Chapter 44 The remnant sun is like blood

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Entering the hall, Song Ziyang was stunned.

There is no one in it. There is a big hole in the floor, and there are blood stains on the ground. It seems that there has also been a catastrophe here.

Song Ziyang's instinctive reaction was that he wanted to leave, but when he thought that his cash passbook and gold were in the safe above, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

In addition, the life and death of his second brother and third brother are unknown. He really can't persuade himself to leave shamelessly. He has just abandoned his brother who fought with him and can no longer abandon his own brother.

There is really no one on the first floor.

He felt a little at ease, and now he can only keep comforting himself: maybe it's just a small group of enemies making trouble and being chased away.

He stepped on the elevator tremblingly and wanted to go directly to his office on the top floor.

But the elevator can't operate normally. It seems to have been stopped.

Song Ziyang had to climb the stairs layer by layer. To be honest, he hasn't climbed the stairs for a long time. The familiar feeling of the elevator made him not get used to stepping up step by step.

There is no one on the second floor.

On the third floor, the business club, no one.

The fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor... No one...

"Where did everyone die?" Song Ziyang muttered in his heart that his legs were getting heavier and heavier.

This building is the heart of his life. The lower four floors are all business areas, and the upper floors are accommodation areas, and most of them are his own subordinates.

Song Ziyang's best move is to provide housing for his formal subordinates.

This move is too cruel. You should know what these outlaws do for money, but what can they buy with a small amount of money now? These people usually eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. When they are old, they can't fight. They don't even have any scum left. They don't know where to die.

But it's different to have a house. There is a destination and confidence! So over the years, their brothers have been calling for wind and rain over the years, and they have been welcoming all over the years! In addition to those professional hooligans, some of the migrant workers who are poor and can't buy a house all their lives are also added.

This is called a hero of the times. Real estate developers make money, the government makes money, and officials make money. What about those who can never afford to buy a house? No house, no daughter-in-law, this is a natural law.

So some people want to get a secret and join the underground world.

This is not the life that people want, but a life without choice. No one likes to live in an undetermined landlord and want to move by himself.

Song Ziyang climbed up step by step. The more he climbed, the more desolate he became. Finally, he came to the last floor. He bent down and gasped.

"Mr. Song... You're back..." His secretary Xiao Na looked at him timidly with a frightened and uneasy face.

Seeing Xiaona as a beauty, Song Ziyang's heart is like drinking honey

I finally saw someone!

He immediately straightened up and shouted, "What's the matter? Zihao Ziqiang, what the hell are they doing? Did anyone make trouble in the afternoon?

"Mr. Song... I mean, someone is waiting for you in the office..." Xiao Na lowered her head and ran downstairs to avoid the plague.

"Is anyone waiting for me? Where are you going? Song Ziyang's heart, which had just recovered, suddenly tightened.

"Mr. Song," at this time, a woman with slender eyes and a charming appearance came behind him at some point, smiling and made a gesture of invitation: "Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Wait for me?" Song Ziyang suddenly stopped talking, and his heart suddenly fell into the deep valley.

"Please come in." The flower demon smiled particularly softly, but in Song Ziyang's eyes, it was a nightmare face.

He hesitated once in his life. He has never refused other people's challenges and invitations in his life, even a sea of knives.

Song Ziyang retreated slightly and was ready to escape.

"Mr. Song, I suggest you go in," the flower demon smiled, but one hand took out a poisonous needle. At the same time, the stairway was also blocked by Liao Fan who had just come up.

Song Ziyang's state at this time is quite good as competing with the two. But the words of the flower demon made him completely lose his fighting spirit.

"There are nearly 200 people in Liuhe below. If you are not hacked to death, you will be tired to death..." The flower demon smiled particularly sweetly and attentively opened the door of the office for Song Ziyang.

Song Ziyang clenched his fists tightly, stared at them fiercely with his big eyes, and slowly walked into the office that once belonged to him.

This moment when I was once familiar with it seemed to be so strange that the perfume in the room had been changed.

He has a pair of feet on his spacious boss's stage and wears a pair of very ordinary casual shoes.

"Are you Pan Hongsheng?" He stared at the thin, thin and not amazing young man in front of him. Although he had seen the photos before, it was still a little unbelievable to see the real person. This is the character who turned the whole Jinjiang River upside down and killed himself in an afternoon.

"Who do you think is qualified to sit here except me?" Pan Hongsheng enjoyed a full set of services in Song Ziyang's building in the afternoon and had a full meal. At this time, he was picking his teeth.

"The food here is good. I have decided to leave the chef. I have dismissed the rest, including your female secretary." Pan Hongsheng smiled and said, "Although she showed me her ability and charm..."

"You! You bastard!" Song Ziyang felt that the softest place in his heart seemed to have been stung by a poisonous sting. Xiaona is his beloved treasure. Because of some of his career, he has never had many women, and his secretary Xiaona is the hottest one to fight with him.

He remembered Xiaona's panic and shameful departure just now. He angrily picked up an ashtray on the table and smashed it down fiercely against Pan Hongsheng's forehead!

The ashtray was broken, and Pan Hongsheng did not move.

He still held the half cigarette in his hand, stuffed it into the half ashtray in Song Ziyang's hand, and straightened his hair: "Well, there are still a few more news. Do you want to listen to it?"

"No need!" Song Ziyang suddenly turned around and said, "I know, Zihao, Ziqiang must have been killed by you! I'm completely done! You kill me! Since you have won, I hope you can win with some demeanor. Don't humiliate me again!"

"I never humiliate others like this," Pan Hongsheng stood up and shook off the glass scum on his hair as if nothing had happened: "But you broke my limit and touched the person you shouldn't touch. I had to do this. You forced me! You should have figured out who I am before you touch me! Can you do it! What will happen to you if you do it!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come on! Take me out of my heart and lungs!" Song Ziyang suddenly tore his coat! Show your chest and stomach that have begun to get fat.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party's blank eyes and turned around and walked to the wall.

There is a decorative knife holder next to the wall, on which is a Western European sword, a Japanese samurai sword and an Islamic machete. He took a samurai sword from it and pulled it out.

Although it was a decorative knife, it was all opened, and Pan Hongsheng violently toss the knife.

Song Ziyang took the knife and immediately understood what it meant. He nodded gratefully: "Thank you."

"Not for you, but for your brothers who give up their lives!" Pan Hongsheng didn't look back. He was looking at the remnants of the sky like blood.

Song Ziyang took a knife and went to the roof.

It never came down again.