Who knew how much sadness he was bearing in his heart?how much pain? Bobo burst into tears again.

She suddenly felt that what she was sorry for was not Luo Lie, but this lonely and stubborn fool. "You... what are you thinking?" "I didn't think about anything." Black Panther finally replied. He still didn't look back, but Bobo had already quietly got off the bed, hugged him from behind, and kissed the wound on his back lightly. "Silly boy, you are such a silly boy, I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong." She murmured softly, and pulled his body, "Now what else do I think about besides you?" Black Panther closed his eyes, but it was too late. Bobo has already noticed the tears on his face. He had sweated and shed blood for her, and now he shed tears for her, tears more precious than blood and sweat. Isn't that enough! What more could a girl expect from her man? She tugged on him suddenly. She fell first, letting him fall on top of her naked body. This time she not only gave her body, but also her emotions. This time he finally got her completely. No condition, no force. But he did pay his price. The sun shines in from the window, bright and brilliant. "Tomorrow" has become "today". Bobo turned over and touched the large bunch of keys on his back. There are at least thirty or forty keys, and they are cold and hard.Usually the black panther is always held in the hand and put under the pillow when sleeping. Now the key slipped out of the pillow, poking Bobo a little painfully. She turned her hands around, and just as she was touching the bunch of keys, she wanted to take them out, but immediately stretched out her other hand and snatched them away. Panther woke up too. He seemed very reluctant to be touched by others, even Bobo was no exception. Bobo pouted: "Why do you always carry such a big set of keys?" "I like it." Black Panther's answer is always simple. But Bobo doesn't like too simple answers, so she still asks: "Why?" The black panther looked at the ceiling, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Do you remember old man Qian?" "of course I remember." Old man Qian is also a big family in their village, and Hei Bao has been working for him since he was a child. "He always seems to have a lot of keys in his hand." Bobo suddenly remembered. Black Panther nodded. "You learn from him?" Bobo asked. "It's not like him." Black Panther pondered: "It's just that I always feel that keys can give people a sense of superiority!" "why?" "Because I think the key itself symbolizes authority, status and wealth." Black Panther smiled: "When have you ever seen a poor man holding a lot of keys?" Bobo also smiled: "It's a pity that you don't have a box to open these keys, they are all useless." "It's useless?" The panther caressed her gently, "Don't forget that it saved you twice." "It was you who saved me, not it." "But the key is also a good hidden weapon sometimes. At least you can hold it in your hand and never attract others' attention." "I still don't like it." Bobo is a girl who has a hard time changing her mind. "Then you'd better not touch it in the future." Black Panther's tone seemed to become very cold suddenly. Bobo's eyes were also looking at the ceiling. She was thinking in her heart that if it was Luo Lie, maybe she would give up these keys for her. She didn't want to think about it any more. A girl is a very strange animal. Even if she didn't have real feelings for you before, if she has been obtained by you, she is yours. That's like a wolf. A female wolf is always faithful and obedient to the male wolf she mates with for the first time. "Get up." The panther suddenly said, "I'll take you to my place, it's much safer there." "As long as you are by my side, no matter where you are, isn't it safe?" Bobo's voice was very gentle. "It's a pity I can't always be with you." "why." Black Panther's answer was only three words. "Jin Erye." That's the only reason for Black Panther, but it's enough. Kim Erye is always more important than everyone else. For the sake of Kim Erye, anyone has to be ready to leave his parents, brother, wife and lover at any time. Jin Erye reclined on the velvet sofa, sipping the Pu'er tea he had just brought from Yunnan. It's only seven o'clock, but he has been up for a long time, and he has already used up his breakfast. He always gets up early. His breakfast is a large bowl of fried bean curd noodles, ten poached eggs, and four re-cooked old fried dough sticks, dipped in stinky fermented bean curd. This is his habit for many years. He is a person who doesn't like to change himself very much, whether it is his idea or his habits, it is difficult to change. It can even be said that it is impossible to change. He was strong-willed, shrewd and decisive, and full of energy. From the outside, he is also a very dignified person. This kind of person is a born leader, and now he has been accustomed to commanding others, so even though he is sitting there casually, he still has a kind of majesty that no one dares to offend lightly. Next to him on the other sofa, there was a very beautiful, very young woman. She is like a Persian cat, curled up on the sofa, beautiful, gentle and lovely. Her body is slightly upturned, making her look even more lovely. There is always an innocent look in her big and beautiful eyes, but there is an indescribable charm in her expression. She is exactly the kind of woman that a man will fall in love with when he sees her. Now she doesn't seem to wake up, and she can't even open her eyes. But since Second Master Jin is up, she has to get up. Because she is Kim Er Ye's woman. A little girl with long braids walked gently across the Persian carpet. "What's the matter?" Jin Erye's voice was also very dignified. "Master Hei is back." "Call him in." The woman on the sofa immediately opened her eyes and moved her body, as if she wanted to stand up. "You sit down and don't avoid him." "But……" "I told you to sit down, so you just sit down." Second Master Jin said with a sullen face, "He is much more loyal to me than you are to me. What are you afraid of?" The Persian cat-like woman stopped arguing, she was already a very docile woman. She sat down again. The hem of the fuchsia cheongsam slipped off her knees, exposing her legs. Her legs were well-proportioned and slender, with soft lines, and her snow-white skin was lined with a purple-red cheongsam, making her even more indescribably alluring. "Cover your legs." Jin Erye lit a cigar, and the black panther walked in from the outside. He made very little noise when he walked, but he did not walk slowly. The woman on the sofa is something any man can't help but look at twice. But his eyes were always looking straight ahead, as if there was no such woman in the room. Mr. Jin seems to be very satisfied with this. He exhaled fragrant and thick smoke and looked at the panther: "You didn't come back last night." "I don't." "Of course there must be a reason." "I met someone." "It's your friend." Jin Erye took another sip of his good Havana cigar. "I do not have friends." Jin Erye was obviously very satisfied with this. "If you're not a friend, who is it?" "It's a woman." Jin Erye smiled, glanced at the woman on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, smiled, and said, "Of course you should find a woman at your age." Panther listened. "But a woman is a woman," Second Master Jin puffed out again, "You must not be emotionally attached to them, or you may be ruined in their hands." Black Panther's face was completely expressionless: "I never regarded them as human beings." Jin Erye laughed: "Okay, very good." His laughter suddenly stopped: "You also behaved very well last night, but you offended someone." "Feng Lao Liu?" "That green beard is nothing, it doesn't matter if you kill him." Second Master Jin's voice gradually became deep and serious again: "But you should know that he is Third Master Zhang's confidant." "I know." "If you offend him, of course he will speak ill of you in front of Mr. Zhang." Second Master Jin puffed out smoke, as if trying to cover up the expression on his face: "That Marshal Zhang's fiery temper, you must always Should know." "I know." Black Panther listened to people far more than he talked himself. "So you'd better be careful recently." Second Master Jin seemed very concerned: "Master Zhang knows you are mine, so of course he won't deal with you openly, but secretly..." He didn't go on because he knew it was more effective not to go on than to go on. Black Panther still had no expression on his face, and when he wanted to kill someone, he always had no expression on his face. Second Master Jin seemed to be pleased with himself, and suddenly asked: "Recently, in the French Concession, a large casino has been opened, have you heard of it?" "I heard." "The owner of the casino is said to be a French lawyer, but...the real owner may be someone else." The Panthers did not comment. Jin Erye said: "You might as well go over there and have a look." He puffed out another puff of smoke: "Since the casino is opened in the name of the French, it has nothing to do with us..." He suddenly stopped this sentence, and changed his words: "Do you understand what I mean?" "I know." Black Panther certainly understands.In their society, either friend or enemy. Since the casino owner is not their friend, there is nothing he can't do. So Jin Erye took his tea. Panther turned and walked out. The woman on the sofa sat there with her head down all the time. Until then, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. Jin Erye didn't seem to see it, but suddenly said: "Wait a minute." Panther immediately turned around. Jin Erye looked at him: "Are you injured?" "It's not serious." "Who hurt you?" "Magpie." Jin Erye frowned: "Those magpies already hate you to the bone, and the first person to kill is you!" Panther sneered. "Of course you are not afraid of them. I just remind you that you have enough enemies now." "yes." "And I recently heard that Mr. Zhang specially invited four foreign bodyguards, two of them are Japanese, and they are judo experts." Kim Erye smiled: "Judo is not terrible, but there is another one, it is said to be a sharpshooter from Germany." Panther was still listening. "Guns are scarier than judo." Panther suddenly said: "Guns are not scary either." "Oh." "If you don't let the bullets shoot out at all, no matter what kind of gun it is, it's just a piece of scrap metal." Jin Erye's eyes were shining: "Can you prevent the bullets from shooting out?" "I'm alive." Jin Erye smiled again: "I hope you are alive, so I remind you again and again." He picked up the tea again: "I have informed Manager Chen of Chase Bank to open an account for you. When you need money, you can get it at any time." With such a boss, what else can you complain about? There was a look of gratitude in the eyes of the black panther: "I will take it alive." Black Panther is gone. Jin Erye smiled and watched him go out, his eyes showing complacency again. It was the kind of look a master might be looking at from his best purebred hound. "For a person like him, as long as he works harder, in ten years, this place might be his world." He didn't know who he was speaking to. The woman on the sofa hung her head, wondering if she heard it. "Didn't you hear what I said?" Second Master Jin suddenly turned to face her. "I heard it." "You are old friends. Seeing that he is promising, you should be happy for him." But her head hangs lower: "I don't recognize him now." "But you were secretly looking at him just now." Jin Erye's voice was still very calm. The face of the woman on the sofa turned pale with fright. "I don't." "You don't?" Jin Erye suddenly sneered, and the bowl of tea in his hand had been poured all over her body.The tea was still hot. But she sat there, but she didn't even dare to move. Jin Erye said with a sullen face: "I hate people who lie in front of me the most. You should know." "..." "Actually, even if you glanced at him, it doesn't matter. Why do you lie?" The woman on the sofa blinked, as if she had been wronged so much and was about to cry at any moment. Of course she wouldn't actually cry. She did this only because she knew that she was cute in this way. Second Master Jin looked at her, saw her legs from her face, his eyes gradually softened: "Go change your clothes, today I will take you to Master Ba's house to drink her third concubine's birthday wine." The woman on the sofa laughed immediately, jumped up like a child, and ran to the back. Before he reached the door, he suddenly turned around again, hugged Erye Jin, kissed him lightly on his wrinkled face, and slipped away again. Second Master Jin looked at her twisting waist, and suddenly rang the bell to call in the little girl just now. "Tell Driver Liu to find Dr. Shi, and then get some of his tonic medicine." The light shining from the crystal lighting room always seems to be particularly bright and brilliant. Now the brilliant light is shining on the most beautiful part of Mrs. Meizi's face. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, a mixture of Eastern and Western beauty. Her eyes were light blue, matching the color of a set of sapphire jewelry she was wearing. Her skin is crystal clear and white, and there is almost no trace of the yellow race on her body. She herself has never been willing to admit that she is of the yellow race, and she hates the blood of the other half of the yellow race in her blood. She never wanted to mention her mother - a gentle and virtuous Japanese. It's a pity that no one can change this fact, so she hates all oriental people. So in front of oriental people, she always has to behave particularly noble and proud. She always wants to keep reminding others that now she is the wife of the famous French lawyer Melis, and she has completely separated from the oriental society, and she is already a high-ranking western gentleman. She also kept reminding herself that now she was the proprietress of this luxurious casino, and she was no longer that lowly woman who betrayed herself in the bar. Her daughter was standing beside her, wearing a snow-white floor-length dress. She wholeheartedly wanted to train her daughter to be a real upper class person in the West, and hired many teachers since she was a child to teach her daughter all kinds of skills and etiquette that the upper class in the West must know. So Ruth learned horse riding, swimming, tennis, and golf from an early age. She also learned what wine to drink before dinner, what wine to use with fish, and what wine to match with sirloin. No matter what brand of champagne, she can tell the year it was produced just by looking at it. Now she has grown taller than her mother, and her figure is mature and healthy. When their mother and daughter stand together, they are like a pair of beautiful sisters. This is what Mrs. Meizi is most proud of. Over the years of careful protection and abstinence of diet, her figure remains as slender and charming as it was fifteen years ago. Coupled with the luxurious cosmetics specially shipped from France, almost no one can guess her age. On the wall of the Swiss chiming clock, the short hand is pointing to the word "9". Now is the busiest time in the casino. Mrs. Meizi has always liked this kind of extravagant excitement, and she likes noble men and women from the west wearing all kinds of evening gowns, smiling in front of her. She has almost completely forgotten her humble origins, the dirty and indecent Tokyo slums, and her other half of the yellow blood. It's a pity that the money of the yellow race is still as good as that of the white race, so this place still has to keep the yellow race from entering. What's more, she also knows that the real backstage boss of this place is also of yellow race. Black Panther is just a standard yellow race. His forehead is broad, his cheekbones are high, his dark eyes are long and upward, and he has all the characteristics of the Mongolian people. He was wearing a dark silk gown, and the keys jingled in his hand. It was nine thirty-thirteen when he came in. When Mrs. Meizi saw him walking in, her carefully trimmed willow eyebrows immediately frowned slightly. Years of experience made her often able to identify people's identities at a glance. She could see that the man who came in was by no means a gentleman. If there is anything in the world that she finds more annoying than a yellow person, it is a yellow person. She looked down on this man, and she didn't even want to look at him, but she couldn't help admitting that this low-class man of the yellow race was far more attractive to men than many high-class Western men. She only hoped that her daughter would not pay attention to this person, and that this person did not come to cause trouble. It's a pity that both of her hopes were in vain. Ruth was sneaking a glance at this man out of the corner of her eye. This man was indeed here to cause trouble. There are many ways to cause trouble in a casino. The Panthers chose the most straightforward one. He always thinks that the most direct way is usually the most effective. Nine sixteen. Mrs. Meizi took her daughter's hand and was about to take her daughter to a corner where the young man could not be seen. But she suddenly found that this person was walking towards her straightly, with a pair of dark eyes, looking directly at her. This man is so brave. Of course Mrs. Meizi can't show weakness in front of this kind of person, she has already put on her noblest and most arrogant posture. No matter why this person came, she was ready to teach him a lesson. Of the twenty bodyguards in the casino, eight are currently around her, and one of them is carrying a gun. In the underworld at that time, pistols were not an ordinary weapon. Even if you have great abilities, you can't take two shots. Mrs. Meizi was already thinking of ways to insult this young man. At this moment, the black panther had come to her, with a pair of shiny black eyes still staring at her face. Mrs. Mei Zi raised her head, deliberately pretending not to see it, as if there was no such person in the world. Panther suddenly laughed. When he smiled, he showed a row of white teeth, like a wild beast. "You are Mrs. Meizi?" Hei Bao suddenly asked. Mrs. Meizi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to show her indifference and contempt. "You looking for me?" Black Panther nodded. Mrs. Meizi sneered: "If you have something to do, why don't you go to the Indian Ah San over there?" "I can only find you for this matter." The panther showed its beastly teeth again, and smiled: "Because I want you to accompany me to bed with your daughter." Mrs. Meizi's face turned pale all of a sudden, as if she had been whipped suddenly. Her daughter's face turned red like fire. The black panther was still smiling: "Although you are a little too old, it seems that you may be fine in bed..." He didn't finish his sentence. Mrs. Meizi had exhausted all her strength and slapped him on the face. The panther didn't even move, still smiling: "I just hope you're as hard as hitting someone when you're in bed." He spoke not loudly, but enough for many people to hear. Mrs. Meizi's whole body began to tremble, and her bodyguards began to surround her. But Panther's hands are faster. He made a sudden move, grabbed Mrs. Meizi's skirt, and tore it off... A tulle evening dress was instantly torn to pieces. There was a commotion in the hall, and Mrs. Meizi's proud body was presented in front of everyone like an egg that had been peeled off its shell. She was stunned instead. Her daughter had screamed and covered her face. Black Panther smiled and said, "You really didn't disappoint me..." This sentence is not finished. Three burly men in double-breasted jackets rushed over like fierce tigers. Their movements are agile and nimble, and their feet are still extremely stable when running. The Black Panther knew that Zhang Sanye had a group of thugs who had practiced the "Liuhe Bafa" of the Southern School, and all three of them were obviously the same. He swung his fist suddenly, hitting the first person who rushed over. But suddenly, the fist was on the bridge of the nose of the second person. At the same moment, his foot had already kicked the first man's throat. The bridge of the nose was broken and blood spattered. The person who was kicked in the throat didn't even make a sound, and flew up and fell like an empty sack. The face of the third person twisted suddenly, and he let out a cry! "Black Panther!" As soon as he uttered these two words, all his teeth were smashed, and his crotch was hit by a knee. He fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, tears, snot, blood sweat, urine and urine flowed out together. The quiet and noble hall has become a mess. Exclamation, screaming, running, fainting... It turns out that when the upper class panics, it is far more ridiculous than the lower class. Already a dozen or so big men rushed over from all directions and surrounded the panther, with their weapons exposed. Black Panther paid no attention to them.He only focused on the other figure by the column. The man didn't rush over, but his eyes were fixed on the black panther's chest, and one hand was already in his clothes. When the hand stretched out, there was already a gun in it. Even a person with great ability cannot withstand two shots. Panthers are people, too, and are no exception. But he has a way to keep the bullets from the gun from firing. Suddenly, there was a flash of light. The hand that just took out the gun has completely shattered bones.The gun dropped. The black panther rushed over suddenly, and the two of them were just about to hit them head-on, but the black panther's fist and elbow had broken seven of their ribs. He turned over in the air, like a leopard, and kicked the man who was holding his hands and crying. Then, he had picked up the gun on the ground.All of a sudden, all the people who rushed over stopped their movements, and everyone had a look of fear on their faces.They're not afraid of panthers, they're afraid of guns. The panther weighed the gun in his hand, showed his beast-like teeth again, and smiled: "Is this a pistol?" He seemed to have never seen a pistol before: "I heard that this thing can kill people, right?" No one answered his words, no one could still speak. They only saw the panther's hand clenched suddenly, and the German-made pistol gradually twisted and deformed. Turned into a mass of scrap metal. Panther laughed again.Now he had no gun in his hand, but none of the people in front of him dared to charge forward.His hands are scarier than guns. He smiled and walked towards them slowly, the keys in his hand began to jingle again. Then he suddenly heard a cold voice: "This thing can indeed kill people. It's not only a pity that you ruined it, but also stupid." Black Panther's footsteps stopped.When he turned his head, he saw a pitch-black barrel aimed right between his eyebrows. The gun was in one steady hand.very stable.The firing pin has been pulled, and the index finger is holding the trigger. The man's voice was equally steady, cold and steady. "As long as you move again, I guarantee you will have an extra eye on your face."