Chapter 10 The Tenth Stranger

The tears have dried, but the pillow has been soaked. "Why should a man live if he is completely hopeless?" Bobo himself can't explain it. Maybe it's just because she doesn't want to die yet, maybe it's because she hasn't really completely despaired yet. "Luo Lie will never die silently like this. Even if he is going to die, he will come and tell me before he dies." The car was still parked on the street below, and the silver-gray luster still looked so brilliant and gorgeous. That bright yellow silk scarf is right next to the pillow. But now Bobo is willing to exchange all of this for a little news from Luo Lie.

It's been two days. She just lay on the bed like this, barely moving or eating a grain of rice. Her apple-like cheeks had sunken, and her bright eyes were also streaked with red. "Am I just waiting to die here? Who will know when I die like this, and who will shed a tear for me?" Black Panther certainly doesn't. She didn't want to think about Black Panther anymore, but she just couldn't think about it. Hate, isn't it originally a kind of emotion as deep and as strong as love! The biggest difference between love and hate is that love can make people look forward to the future and make people full of hope for the future.

Hate only reminds people of the painful past. "What shall we do next?" Bobo didn't even think about it. She wanted to live, but she didn't think about how to live, nor did she think about how to live. Are you really going to sell yourself? Bobo is not that kind of woman, absolutely not! She thought of Black Panther, Luo Lie, the pain and sweetness when she was possessed by Black Panther for the first time, and the deceit and revenge of Black Panther to her, her whole body seemed to be suffering in a furnace. She wanted to watch the panther die in front of her, and hoped never to see this man again.

But at this moment, the black panther had appeared in front of her—although the door was locked, she forgot that the panther had a key. The key was still "jingling" in his hand. The black panther is still the same black panther as before, proud, deep, cold, full of a kind of primitive wildness. Bobo's heartbeat quickened suddenly, but he immediately raised his head; he sneered: "I never thought that Mr. Hei would come to take care of me, but it's a pity that I'm too tired today, so I won't pick up customers anymore, I'm very sorry." Black Panther stood there quietly, looking at her with no expression on his face.

"I only accept up to five guests every day. If you really want to come, please come early tomorrow." Bobo sneered, but he didn't know whether he was lying to others or himself. In the black panther's cold eyes, a strange expression suddenly appeared, as if it was pity, but it seemed to be another more subtle emotion. He walked over slowly and walked to the bed. "Get out, I won't let you touch me." Bobo yelled, trying to grab the pillow to protect himself. But the panther had already pulled her up from the bed and held her in his arms. He didn't try hard.

His movements are so gentle, yet his chest is so strong. He was a man, the first time Bobo had given himself completely to him. Bobo exhausted all his strength and bit his shoulder, but couldn't help but fell into his arms, crying bitterly. What is love?still hate? He himself can't tell the difference, and who can tell the difference. "Why did you come? Don't you want to let me go?" She cried and screamed. Black Panther didn't say anything, just gently stroked her soft hair, her smooth shoulders and back... She was completely paralyzed, no longer had the strength to struggle, no longer had the strength to resist.

She was so tired, as tired as a dove lost in a storm, and as long as there was a safe place for her to rest, she didn't care about anything else. A smug smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Black Panther's mouth. Bobo happened to see his smile, and immediately held back his crying: "Do you want me to go back with you?" Black Panther nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll go back with you," Bobo raised his head again, "but I want you to understand one thing." Panther is listening. "I'm going back with you just because I want revenge, because I have the chance to take revenge only when I'm with you."

Panther looked at her and suddenly laughed. He laughed and lifted her up high, put her down again, put her on the bed, and untied her skirt: "The only way you can get back at me is to use your own method, that is to use your two legs to squeeze out my Seeds." He laughs and takes her. Bobo closed his eyes and endured. Her heart was suddenly filled with hatred again, and she vowed to take revenge. What she wants to take revenge now may not be because of what he did to her before, but because of his ridicule and contempt for her now. For a woman, this hatred may be far more powerful than other hatreds.

Dragon Boat Festival. Although the sound insulation in this small living room is very good, you can still faintly hear the crazy singing downstairs. There are only two things that can really make men carnival. wine and women. Downstairs there are wine and women. Today is the day when Black Panther celebrates his brothers. In this metropolis, there is almost no one who dares to stand in their way. The best wine, the most coquettish woman. Good wine can always make people drunk faster, and a coquettish woman can always make people drink a few more glasses. Bobo was upstairs listening to the laughter of these men and women.

She wasn't drinking, and she wasn't laughing. She sat quietly on that sofa, waiting for the black panther to come up, and waiting for the black panther to get drunk. Today may be her chance for revenge. When the panther came up, he was indeed drunk. Two people helped him up, but the carnival downstairs continued. "Let me take care of him." Bobo took the panther from them: "You guys should go down and play with you. Today's opportunity is rare." This opportunity is really rare today, not to mention that the two people who helped the black panther up are almost on the verge of being helped.

The people in the world who want to drink the most are also the people who are almost drunk. They immediately smiled and bowed to Bobo, and then went back to the wine bottle as quickly as possible. Bobo helped the panther to the bed, then turned around and closed the door, locking it up. Black Panther was lying on his back on the bed, still clamoring for a drink: "Bring the wine, I'm not drunk yet... who says I'm drunk, who dares to say I'm already drunk?" Those who refuse to admit that they are drunk, if not completely drunk, are at least 80% drunk. Bobo's eyes were shining, and he said softly: "No one said you were drunk, there is still wine here, I will drink with you." Sure enough, she prepared a bottle of old brandy in her room and sent it to the black panther. The wine bottle was opened, and the panther snatched it away, opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth. But his hands were already weak, it seemed that he could not even hold the bottle firmly, the wine poured all over his body and face. Bobo sighed softly, shaking his head: "Look at you, you are like a child, let me wipe your face." She went to the bathroom and twisted the towel out, knelt on the bed with one foot, and wiped the wine off the black panther's face. But her eyes were fixed on the panther's eyes. Black Panther was too drunk to keep his eyes open. Bobo's eyes moved down and were fixed on his throat. Her hand holding the towel began to tremble, but her voice was more gentle: "Be obedient and don't move, let me wipe your face." The panther didn't move, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't move at all. Bobo bit his lip, suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from the towel, and stabbed the black panther's throat. Her hands suddenly stopped shaking. Because the panther had suddenly grabbed her wrist, as if putting iron cuffs on her wrist. But her body began to shake, and her whole body was shaking non-stop. The black panther has opened his eyes, and is looking at her coldly, his gaze is colder than the blade in her hand. "You...you're not drunk?" Bobo's voice was also trembling, not because of fear, but because of disappointment. Black Panther Eyes is indeed not even a little bit drunk. "I said that I came with you just for revenge!" Bobo didn't bow his head: "Unless you kill me, I will wait for my chance one day." Black Panther sneered: "You think I dare not kill you?" "I'm afraid you won't dare!" Bobo raised his head even higher. The panther suddenly grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed her in the chest. Bobo's chest puffed up, but the knife didn't go down. The hand of the black panther holding the knife seemed to be trembling, he gritted his teeth suddenly, jumped up, kicked open the door, rushed out and shouted: "Bring three women up, the three sexiest women." He turned around with a sneer and stared at Bobo: "I also said that there is only one way for you to get revenge, so you'd better learn how they deal with men." "I don't need to learn," Bobo also raised his head and said coldly, "As long as I'm happy, I can be ten times more flirtatious than the three of them combined." The three women brought upstairs were not the most coquettish, the most coquettish had already been taken away by Hu Biao. Hu Biao's choice of women is far more shrewd than desperate Qilang. The woman he chose was Hongyu. As soon as the woman drank, water seemed to drip from her eyes. Of course Hu Biao understood how unwise it would be to keep such a woman among a large number of men. At the first opportunity, he pulled her out. "Where are you taking me?" Hongyu giggled, "Isn't it too early to go to bed now, I still want to drink." "Other places also have wine, you can drink as much as you want." Hu Biao put his arms around her waist like a water snake: "I know a place that has 70-year-old French champagne." He not only understands women, but also understands wine, so he seems to be sleep deprived all year round. "French champagne," Hongyu stopped struggling and began to bite his ear, "as long as you really let me drink a whole bottle of French champagne, I promise you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning." Hu Biao's hand slipped down from her waist: "As long as I have you by my side, I would rather not get out of bed for three days." Although this bottle of champagne is not seventy years old, champagne is always champagne. Champagne can always give people a luxurious sense of superiority, especially the "wave" when the bottle is opened, which often makes people feel like a tycoon. "I used to think you were worthless." Hongyu glanced at Hu Biao with a pair of watery eyes; she smiled charmingly: "I never thought you'd really become a tycoon now." Hu Biao laughed loudly and said: "This time you finally didn't miss the mark. As long as you can really keep me out of bed for three days, I will give you a diamond ring tomorrow." "How big is the diamond ring?" Hongyu smiled even more charmingly. "Larger than your..." He didn't say the two words in the middle clearly, but Hongyu heard it clearly, and she fell into his arms with a smile. When she smiles, there are many places on her body that men can see so that even her eyeballs protrude. But Hu Biao's laughter suddenly stopped. He suddenly saw a person approaching, picked up the champagne in front of him, and drank it in one gulp. This man was not very old, had a good manner, and was well dressed. He looked like a well-bred young gentleman. But he did nothing like a gentleman. Hu Biao didn't recognize this person, his face sank, and he said coldly, "This is my wine." "I know." The man's face also looked pale, as if he was always wearing a very educated smile. "You're drinking my wine." Hu Biao glared at him. "Not only do I want to drink your wine." The man smiled politely: "I also want this woman next to you." "What did you say?" Hu Biao jumped up: "Are you looking for trouble, or are you looking for death?" He is not a person who is easily irritated, but now he has drunk a lot, and there is a woman next to him. "I don't want you to die," the young gentleman was still smiling, "I'll just keep you in bed for thirty days at most." Hongyu couldn't help laughing "puchi", she suddenly found this person very interesting. Young, handsome men were always interesting to a woman like her. Hu Biao felt that it was very boring, he just hoped to solve this boring thing quickly and do something interesting. With a wave of his hand, the champagne bottle was thrown over the young gentleman's head. The bottle was not smashed, not even the contents of the bottle were spilled. The young gentleman sighed, and the bottle of wine was suddenly taken into his hand smoothly. He sighed softly, shook his head, and said: "Such a good wine, such a good woman, in the hands of someone like you, it will really be ruined." Hu Biao's face turned blue, and with another wave of his hand, there was a two-foot-long dagger in his hand. The knife didn't crumble in his hand. His skill with the knife was as proficient as a butcher slaughtering a cow, and he wanted to treat this young gentleman as a cow. With a flash of light, the knife stabbed at the young man's throat. It's a pity that this young man is not a cow. With a flash of his body, the blade brushed past him, but his fist hit Hu Biao's nose with his back. Hu Biao's men were immediately sent flying, hitting the wall behind them. He didn't hear the sound of his nose breaking, he was so dizzy that he couldn't even stand up. "This punch is enough to make you lie down for three days," the young gentleman said with a smile, "but I said I will make you lie down for thirty days." He walked over slowly and stared at Hu Biao: "What I said always counts, unless you are willing to kneel down and beg me to forgive you." Hu Biao roared like thunder, and punched his left and right temples with both fists. This move is the most venomous move in Da Hong's fist. Hu Biao's fist seems to be more terrifying than his knife. But just as he struck out with both fists, someone else's palms had already cut heavily on his left and right shoulders. Hu Biao's hands immediately softened, and he felt a heavy blow on his lower abdomen. When he bent down, tears flowed out along with blood and snot. "Now you have to lie down for at least fifteen days." The young man smiled, and suddenly punched back. Seven or eight people rushed over at the same time from behind, and this place is now their territory, and they are not afraid of killing people here. Seven or eight people have copied the murder weapons in their hands, including axes and knives. The young man's hands are weapons. His hands were rough and hard, and it was hard to believe that they belonged to such a gentleman. When he punched backhand, the whole person suddenly jumped out of thin air, and his foot had already kicked a person's jaw. The sound made when the jaw is broken is much crisper than when the bridge of the nose is smashed. But this sound was also drowned out by another person's screams, and his palm had been cut on this person's collarbone. Hu Biao barely raised his head, saw that he had knocked down three people with his gestures, and suddenly shouted: "Stop!" What he said was already an order among these people. Except for the three who had already fallen, the others retreated immediately. "My friend's surname is Gao, which road did you come from?" He had already seen that this young man was by no means a person with no background: "What kind of incense do you burn, friend? What kind of Buddha do you worship?" "I burn mosquito coils," the young man was still smiling, "but I only burn them when there are many mosquitoes." Hu Biao's eyes flickered: "Could it be that my friend has something to do with the three masters of the old stereotype?" "I don't know any old stereotypes, but Dr. Yang knows a few." Hu Biao sneered: "If a friend wants to come here to open a pier, please leave a time and place to come. Our boss will definitely come to visit and ask for advice in person." "I live in the suite on the fourth floor of Paramount." This time he seemed to understand: "This girl will live there tonight." He was looking at Hongyu and smiling. Hu Biao's livid face was distorted—Hong Yu was already hiding in the corner, laughing unexpectedly. "I was supposed to let you lie down for thirty days." The young man patted the skirt of his clothes: "For this girl's sake, I will give you a half discount, so you'd better not forget the diamond ring you promised to give her." Hongyu walked over with her waist twisted, and smiled coquettishly: "I still want him to give me my diamond ring?" The young gentleman pulled her back: "The diamond ring is given to him, and the person is mine. The hotel bill must be paid by their boss." The black panther sat naked on the sofa, every muscle in his body seemed to be tense. Hu Biao was like a puddle of mud, slumped on the sofa opposite him, still dripping with cold sweat. But he didn't even look at Hu Biao, and Hu Biao didn't dare to raise his head to look at him. It was very late at night; the grand chime downstairs had just struck three times. The black panther sat motionless, staring at the gunshot wound on his left leg which had been bandaged with gauze, his cold eyes seemed to have an unprecedented melancholy color. Although the gunshot wound did not hinder his actions, it would inevitably be affected in a violent fight. "What kind of person is that?" He asked suddenly. In fact, Hu Biao had already described the appearance of that person, but he still asked in more detail. "He's a very young man, he seems to be only twenty-five or six at most." Hu Biao replied, "The clothes are very well-dressed, and his style seems to be similar to that of Gordon, but he is much more gentlemanly than Gordon." Hei Panther suddenly clenched his fists and hit the armrest of the sofa heavily: "I'm asking about his people, not his clothes, nor his demeanor." Hu Biao lowered his head and hesitated: "He is not ugly, his face is pale, it seems that he has not been in the sun for a long time, but he is ruthless and fast, and he seems to be very experienced, except for the boss. Besides, it’s hard to find such a good player in this place.” Black Panther's face became more gloomy and emptier, his fists clenched tighter, and he muttered to himself: "Could it really be him?... How could he come out?..." Hu Biao didn't dare to answer, he didn't know who the "he" Hei Baozui was talking about. "It's definitely not him." Black Panther shook his head vigorously again: "He was not like this before." "I've never seen this person before." Hu Biao echoed: "Maybe he, like Gordon, came back from abroad." "Did you ask where he lived?" "I live in the suite on the fourth floor of Paramount." Hu Biao suddenly thought, "It seems to be the same room that Gordon used to live in." Hei Panther looked at his hand, and his pupils seemed to have shrunk suddenly. "Do you think he...would he have come to avenge Gordon?" Hu Biao's face also changed a little. Black Panther suddenly sneered: "No matter why he came, since he is here, we can't let him down." He suddenly ordered loudly: "If Third Master Qin is not drunk yet, invite him to come up!" The third master of Qin is Qin Song, the third child of "Magpie", that is, the one with a dark and cruel smile. He is not drunk. He drank a lot and never got drunk, which was far more difficult than never drinking. The Panther came to him because the Panther knew that no one here could control himself more than he did. He came up two minutes later. When he came up, not only his clothes were neatly dressed, but even his hair was not messed up. The panther's eyes showed satisfaction: "You didn't sleep?" "No," Qin Song shook his head, as if he was ready to respond at any time, so no matter what happened, he was always the first person to appear. "The group of Zhang Laosan's men in the past, can they still be found now?" Black Panther asked. "Is it the batch he took to the Hongqiao warehouse?" Black Panther said: "Yes." "If it's urgent, I can find them in thirty minutes." "This is a matter of urgency," Black Panther said resolutely, "Before dawn, you must take them to the fourth floor of Paramount for rounds and find someone." When he gave the order, his expression suddenly became so serious that people completely forgot that he was naked. When he gave orders, Qin Song only listened and didn't ask. Although they used to be very close brothers, now Qin Song has discovered the distance between them. Qin Song knows that it is safe to keep this distance - he has always been the person who can control himself the most. "Ask for his name and purpose first." Black Panther's order was short but powerful: "Then do him." "Yes." Qin Song turned around immediately without even asking a word. Hei Panther's eyes showed satisfaction again, he liked this kind of person who only knew how to carry out his orders and never asked more questions. "Wait a minute," Heibao suddenly said again: "If his surname is Luo, let him live and bring him back." When he mentioned the words "carry him back", his tone became more serious, which meant to tell Qin Song that when he saw this person, it would be best if this person could not stand up. He believed that Qin Song understood what he meant. When Qin Song carried out his orders, he never disappointed him once. Hongyu was lying on the clean white sheet, looking at the man next to her without blinking. The light from the roof made his face look even paler. He seemed not as young as before, his pale face seemed to be filled with an indescribable emptiness and tiredness, and wrinkles from painful experiences seemed to appear in the corners of his eyes. But the expression in his eyes was completely different. His eyes were clear and frank, but now they were full of anger and hatred. Hongyu suddenly couldn't help but sighed softly: "What kind of person are you?" She caressed his solid chest: "A gentleman? A hooligan? Or a wanted murderer?" He didn't answer this sentence, and he didn't even seem to hear it, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. What was he thinking about?What are you grieving for? Is it for a woman who has empathized with someone else?Or for a friend who betrayed him? "You don't seem to come here to find wine and women." Hongyu said softly, "It's for revenge!" "Revenge?" He suddenly turned his head and stared at her, his sharp eyes seemed to keep looking into her heart. Hongyu suddenly felt a chill: "I don't know about you, I don't even know who you are." She has discovered that this person must be hiding many terrible secrets in his heart. No matter who knows his secrets, it is a very dangerous thing, so she is trying her best to explain. "I just think you're not here to play, and you seem to have a lot of worries and worries." He suddenly smiled: "My biggest worry is that every woman seems to have a lot of worries." His hands had slipped under the sheets, and he wasn't acting like a gentleman now. Hongyu couldn't help giggling, she kept twisting her waist, she didn't know if she was dodging or pandering? "Anyway, you've always been a lovely man, and a lot of energy." She suddenly hugged him tightly, and let out a series of groaning whispers: "I like you...I really like you..." He also hugged her tightly, but the pain in his eyes deepened. Then he suddenly felt that what he was hugging was another person, and he suddenly became excited. Just then, he heard a knock on the door. Hongyu's hands and feet were immediately cold, and her whole body shrank into a ball, saying: "It must be Hu Laosi's brothers who are here, they will never let you go." "You don't need to be afraid," he smiled and stood up: "They are not scary people." "They may not be scary, but their boss, Black Panther..." At the mention of this name, Hongyu lost even the blood on her lips: "That man is not human at all, he is a murderous demon star. It is said that even the blood he bleeds It's all cold." He didn't seem to be paying attention to her, and was putting on his trousers and shoes and socks. "If it's really a black panther, you must be very careful." Hongyu took his hand, and she suddenly found that she had a real concern for this young man. The young man smiled and patted her face lightly: "I will be careful, I don't want to die yet." There was also a look of grief and indignation in his smile: "I don't want to jump off the stairs yet." The knocking had ceased. The person who knocked on the door was obviously patient and didn't mind waiting a few more minutes. The master opened the door without asking who it was. When the door opened, his people had retreated to the sofa against the wall, looking at the person standing at the door. "My surname is Qin, and my name is Qin Song." When this man laughed, it made people feel very uncomfortable. "You are Hu Biao's boss?" Qin Song smiled and shook his head: "You should have heard who our boss is, at least Miss Hongyu should have told you." His manner of speaking was polite and courteous, but his words were direct and sharp. Everyone will feel that he is a very difficult person to deal with. He seemed to have the same feeling about the young man sitting on the sofa across from him. "Many people told me many things." The young man was the same as him, with a smile on his face: "I don't have to believe every word." Qin Song smiled and nodded again, and suddenly asked, "What's your friend's name?" "We're friends?" "Of course not now." Qin Song could only admit. "I'm afraid it won't be the case in the future." The young man said lightly, "I drank Hu Biao's wine and robbed his woman. Of course his brother would not consider me a friend." "Then you shouldn't risk opening the door to let us in." Qin Song smiled darker. "adventure?" "Here, if a person is either a friend or an enemy, wouldn't it be very dangerous for you to open the door and let your enemy in." The young man smiled again: "Are you in danger, or me?" Qin Song laughed suddenly: "Lao Si Hu is right, you are indeed a difficult person to deal with." He stopped laughing suddenly, staring at the person opposite: "Now I have only one thing to ask." "I am listening." "You drank Hu Laosi's wine and robbed his woman. What is the reason?" "Because his wine and women are the best." The young man said with a smile, "I happen to be a drunk again." "Just for this?" Qin Song asked coldly. "That's enough." Qin Song stared at his face: "Do you often break other people's noses for wine and women?" "Sometimes I hit other places, but I always think the nose is a good target." "When you shot, you didn't know who he was?" The young man shook his head: "I only know that he also wants to break my head. Those who want to hit someone usually have to prepare to be beaten." Qin Song sneered: "Are you ready now?" His men had been standing at the door, and suddenly they retreated seven or eight steps backwards, and he retreated very quickly. Just when he started to retreat, there were already a dozen big men rushing in from outside the door.Among these people are the disciples of the "Liuhe Bafa" of the Southern School, as well as the masters of the "Tan Leg" of the Northern School. The young man seemed to recognize at a glance that they were professional thugs, and they were far more difficult to deal with than the three he defeated just now. But he was still smiling: "If people like you become crippled, maybe you will starve to death." He sighed softly again: "I don't want you to starve to death, but I always shoot Heavy." He smiled and stood up, two fists were in front of him, and one leg swept across his ankle. With a light jump, he had already landed on the sofa, and suddenly bounced off the sofa again, turning over in the air.When he punched the man in front, his heel kicked the ribs of the man behind him. Then he suddenly backhanded and cut the aorta at the back of the neck of the person next to him with his palm. He shot cleanly, quickly and accurately, and it was obvious that he had already shot, but his moves would suddenly change. He obviously wanted to smash the bridge of your nose with his fist, but when you fell down, he kicked you down. He obviously wanted to hit the first person, but it was often the second person who fell down. After the four fell down, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Backhand!" There are only two people in this world who know how to use "backhand", one is Luo Lie and the other is Black Panther. Could it be that Luo Lie finally came!