At one o'clock in the morning, Chicago, Edison Street, only one sign is still shining. The neon lights on it indicate the name of this place: Black and White Club, push the door in, the dynamic music is deafening, DJ plays the dizzy DJ constantly stimulates people's nerves, the red men and green women in the dance floor are shaking all the shaking parts of their bodies. The various wines on the bar are brought up one bottle after another, and the dim walls are drunk, and the men and women who have been blinded by alcohol and music release their original passion. This is a bizarre world, a world without night and day.

In the back alley of this world, a black-haired man knocked on the iron door. A small window was opened on the door, his eyes were revealed, and immediately the iron door was opened. "Boss." Several black men bowed to the man with respect. The man smiled, "It's okay, you can continue to work." After saying that, he went straight to a secret door from the stairs next to him. There was a huge basement in the secret door, which could be seen as large as the ground building, with several rooms around him. In the open space in the middle, there were container trucks that had just driven away from the old factory. There were several tables beside the container trucks, one full of banknotes, and one full of bags of white powder. The group of big men in black combat uniforms were originally scattered around the car in groups. When they saw the man coming down, they gathered together and held hands in front of their chests to salute the man.

"The great priest!" The pious actions and voice made these men who had just killed people pure as if the Puritans were praying in a Sunday church.

After returning the gift with the same action, the black-haired man turned to the leader and asked, "Lock, how is the harvest?" The terrifying giant man who appeared in the factory came to the light. The clean-shave bald head reflected the light. The skin exposed on the T-shirt was pierced with countless tattoos, but it was not a skeleton or a monster, but some dense talisman-like words, "Four and a half million dollars, and the equivalent value *******, boss, Lao Duff will suffer a lot this time."

"Haha, Old Duff is already in a semi-retired state. He doesn't care about this little money. If he was the host, we might not be able to do this job so easily. The little Duff, who is hosting the Irish Gang, is not as smart as his father, but their family's bad temper has been inherited from the dead. I have been warned these days, and don't let the Irish Gang discover anything."

"What if they come to investigate?"

"After Locke, don't you like this the most? You have to ask, if you want to lie down, we don't have to make any changes, and we won't make people doubt us. Weakness is not a sign of our Brotherhood."

Locke cracked his big mouth, and his two neat and white teeth reminded him of the great white sharks. The big men around him couldn't stop laughing when they heard this.

The black-haired man turned around and walked into the elevator, turned around and said, "Locke, put the money into the warehouse, send it to the pharmacy, and then you all have to miss the evening classes every day." After that, looking at the bitter faces of these big men, the man smiled badly.

The elevator came to the manager's room upstairs. As soon as the door opened, an old Chinese man with white hair and hair stood by the door and smiled and nodded at the man: "Young Master, you are back."

The man also nodded: "Uncle Fu, it's so late, I said don't wait for me. Do you still treat me as a child?" "Haha, Young Master Yidao has grown up, so I don't have to worry about it anymore, but this habit can't be changed for the moment."

"How are the five of them? The master finally found all the qualified and suitable attributes. You have to worry about keeping a little nervous." "Haha, young master, don't worry, looking at them is like looking at you when you were a child, all of which are of excellent material, and you will definitely not miss them. Except for John, kid, kid, what are you doing!" In an instant, the old man appeared in the other corner of the house, carrying a blonde boy in one hand. "Uncle Fu, don't do this, I came out to greet my senior brother, oh, no, no, senior brother, don't, I dare not, ah." The black-haired man who came over at some point pointed at the boy's dantian. The boy was like a fish that was frozen, and kept dancing and was carried in by Uncle Fu.

The three of them walked in from the secret door on the wall and walked through a dim corridor to a dark room. There was an incense table on one side of the dark room, with a burning of incense burning on it, and cigarette smoke rose up. There was an antique Tao word hanging on the wall above the table table, and there was a tablet behind the incense burner on the table table. Several dignified official scripts on the tablet read: One day, Master Zhang Daoling. Four people of different skin and color sat cross-legged in the center of the room, with their hands on their knees, their upper body straight, their heads straight, their necks straight, their jaws slightly closed, and their eyes were closed. Uncle Fu quietly put the boy's body in the same position as them, quietly placed on an empty futon, and walked to the door to sit cross-legged. After the black-haired man walked to the table table table and bowed, he sat cross-legged in the futon in front of the table table table, and closed his eyes.

The whole room was silent, as if time and space were gone, only a few wisps of cigarettes were floating in the air. The black-haired man said: Yin and Yang are the way of heaven and earth, the discipline of all things, the parents of change, the fetus of life and death, and the house of gods. All things have their own constitution. The sages use their names to determine their names. Therefore, they say that name is determined by the body. The name is the beginning of heaven and earth. If there is a name, it is the mother of all things. Because of their merits and uses, it is established. Etiquette. The son is born for three months and is named after cough. It is not born. Originally, there is no name. The five elements of all things first. The form is used to create nature. Shouldn’t they first establish their names. Then they know their bodies and functions. The five actions and words are clear. Although there are many things, there are only five numbers. Therefore, they are five stars in the sky. The god is the Five Emperors. Confucius said. He heard from the Qiu Lao Dan that the heaven has five elements. Wood, metal, water, fire, and earth.

.The god is called the Five Emperors. The land is the five directions. The town is the Five Mountains. The theory of things. The five mountains are the five halls. The five senses of the face are the five halls. The sound constantly echoes in this space, as if it is generated out of thin air in the whole room. As time goes by, wisps of mysterious smoke gradually emerge from around the room, red, green, blue, yellow, white, silver, and black. Among them, the five smokes of red, green, blue, yellow, white, silver, and black are gathered in the center of the five people, chasing one by one along the direction of the Yin and Yang fish to form a circle. The smoke of each color drills into different nostrils of people, and the silver and black smokes all drill into the nostrils of the black-haired man. Looking at this strange and mysterious scene, Fu Bo couldn't help but smile with a gratitude on his wrinkled face
Chapter completed!