The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Looking at the general altar that has changed its appearance.

Lao Wu's mood was unbearable, and he fled thousands of miles here. It was Master Dong who held his hand and led him into the world of Hongmen.

"Do you love brothers or gold~?"

"Love brother~!"

Scenes of the past reappeared in front of his eyes, and the shouts of the elders seemed to be heard behind him, and the back of the machete hit his back heavily again.

Holding three and a half sticks of incense in his hand and inserting them into the incense burner, this place became his other home.

Practicing martial arts, starting a family, and moving from Sijiuzai to Shanmen Mentou, I have integrated into the life here. That childhood memory seems to have become a thing of the past.

However, standing in front of the incense altar, I became increasingly resistant to the changes in Hongmen.

The portrait of the ancestor has been taken down, and the incense altar has disappeared. Only the old man in front of him is still sitting in his former position.

"What's wrong, Xiao Wu, something happened over there~!"

After the meeting, Mr. Dong looked very tired. He looked at Xiao Wu staring blankly at the back of the main altar, looking at his somewhat confused eyes, and asked calmly.

Mr. Dong's words brought Lao Wu back to his senses instantly. Mr. Dong had his reasons for doing so. Lao Wu nodded.

"Mr. Dong, those dragons across the river appeared. When I was observing the Third Company Gang at the embassy, ​​they knocked out A Le and found me~!"

Hearing those people appearing near the embassy, ​​Mr. Dong's shoulders slumped a little and he looked at the door of the main altar, not knowing what he was thinking.

"How many people has Heixiong arranged for at the embassy?"

"Thirty or forty killer boys are all members of the faith hall, and they all have guys on their waists. I feel like they are waiting for them to come to my door~!"

"Those crossing the river dragons even gave me a box of cigarettes~!"

After speaking, Lao Wu respectfully took out the Chinese cigarettes Li Feng gave him and placed them on the table.

He held the cigarette case handed over by Lao Wu in his hand.

Mr. Dong turned over and over, looking at the red packaging shell, looking at the golden building on the cigarette box, with a very embarrassed expression.

After slowly opening it, he took out one. He hadn't smoked for a long time, smelled the smell of the rolling paper, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lao Wu, who was standing next to him, looked a little surprised, but he still took out a match and lit it for Mr. Dong himself.

"Is this what China tastes like~!"

The moment he smoked the cigarette, Mr. Dong slowly closed his eyes. The thick and full smoke poured into his lungs, and he couldn't bear to spit it out for a long time. The moment he climbed out of the pile of dead people, he never smoked again. Pass.

"I'm old, your dad and the others will definitely like such a mellow taste~!"

Slowly exhaling the smoke from the cigarette, Mr. Dong coughed twice. He didn't know whether he was saying that he was not in good health, or lamenting that as he got older, he missed home more and more.

"Master Dong, please smoke less~!"

Looking at the dots of red on the handkerchief, Lao Wu's scalp suddenly went numb. Unexpectedly, he still looked like a pillar of Hongmen. He, who was usually full of energy, had difficulty even smoking at this time, as if he had run out of gas.

Patting Mr. Dong on the back, Lao Wu had tears in his eyes, and his eyes turned red instantly. Along the way, too many people fell on the road, but Mr. Dong could not fall.

"No need to call people, I know my own body well, I can still hold on, and I can send you on the right path~!"

Waving his hand, Mr. Dong stopped Lao Wu from calling someone. He smoked the cigarette on his finger more and more greedily, feeling the smell of his hometown.

After not smoking it for a long time, he suddenly tasted it again and found that the taste was very much to his liking. In the end, it was Lao Wu who saw that Mr. Dong was coughing so badly that he snatched the half-smoked cigarette and carried it behind his back.

"Those people should be red gangsters. I asked them and they didn't deny it~!"

"Don't put it out, you can smoke it too. Smelling the cigarette smoke, I can still remember those people and what else I have to do~!"

Seeing that Lao Wu was about to put out the cigarette, Mr. Dong waved his hand. Then Lao Wu hesitated, squatted aside, wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued to smoke.

"At that time, several of me smoked a cigarette. When we smoked it, only the butt of the cigarette was left, and it was your father who was the most cunning. At the end, there was still a cigarette left in the hat. Ahem, I lit it in the end. Now, I haven’t even stuffed it into his mouth yet, so I left~!”

"At that time, just by looking at the smoke burning there, I thought he was still alive. But when they rushed up, your dad never stood up~!"

"Ahem~!"

Seeing Lao Wu smoking, Mr. Dong smiled, as happy as a child. Only at this moment did he feel like he was still where he should have been.

"Master Dong~!"

Hearing Mr. Dong mention his father, Lao Wu, a tough guy, couldn't help crying. Over the years, Mr. Dong has been his other father. When he was protecting Zeng's eldest child, he seemed to be seeing his childhood self.

"Don't worry about whether we are in sync or not, your father and I finally came together for the sake of our family and country. At that time, we had no choice. Whether it was red or green, the world of today is no longer about fighting and killing, this is At the end of the road, you will either die or your house will collapse, there will be no good results~!"

"Xiao Wu, no matter where we go, our roots are still there. They foreigners are discriminating against us now because our roots are not strong. If our roots were strong, even if they discriminated against us, they would only dare to whisper in their stomachs and not dare to To show that standing upright and upright does not only depend on ourselves, but also on the "people" behind us!"

After saying that, Mr. Dong tapped his fingers on the cigarette box, looked at Lao Wu meaningfully, and explained the relationship clearly.

"It sounds like what you said to that young man, but they haven't cared about us in these years. Only the Sanlian Gang is getting bigger and bigger~!"

Lao Wu scratched his scalp and thought of what the young man said to him. It was obviously the same as what Mr. Dong said. On the surface, it was a person, but in fact, it was a country.

"It turns out that only after accumulation can you flourish. Maybe I can't see it, and maybe you can't see it either, but they can definitely see it~!"

Mr. Dong pointed in the direction of the Martial Arts Hall in the distance. The entrance to the hall was originally set up because he had no choice but to show his muscles and block out the Italians with ulterior motives.

My hometown is just like the students at the beginning. From being ignorant at the beginning, to being able to take the lead one after another, things do not happen overnight, especially in a world situation that is more complicated than Jianghu.

Following what Mr. Dong pointed out, Lao Wu saw young children and young people walking out of the door. He seemed to understand something. His previous confusion about transformation instantly found an anchor point.

"They are the next owners of the embassy~!"

Although he still asked, Lao Wu may have already made up his mind. Once the joints were pointed out, he would naturally know what the people of the Sanlian Gang were afraid of.

Although I don't understand why Gao Lu changed his mind at this time and came together with those people instead, Hongmen can use this opportunity to make the people below no longer helpless.

And Master Dong's purpose became clear.

"They seem to be in trouble over there~!"

"When there is trouble, someone needs to solve it. It is better to provide help in times of need than to add icing on the cake!"

Mr. Dong stood up slowly, and his somewhat happy expression gradually faded away. There was only a hint of solemnity in his eyes. The resolution of this problem meant that this place would be rejuvenated with new vitality.

An old man in a family is like a treasure. Although he has only one eye, he can see more clearly than many people with intact eyes.

"Come on, come with me to see. My hometown is on the right track, and there should be changes here~!"

Slowly following behind Mr. Dong, Lao Wu looked around. Changes, troubleshooting, everything, Mr. Dong seemed to have expected it, and everything was waiting for today's arrival.

Those young people, as Mr. Dong said, came with a national mission, sounded the death knell for Hongmen, but gave them new life. (End of chapter)