"Madam...I..."

The wind on the rooftop blew, and Crow woke up. He hesitated for a long time, and then asked cautiously: "Did I do something wrong?"

The woman holding an umbrella silently looked at the trees, buildings, and birds in the old city. She shook her head and said, "You did nothing wrong."

Since the rules of the Chengshin Association have been established, they should naturally be followed.

Those who cross the boundary will be punished for crossing the boundary.

But...not everything has to be considered right or wrong.

Big men value pros and cons more than right and wrong.

Sometimes, it's okay to do something wrong, as long as everyone makes a profit.

"Since you have done nothing wrong, then there is nothing to hide!" Crow puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Since Madam, you have handed over Beitang to me, I will not take a step back. The rules are set by everyone together, and I will follow them."

Act according to the rules, there is no reason to back down!"

"You are good at fighting, I know." Madam spoke earnestly, speaking slowly but forcefully, "But force cannot solve all problems... Now that the matter has passed, please remember what I just told you,

I will take care of the rest of this matter for you."

The crow was startled.

Madam's words made the hot blood in his heart gradually cool down.

Song Ci slowly lowered his head.

In fact, he understood what his wife meant. The person who makes the rules is often not the most capable person.

But in Song Ci's world, fists are principles and strength is rules... So after he entered the Chengxin Society, he quickly made a name for himself.

A ruthless person, but he is a life-threatening person and a common man.

The common man became angry and blood spattered five steps forward.

This is a rule that a fool with a strong fist only realized after being bruised and bruised, so he accepted it as a guideline and never wavered.

He didn't care what Chen San wanted to do, he would just risk it if the worst happened.

He was serious about what he said when we met on the river beach.

"Parrot Collection."

The woman spoke again, and she softly read a name that only she could pronounce.

Madam never called Song Ci "Crow".

When she brought the orphan back to the old city, everyone called him Crow, and everyone thought he was an ominous person... But she didn't think so. This child was covered in dirt but had a unique innocence in his eyes.

In the light of the day, he used a nonchalant attitude to fight against rumors, abuse and scorn. Although it was embarrassing, it was useful.

Only she could see that this little guy was pitiful despite his fierceness, like a porcupine trying its best to show its barbs, and all its arrogance was just a disguise.

Everyone calls him Crow, but they don't know that under the black feathers of the Crow, there is a pure white heart.

Since that day, the database in the deep sea has undergone subtle changes. In the archives of the old city of Dadu, a miserable young man named Song Ci is missing. The lady has an innocent "Song Ying Ji" under her hands. This one is called Song Ying.

The gathered young men were fierce and tough, aggressive and had extremely hard fists. They came to the underground of Dadu out of thin air, defeated all their opponents along the way, and conquered the entire Chengxinhui Beitang.

In the eyes of the extraordinary people underground in Dadu, Song Yingji was a more terrifying existence than Zhao Xilai.

The big man is so high up that he can't even spit on himself.

But Song Yingji was different, his fist would actually land on his face.

Then, a coincidental thing happened. I don’t know from which day, someone underground began to call him "Crow". Destiny likes to make such unfunny jokes occasionally. Song Ci never expected that his life trajectory would suddenly change.

After the transformation, I went round and round and changed my name, but I still couldn't get rid of the ominous crow title.

In the old city, the slovenly and trashy young man who killed his parents was named Song Ci and his nickname was Crow.

The super ruthless man who sincerely conquered the whole Beitang with one hand and made everyone frightened after hearing the news. His name is Song Yingji, and his nickname is Crow.

Everyone calls him Crow.

Only the wife is different, she calls him Song Yingji.

"Although Zhao Qi and I are not actually husband and wife, he is my husband in name after all." The lady sighed softly and said: "Now he is only the only son in the Zhao family.

No matter how hard you try, you can't make waves. So...if he does something stupid in the future, I hope you won't make an impulsive decision."

This is to warn myself to try to avoid conflicts with Zhao Qi.

"I listen to you..."

The crow smiled silently and spoke with difficulty.

After listening to the lady's short words, he expended a lot of energy, so this idle man who was originally lying lazily on a wicker chair and basking in the sun now looked like a weak and exhausted patient.

He made a promise: "I will hide for a while during this period. Whether it is Chen San's people or Zhao Qi's people...if they trouble me, I will run away from them."

He is best at running away.

The lady silently held an umbrella and stood with him for more than ten minutes. Neither of them spoke for more than ten minutes. The wind blew loudly on the dilapidated rooftop, and a thick cloud covered the sun.

"Really... I promise, I won't cause trouble." Song Ci rubbed his face vigorously and carefully sorted out his emotions. At least he made sure there was no trace of depression on his face, and he forced out a smile.

"I'm going somewhere."

The lady glanced at him and said, "We need a driver, do you want to come?"

"...Me? Of course!" Song Ci was stunned, a little flattered, and quickly agreed.

The lady added: "The prerequisite is to change these clothes."

Song Ci lowered his head in embarrassment and took a look at his clothes. It must be because he ran away just now. One button of his flowered shirt was missing and it was half open and could not be closed. His flip-flops were muddy and dried by the wind.

My feet felt stiff when I landed on the ground.

My outfit is really shabby.

He scratched his head, raised his legs high, put his soles on slippers, and pressed hard against the railing of the rooftop, trying to scratch away the dried mud.

"When I came, I prepared a formal suit for you. Just go downstairs." This scene made the lady frown.

…

…

Half an hour later, a dark Phantom drove on the road.

Song Yingji, who had changed his attire again, sat in the driver's seat and drove quietly and silently. The speed of the car was not fast, but it was driven very steadily.

It is no exaggeration to describe him as having changed his appearance.

The short cut and black suit have a sharp blade-like texture. Especially when he is not talking, his face is filled with a chilling look. This temperament is much better than those of the bodyguards chasing in the alleys during the day... This is

The difference between lions and pet cats.

Song Yingji glanced at the navigation, Lipu Street.

He spoke in a very soft voice and asked: "Lipu Street, we'll be there in about forty minutes... Madam, are you going to meet friends and have afternoon tea?"

"Go see a psychiatrist."

The lady sitting in the back seat hugged her shoulders and leaned against the window to take a nap. She spoke slowly, her voice revealing a hint of tiredness: "Recently... I have been having trouble sleeping."

Song Yingji was startled.

"Can't sleep?" He was a little alert and said, "Are you sure that a psychiatrist on Lipu Street would be useful for this kind of problem?"

"I have no intention of interfering with your decision-making," Song Yingji said solemnly: "It's just that your time is so precious... If the other party is just an ordinary person, there is no need to try."

Insomnia is quite common.

Ordinary psychic supernatural beings have the ability to hypnotize, and logically speaking, they can all solve this problem. Leaving aside the disciples of the Zhao family, there are also many spiritual supernatural beings in the Chengxin Society. He Song Yingji reached in and inserted one.

With just one hand, you can pick out seven or eight.

"This is recommended by Cui Zhongcheng." Madam rubbed her eyebrows and said worriedly: "I have looked for several spiritual systems before, and even the extraordinary people on the tenth level of the deep sea did not notice my problem. My sleeping time is getting longer and longer every day.

The less I have, the bigger the legal turmoil becomes. I must cheer up and must not let my guard down at this juncture."

After hearing Cui Zhongcheng's name, Song Yingji, who originally wanted to say something, suddenly shut up.

Looking at most people, there are not many people who can convince him, but this Mr. Cui is one of them.

"I haven't noticed any problems in the tenth floor of the deep sea... Could it be that a small Lipu Street hides an extraordinary being who is more powerful than the spiritual system in the tenth floor?" Song Yingji found it a bit unbelievable.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Madam held her forehead, rubbed her slender jade fingers slowly, and said in a dull voice: "If it weren't for Cui Zhongcheng... I wouldn't believe it... It is said that he is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"

"A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old? The protagonist of the novel is not that powerful, right?"

Song Yingji couldn't help but laugh, "Could Mr. Xiao Cui have made a mistake?"

Coincidentally, after hearing this sentence, an image popped up in Song Yingji's mind...

Seventeen or eighteen years old... teenager...

Gu Shen.
To be continued...