Chapter 135 Seven Uncles and Eight Masters

Chapter 135 [Seven Uncles and Eight Masters] (Part 2) "Vietnamese! Damn it, I touched my nest! It seems that last month's incident made them anxious.

Uncle Ten sighed: "I'm stuck at home. If it weren't for this boy, I would be finished."

After a pause, he added, "This boy seems to have good skills, but it's a pity that he can't play with guns."

"Um."

The eighth master knocked on the table with his left hand with only three fingers, and the seemingly peaceful eyes turned twice on me... To be honest, his eyes seemed to be peaceful, but he really shot on the body, which made people feel uncomfortable! It's a kind of look that seems to be able to see through people, a kind of examination!" What did Lao Qi say about your name just now... Well, Chen Yang, right? I nodded: "Just call me Xiaowu."

"Well, you settle down with me first."

He smiled and said, "I'm also surnamed Fang, but I'm not related to that fat man Fang.

You see, I only have eight fingers, so people outside here call me 'square eight fingers'.

If you want, just call me the eighth master.

At my age, it's not taking advantage of you.

His smile is peaceful, and the faint sense of elegance makes people feel like a spring breeze... But his temperament makes me a little uncomfortable! Because of his style, his temperament, and his demeanor, they all look like a person! Brother Huan!! The eighth master pressed a button on the table, and immediately opened the back door and two men came in: "You first push Uncle Seven out to have a rest and ask the doctor to check for him."

He said a few words in a calm tone.

Uncle Qi wanted to say something, but he looked at the eighth master and looked at me. He didn't open his mouth, but just patted me on the shoulder.

Then the two men came respectfully and pushed him out.

My heart was moved.

Got it.

This eighth master has something to say to me.

My face was calm, but I just looked at him quietly.

He smiled and pointed to a chair next to him: "Sit down."

Then he smiled at me politely and said, "Wait a minute."

Then, he pressed the button again.

This time, a man came in a clean work clothes. The eighth master quickly confessed, "Uncle Seven had an accident at home today. It was done by a Vietnamese... I'm worried about what happened last month.

You check in all Chinatowns, how the news was released... Communicate with several Chinese associations.

Look at them... Well..." He looked at me and didn't say anything, but the man already agreed and nodded out.

I can see that the man came in and out. Whether he walked or stood, his body was very straight, and he was very upright when he walked, with obvious traces of the army on his body.

Then the eighth master sighed, walked aside, poured me a glass of water with an old thermos bottle that looked a little rusty, and smiled and signaled me not to be polite.

"Xiao Wu, right?" He smiled and looked at me: "Say something about you.

What trouble have you caused in China? I pondered for a moment and repeated what I said to Uncle Seven in the car.

The eighth master didn't open his mouth and kept listening so quietly.

Finger tapped gently on the table, as if with some strange rhythm.

Because the rhythm of his fingers was so strange, I couldn't help being taken away by the rhythm of the hand several times, and the tone of his voice changed a little.

The eighth master smiled, felt my uncomsip, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry.

This is my old problem.

I suddenly moved my heart and suddenly remembered that the rhythm of his finger was according to the rhythm of an old song "Dongfanghong"! When I finished, he gently touched his eyebrows and said slowly, "Yes, according to what you said, in fact, your trouble in China is over... The people in Qinghong thought you were dead, right? Someone made a fake body for you... Then you should be in no trouble."

"Yes."

I shook my head, and the muscles in the corners of my eyes jumped gently: "If you are in trouble, help me lay out the people who think I'm dead... also want to kill me..." The eighth master suddenly smiled: "Okay, you don't have to explain more, I understand.

You are not the first or the last one to do this kind of thing.

He shook his head: "But I have a question to ask you now. This question is very important. Answer me when you think about it."

"Good!" I nodded.

"You are in Canada now.

No matter what he wants to find you in China, he can't get here, so no one will chase you here.

You are safe now.

So I need to figure out what you think.

The eighth master said slowly, "You are sent by Fang Pangzi. I can tell you very clearly that Fang Pangzi is our brother. We absolutely believe in the person he sent... But you have to figure out your own thoughts first."

I looked at him.

The eighth master suddenly smiled and said, "You saw it in Lao Qi's house today... We are not doing ordinary business here, and we are not doing ordinary things.

In other words, we are not good people! If you just want to run here and live a stable life, then depending on Fatty Fang's feelings, I will find a way to get you a legal identity, give you a sum of money, so that you can have a legal identity in Canada, and at the same time help you find a job, or let you do business in Chinatown.

In that case, you can live here in peace, live a safe life, and live your little life.

And I promise that with us, you will not be bullied by others.

I still didn't say anything and still looked at him quietly.

"Another way... is, you join us."

The eighth master sighed: "Fatty Fang, since he sent you here, he didn't say a word. Presumably what he meant is that you have to decide for yourself.

But I remind you that if you join us, you don't want to continue to live a stable life.

Canada is not your hell... But in the same way, it's not heaven here!" I looked at him quietly, then changed my sitting posture, glanced at a box of cigarettes on his table, hesitated for a moment, and pointed to, "Is it okay?" Oh, of course."

The eighth master threw the cigarette box to me with a smile.

I pulled out one and lit it: "I haven't smoked for a few days at sea. It's suffocated."

"It is difficult to jump into the sea, and now many people will choose to jump off the plane."

The eighth master smiled faintly.

I know that what he said about jumping into the sea and jumping off the plane are both slang, which means smuggling by boat and smuggling by plane.

I took a puff of smoke, and the long-lost smell of tobacco turned back and forth in my lungs, and I couldn't help sighing.

Then he raised his eyes, looked directly at the eighth master, and solemnly said, "The eighth master! In fact, I thought about this problem before I came.

"Um."

He made a gesture to ask me to continue.

"In fact, in China, Brother Fang suggested that I go to the county seat in my small mountainous area in the northwest or southwest, and then live a good life as a good citizen, but I refused."

I slowly exhaled a cigarette and looked at his eyes: "I can't forget what happened to me in China in my life! I originally had my own life, a house and a home, and a woman I like... But just because..." I coughed and covered the muscles in the corners of my eyes and the expression on my face with a cough. I said quickly, "I lost all this! I was chased like a homeless dog! After opening your eyes every day, the first thing is to be glad that you can live another day! At the same time, I pray to God that I will continue to be lucky today! Later, I understood... I was chased so badly because I was a villain! A little man with nothing! I'm very good at fighting! I can hit several by one. On the night I was in Guangzhou, I took a knife all the way out on the long street and cut a dozen by myself! But what's the use of that? I only have one person, only one pair of hands..." I gritted my teeth and stared at the eighth master: "I only have one life, I don't care about the desperate... But I have this life, and I don't have it after fighting... But the people who chase me have a lot of lives in their hands!" The eighth master didn't say anything.

"I think very clearly. I don't want to find a place to hide like a mouse. I don't want to hide my name for the rest of my life! I don't want to hide my head every day, for fear that others will recognize me! I don't want to live that kind of life!" I gritted my teeth and said, "If I am willing to live that kind of life, I don't have to take such a big risk to come to Canada!" I came here to break out of the road. I told myself, and also told the eldest brother of the other party... I will swagger back with the scenery!!" The eighth master still didn't say anything, but quietly pulled out a cigarette from the marriage box and lit it himself.

"I almost went to my husband for this! I abandoned my wife, and what did I get..." I smiled hatefully: "What I got was the sentence 'I'm sorry, you have to die'.

As a result, I have nothing left now, family, women, friends, work, life... nothing.

Even the feelings I originally regarded as my father and brother are gone! I fled all the way, fought all the way, and hid all the way... I almost died many times, but I just didn't want to die! I told me to go back alive!" The more I said, the more excited I was, and a stream of blood surged up in my heart. Suddenly, a hot-blooded movie I saw when I was young popped up in my mind, and I remembered a line that made me have a serious resonance at this moment! I must go back! Not because I want to prove that I can do it, but because I want others to know! I will definitely take back what I lost with my own hands!!!" The eighth master looked at me, took a deep puff of smoke, then stood up and patted me on the shoulder: "Come with me."