Super Little Driver

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Lin. you will be satisfied with the price I give you." For Li Dong's attitude, Lin Xu is very calm, slowly stirring the coffee in his hand, with an elusive smile.

"Lin Xu, you let Chen Ziwen use me, and now you want me to sell those assets to you. Your wishful thinking is very good, but don't treat me as a fool." The more Li Dong said, the more angry he became. He thought of Chen Ziwen's appearance before he died. He was just an infatuated man who took revenge for his lover. He was just used by the devil Lin Xu and stood in the opposite of Li Dong step by step.

"I just give a person in need the help he deserves. He also gets what he wants. When his enemy dies, he is buried with his girlfriend. I believe he has no regrets." Lin Xu's words are very light, but make Li Dong more angry. What does this guy take human life for.

"Lin Xu, don't pretend to be confused with me, you only offer help? Who disclosed the address of Wang Wen's family? Who leaked the information about my woman to Chen Ziwen? I don't believe that anyone in this city dares to arrest someone in Liu's home, even Leng's. I don't believe that Chen Ziwen is a brainless man. " Li Dong's words "urgent, come back quickly."

"Go." Lin Xu immediately got up. As he stood up, other customers in the coffee shop stood up at the same time. Even the waiter who carried the tea and water followed him and left with him.

The caf é, which used to be crowded, was empty. All the people in it were Lin Xu's bodyguards.

Let Lin Xu eat a small loss, and can't make Li Dong happy, but to Chen Ziwen he can also have a very good account.

After leaving the cafe, Li Dong didn't go back. Instead, he drove to the outskirts, where Chen Ziwen was buried in a public cemetery.

Originally, Li Dong didn't want to go this way, but his thoughts brought him here.

Before he knew it, he had already arrived at Chen Ziwen's grave. Next to it was Qi Tingting's grave, the woman he loved deeply.

"Are you here to worship Ziwen, too?" Li Dong looks at Chen Ziwen's grave in a daze, and a middle-aged man's voice rings in his ear.

Li Dong turned his head and followed the direction of the voice. He saw that the middle-aged man was very tall. He was wearing a tight black wind coat, with a pair of sunglasses. He could see a scar from the sunglasses under his left eye.

This person's appearance let Li Dong not have any vigilance, almost suddenly appears in his side.

"He and I should be friends." The word "friend" makes Li Dong want to laugh. Chen Ziwen's actions undoubtedly touch Li Dong's bottom line, but he still speaks out his friends. In Li Dong's opinion, Chen Ziwen is just as infatuated as him.

"Was he in pain when he died?" The middle-aged man went to Chen Ziwen's tomb, bowed three times, took out a bullet from his pocket and put it in front of the tombstone.

Li Dong looked at the middle-aged man's movements as if they were some kind of ritual. He remembered that crow once told him that this kind of ritual movement was only between his comrades in arms. Who would this middle-aged man be?

"The pain of his death?" Just as Li Dong was thinking, the middle-aged man asked again.

"It shouldn't be painful." Li Dong doesn't know how to describe Chen Ziwen's death. The pain of the bullet hitting the lung will last for several minutes with his breath. Every breath will make him very uncomfortable. But Chen Ziwen's last smile shows his inner relief.

Hearing Li Dong's reply, the middle-aged man got up slowly and bowed to him deeply.

Li Dong was a little at a loss. Just as he wanted to return the gift, he was immediately locked by a piercing intention of killing. The middle-aged man suddenly burst out and stabbed Li Dong in the neck with a dagger in his hand.

Li Dong retreats, dodges the attack of the dagger, touches his neck with some blood, and his skin has been scratched.

"Who are you? Why kill me Li Dong didn't understand. He had never met this middle-aged man, and he didn't know what hatred he had.

The middle-aged man straightened up and took out a necklace from his neck, which was the same famous brand as Chen Ziwen.

"I thank you for burying Ziwen, but the people of xuesha mercenary regiment can only die on the battlefield. Whoever kills him will die." The middle-aged man quickly squatted and rushed to Li Dong. The speed made Li Dong unable to see clearly.

Shua Shua..

Within a second, the middle-aged man stabbed three knives in succession. Li Dong dodged and patted his waist in embarrassment, and two silver needles flew out. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man received the silver needle without looking at it, and gave it back to Li Dong with a backhand.

Seeing the silver needle flying back, Li Dong was surprised. His silver needle had never been defeated. This time, he was picked up and returned to himself.

He quickly rolled to the ground to avoid the silver needle. The middle-aged man seemed to be right about Li Dong's action. He jumped up like a tiger and rushed to Li Dong. The dagger only stabbed his heart.

Li Dong was quick witted and hit the middle-aged man on the wrist. He thought he could knock off the dagger, but the middle-aged man's wrist was like steel. Li Dong's fist was very painful.

A moment of hesitation let the middle-aged man seize the opportunity, a grasp of Li Dong's arm to lift him up.

Li Dong looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. He never thought that he would be held up by someone alone. In front of him, the dagger approached. Li Dong made the final resistance and kicked the middle-aged man in the face.

Middle aged people do not dodge, let Li Dong kick, the sunglasses on his face was kicked to pieces, and then let Li Dong's hand go.

"It's good. It's good." The middle-aged man took off his broken sunglasses to show his face, which looked very serious. A ferocious scar in his left eye passed through his eyeball, and his eyeball was no longer there.

Li Dong didn't understand what the middle-aged meant. Just when he was fully alert to the middle-aged, the middle-aged man put away his dagger, lit a cigar, and smoked leisurely. The frenzied and cold murderous air on his body just disappeared.

"Boy, are you interested in supporting soldiers?" Asked the middle-aged man.

Li Dong was confused. Just now they were still fighting with each other. Now they want to join the gang. Is this guy sick?

"Don't be so nervous. I just tried your skill just now. Ziwen is my valued successor. If you can kill Ziwen, it shows that your ability is above Ziwen. He is not wronged to die." The middle-aged people are very cheerful, like talking about a very common thing, but Li Dong is very shocked.

Is Chen Ziwen his successor? Then this man is Chen Ziwen's master!

To find out the identity of the middle-aged man, Li Donggang wanted to explain that when Chen Ziwen was killed by a crow, the middle-aged man stood beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, drink with me."