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A gray sedan sped from afar, drifting to a halt in front of the warehouse with a screech of tires.

The car door was flung open, and a burly man, as stout as a bear, stepped out.

He glared, lifting his head, revealing a menacing aura.

It was Ma Donghe, who had been hiding in the countryside for several days.

"Bro, how about we call the boys over before going in?"

Huang Mao, sitting in the driver's seat, quickly got out after turning off the engine, attempting to dissuade him.

Ma Donghe snorted coldly, shaking his head decisively:

"I said, I'm going to give Wu Shih Hao a heavy blow!

What's the point of calling the boys over?"

As he spoke, he opened his jacket, revealing two circles of explosive packs strapped around his waist, and he held two grenades in his hand.

He had spent a great deal of effort to get his hands on these things.

Originally, he wanted to wait a few more days, seize an opportunity when Wu Shih Hao was alone, or sneak into the enemy's lair to capture the leader first, taking down that bastard first and then dealing with the rest.

But after hearing something this morning, he immediately changed his mind.

Ahu, who worked for the East City Gang, called him.

He said that Fang Cheng had come to the West Mountain Shooting Range alone last night to practice his marksmanship, and had also specifically purchased ammunition and combat uniforms.

However, Fang Cheng was evasive and politely declined.

Afterwards, Ma Donghe specifically ran to Fang Cheng's house to look for him, but couldn't find him.

Fortunately, he learned the truth from his neighbor, Wen Huiyi.

Then, he inquired everywhere in the underworld and finally learned of Wu Shih Hao's hideout.

Ma Donghe guessed that Fang Cheng must be hiding around the pier warehouse, observing secretly, waiting for an opportunity.

So, after gathering all his equipment, he hurried over.

Ma Donghe's plan was to draw the firepower himself, thereby creating an opportunity for Fang Cheng to rescue the people.

Since he was the cause of this incident, how could he continue to hide in the countryside, acting like a coward.

At this moment, the cold wind howled, piercing to the bone, and icy rain fell on his face.

Looking at the brightly lit warehouse door in front of him, he immediately opened his clothes and strode inside, with the air of a hero facing death.

Seeing this, Huang Mao gritted his teeth, then took out a handgun and ran in after him.

"All you Red Tiger Gang bastards get out here, tonight I'll see who can kill your grandpa?!"

Ma Donghe roared, his eyes wide with anger.

However, after walking into the warehouse entrance, he didn't see those ferocious gang members, nor did he see the arrogant Wu Shih Hao.

Instead, he saw a guy in black combat uniform directing two men, who looked like bodyguards, to clean the floor, and lighting a fire with cardboard boxes and wood at the entrance to keep warm.

Behind him, there was also a group of girls with timid expressions, chattering.

"Donghe, you're here."

The person in the black combat uniform turned his head and glanced at him, casually greeting him.

"You… what are you doing?

Are you attending a Boy Scout training camp?"

Ma Donghe couldn't help but freeze in place, asking blankly.

Fang Cheng wiped the blood stains on his combat uniform with a rag, and said calmly:

"I just have a task for you, take care of these children and wait for the police to handle the scene."

"Ah?"

Ma Donghe opened his mouth even wider, and after regaining his senses, he hurriedly asked repeatedly:

"Have you already finished the battle?

Where are the people from the Red Tiger Gang?

Where's Wu Shih Hao?"

"If you're curious, you can go upstairs and take a look."

Fang Cheng didn't explain, only giving him a vague answer.

A few minutes later.

Ma Donghe ran down from upstairs, his face pale.

Then, he composed himself and looked at Huang Mao, who had followed him in:

"Yingjun, hurry, before the police arrive, pick up a few submachine guns with me and take them back."

"They're all valuable things, we lost so much this time, we have to make up for it!"

… … … … … … … … … … … …

The red and blue lights flickered constantly in the city's night sky.

The sound of a police siren cut through the cold darkness, faintly drifting into the ears.

Fang Cheng stood on the top of the building, looking towards the harbor.

At this moment, he had already changed into a jacket and sweatpants, transforming back into an ordinary office worker.

It was as if the experience of storming the enemy's den and fighting in blood was just watching a movie on this cold winter night.

"Brother Fang Cheng, look, it's snowing!"

Wen Xin suddenly shouted, pointing her finger at the night sky, her tone unusually excited.

Fang Cheng regained his vision and looked up.

Sure enough.

White snowflakes danced like elves in the air, falling down one after another.

Falling between the tall buildings, they sparkled even more after being illuminated by the neon lights.

It was as if thousands of lights were instantly lit up, adding a touch of warmth and fantasy to this cold city.

"I used to be really afraid of snowy days, I could only hide in the house alone, waiting for the sun to come out soon."

Wen Xin's cheeks were flushed, she looked up at the night sky where the snowflakes were falling, and murmured:

"But now, I have my mother, Brother Fang Cheng, and Sister Zhou and the others, it seems like I'm not afraid anymore…"

Fang Cheng smiled slightly when he heard this, and touched her head.

Speaking of which, the two of them were really destined.

The first time he took action on the street to teach a troublemaker a lesson was to help the weak and helpless her at the time.

Now, in order to save this girl, he even made the amazing move of personally destroying a gang of hundreds of people.

However.

Fang Cheng had no regrets, nor did he feel frightened or uneasy because of the blood on his hands.

Instead, his heart was filled with comfort, and he felt a thorough sense of relaxation in a certain sense.

Because from the girl, Fang Cheng could see the true value of his daily persistence in exercising and practicing fighting skills.

That is, in this world, there are people who need him, and he also has the ability to protect the people he wants to protect…

Thinking of the special title the girl had used for him in the warehouse before, a thought arose spontaneously in his mind, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and then said solemnly:

"Wen Xin, from now on, you can call me brother."

Wen Xin was stunned for a while when she heard this, but then she seemed a little impatient and immediately called out:

"Brother!"

The voice was like a string of crisp silver bells ringing through the high-rise building, revealing incomparable joy.

In the darkness, those amber eyes flickered even more, as if they had become the brightest stars in the night sky.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, melting faintly on her hair and shoulders.

Fang Cheng picked up the heavy bag, took her little hand, and said softly:

"Let's go home."

… … … … … … … … … … … …

In the city shrouded in snowy night.

In a high-rise apartment somewhere, the decoration was exquisite and the heating was sufficient.

Lin Chuqiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, gazing at the distant, brightly lit scene.

A thin suspender nightgown wrapped around her graceful body, her fragrant shoulders were slender, but her curves were extremely proud.

Her willow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and suddenly she had a feeling of inspiration.

She felt the man who had a spiritual connection with her in the prophetic divination.

It seemed that he had just experienced an important event and completed some kind of transformation.

It's like… a lion was released from its cage, and finally revealed its lurking claws.