Chapter 195

Looking at the ground.

For a long time.

He raised his head and took out his mobile phone.

Dialed a number.

"How is it?" he said.

"I was just worried you wouldn't call!" the other party said, "Come over to pick up the goods! Everything is ready! But you'll have to add another five thousand! After all, I advanced the time by a whole day!"

"Okay," he said, "I'm coming over right now."

"OK—when you arrive, knock three long and two short, understand?"

"Okay." He put down his mobile phone.

135. (6/6) The recipient suffers without end, stretching on indefinitely.

Seven thirty in the evening.

A knock sounded at the door of the room where Luo Liang lived.

Three long, two short.

He knew who it was.

Opening the door, it was that man.

"Come," he said, walking inside.

On the table lay a pile of small plastic bags.

"If you don't believe it, there's a scale over there; you can weigh it yourself slowly." After Luo Liang finished speaking, he sat on the small sofa nearby and lit a cigarette.

He took another one from the cigarette pack and gestured toward that person.

"I don't smoke." After that person finished speaking, he sat on the table, raised his hand, and picked up a plastic bag.

"How is it? The goods are good, right? I'm very professional." Luo Liang blew out a puff of smoke and smiled.

"Pay up. As agreed—thirty thousand is thirty thousand." Luo Liang looked at that person.

That person nodded.

Placed the small plastic bag he had picked up on the table.

But he showed no intention of taking out money.

"Hey? Where's the money?" Luo Liang looked at that person.

Luo Lifeng sat on the sofa.

Smoking.

He had been sitting like this for nearly the whole afternoon.

The incident that happened today.

Left him trembling with fear.

He realized this place was no longer safe.

This place could no longer be lived in.

This entire city could no longer be lived in.

That was the sin he had once committed.

But, for a person to live a better life for themselves, and to let their descendants live a better life, whatever they do is understandable.

Moreover.

He now indeed harbors a heart of repentance.

Leaving this city.

Is the only thorough path right now.

That person left.

But there's no guarantee others won't come to the door.

Although he still cannot figure out exactly whom he offended in the past.

Logically, people like him and buyers belong to an employer-employee relationship.

Although he kills people, even if there is revenge, it should be sought against the mastermind behind the scenes.

He is merely a tool without emotions.

So he truly cannot figure out how the other party would send such a plague to come to his door.

And this plague is also somewhat strange.

In the end, he actually just left like that.

Originally, he had already decided that as long as the other party did not strike, he would be willing to pay even more money.

After all, over these years, he had indeed saved quite a bit of money.

Luo Lifeng extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

He had already made a decision.

In these few days, he would determine the next place to stay.

At that time, he would directly take his son, and the two of them, father and son, would go to a place no one knows.

Let everything start anew.

Just treat this as an opportunity.

Perhaps because he began to believe in religion, so God bestowed grace?

Perhaps.

After all, not everyone in a lifetime gets the chance to be reborn.

In that case, it is not bad.

Just then.

His phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was his son, Luo Liang.

He answered.

Then.

Luo Lifeng heard the most terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.

From the other end of the phone came his son Luo Liang's violent panting!

And the muffled sounds of a mouth stuffed with something!

Luo Lifeng's face instantly turned pale, and he began to roar into the phone.

He roared for a long time, but besides still hearing only his son's panting and muffled cries, there was no other sound.

The phone was hung up.

Luo Lifeng heard a buzzing sound.

He felt as if he had been electrocuted from head to toe.

His fingers began to tremble.

He rushed to the bedroom, reached under the bed, and took out a long gun.

It was the micro-sniper rifle he had used when he was an assassin.

Two and a half years ago, he had used this micro-sniper to shoot and kill that female police officer at the Donghai Grand Hotel.

He then stuffed a knife into his calf.

Then he went straight down to the underground garage.

He threw the gun onto the passenger seat.

Luo Lifeng, the whole person, was like a lion brewing with furious rage.

His face had changed from the previous pale to a current iron-green.

He floored the accelerator.

The car roared out.

Heading toward the city center.

He was going to the house his son had rented.

He could not determine whether his son had been kidnapped or what.