My players are too fierce!

Earth, sunset, a car repair shop in a coastal town.

The swordsman waved goodbye to the last car of the day.

"Boss Long, are you closing already? Why so early today?"

The portly owner and head chef of the food stall next door, who was out smoking, saw this and joked.

"There's nothing we can do. There aren't many customers today, and business isn't good even if we stay open. We might as well close down," the swordsman said as he packed up his tools.

He pulled down the roller shutter, glanced at the shopkeeper who was still squatting by the roadside, and after a moment of silence, added a sentence.

"...My two little ones have been clamoring to go to the county to eat KFC, so let's go."

The chubby boss chuckled and said with a smile, "These kids are such a worry for adults."

Just then, the next wave of customers arrived. The chubby owner stubbed out his cigarette, greeted the knife-wielding man, and went back into the shop.

The swordsman returned to the living area behind the shop, took a good shower, and washed away the smell of engine oil.

He stood in front of the mirror in the toilet/bathroom, lost in thought.

After his release from prison, years of heavy physical labor took a toll on his kidneys and knees, but thankfully he didn't develop too much excess fat. The scars on his body, the holes from homemade guns...

Neither of them deformed.

As the last rays of the setting sun fell, he was awakened.

He took out a faded floral shirt from the closet, thought for a long time, and then put it back on.

The dinner prepared for the children is kept in the pot; now that the temperature has risen, they can eat it without reheating.

Turn on your phone, find the number in the spam/tampering blocker, and call it.

"Feed? Brother Long? Have you thought it through?"

"Go now, or else."

A hoarse voice echoed in the dark bedroom.

"Let's get this going! We've been waiting for you, Brother Long! Hehe."

"Please rest for a moment, I'll go to your shop..."

"back door."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say!"

hang up the phone.

He has to do laundry for those two brats again tonight, and he also has to grind games. He doesn't have time to hang out with these gangsters at nightclubs.

In the dark, people's sense of time is often not so real.

the phone is ringing.

The call ended, but the call wasn't answered.

In the entryway, the swordsman looked at the large wrench that had been placed on the shoe cabinet, and weighed it in his hand.

Hey, none of them are as handy as his broken sword!

Forget it, I'm too lazy to bring it.

He pushed open the door and left.

A Mitsubishi Hongguang van was parked obediently at the back door.

A group of burly men in neat black suits were crammed into the car. The leader, a man with monkey-like cheeks, was wearing a floral suit, a far cry from his usual hooligan demeanor.

They look like they're doing something nice.

The man raised his head, the fleeting ferocity in his eyes well concealed, but the swordsman still noticed it.

"Brother Long, my given name is Shang, and my surname is Jiang. Is there anything I need...?"

Jiang Shang's outstretched hand hung in mid-air.

The swordsman ignored him and got into the passenger seat.

Jiang Shang's smile remained unchanged, but it turned slightly colder from an angle unseen by the swordsman.

After the swordsman got into the car, a bespoke black suit was handed to his side.

He turned to look at Jiang Shang and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, Brother Long, you've been retired from the underworld for many years. Now we've started a group, you wouldn't believe the rules these days..."

Jiang Shang smiled, without pointing at the faded floral shirt on the swordsman's body.

"This is also what our boss wanted."

"Then go back and tell your boss that I appreciate the good intentions, but that's all. I'll help him this time out of consideration for our past brotherhood."

Jiang Shang's smile remained unchanged as he patted the driver on the shoulder.

With a roar of its engine, the overloaded bread truck sped away.

At this moment, in the city.

Surrounded by a construction site, there is a dilapidated residential building from the 1950s or 60s.

Several elderly men and women from the city were enjoying the cool air in the open space in front of the house. The old woman who was leading the group was shouting and cursing at the construction site, saying things like "illegal construction" and "I'm reporting you," which won cheers and applause from the crowd.

The bread truck stopped here.

Several men in suits surrounded the elderly couple.

The old woman leading the group seemed used to this situation and remained completely calm.

Instead, they started yelling and cursing: "Hey, what are you gangsters trying to do? You think the demolition compensation isn't enough for us? You want to pay our medical expenses instead?"

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law!"

"Exactly! They wouldn't dare touch us!"

"Hahaha! Look at them, acting like cowards! Gangsters, huh? My dog ​​would dare bite someone!"

The burly men hardened their fists, but they all remembered what the boss had said.

Don't do it yourself!

Jiang Shang arrived late, leading his swordsmen.

A steel bar was handed to him.

The swordsman took a deep breath and did not accept the offer.

He still remembers this street...

His past, his former self, ends here.

Unfortunately, it seems that his former neighbors no longer recognize him.

Indeed, who would remember a stray dog ​​from ten years ago?

Even if this dog has done some chilling things.

"Oh, so the gangsters are too scared to make a move, so they send in some thugs?"

"Hey, what a bunch of snakes and rats!"

The laughter reached his ears, but the swordsman kept his eyes closed and said nothing.

Jiang Shang watched from the side, but that was all he did.

One of his henchmen saw this and quietly asked him, "Who's this guy? Is he reliable, Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Shang rolled his eyes at him and whispered, "The boss's judgment is definitely spot on!"

Just kidding, the boss himself admitted that Brother Long's intelligence and methods are no less than his.

He's a bit stubborn, and there are some hurdles he can't overcome.

Pity.

The swordsman opened his eyes.

The world is quiet now; the old men and women are no longer talking.

Even the burly men in suits who were struck by the swordsman felt a chill run down their spines.

This man has a history of murder!

More than once, and more than once!

"Dear uncles and aunts, do you still recognize me?"

"I, Ah Longzi, am back."

Having been secretly observing from the side, I quickly changed the 110 I had prepared to 120.

If the boss finds out that someone has died, especially in such a humorous way, he'll definitely be skinned alive!

"Hehehe, Ah Long, it really is you..."

"It's been so long since you've come to visit your auntie..."

"Uncle brought you your favorite soda..."

The men in suits blocked the stairwell like iron towers.

Jiang Shang strode forward, pulled out several demolition contracts, and said, "Everyone, please sign these first."

"Oh dear, I've been wanting to move for ages!"

"This dilapidated house is nowhere near as nice as a new one!"

The swordsman closed his eyes, not wanting to watch this chameleon-like performance, and returned to his car alone.

Taking a taxi home from here isn't cheap, so try to save money wherever possible.

The matter was resolved very efficiently, without even needing to use the prepared notes.

Jiang Shang made a phone call.

"Hey! Boss!"

Jiang Shang greeted him obsequiously.

"Spit it out."

A deep, resonant male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The job's done! Even lower than the initial price!"

"Hmm, is there anything else? You'd better not be like toothpaste."

"It's just...it's just that, your Brother Long...I'm afraid..."

"Their two children still need to go to school."

it is more than words.

On the other end of the phone, the boss gave some more instructions.

Jiang Shang smiled and agreed, then hung up the phone and returned to his car.

Before going to the nightclub, he also had to take Brother Long home.

He did call them Brother Long, it's just that others looked down on them.

-

Dead End, Tavern Lobby.

Just as Roland was about to agree to let the players go online, Emma rushed over anxiously.

Its cat ears swayed, and a rare look of panic crossed its face.

"Boss! I'm in trouble!"