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He came in a rage, clearly wanting to kill this brat who had spoiled his good deed on the spot.

Chen Canaan took to his heels and retreated, not forgetting to call out, "Yong brother Yong brother, we have a misunderstanding, have a good conversation, there is no need to shout and kill it?"

Yet his deadpan gestures of goodwill were useless to a cold-blooded, heartless killer.

In the process of escaping, he caught a glimpse of the blackened military spikes in the other party's hands, and was more or less terrified. If he was stabbed by this thing, he would have to lose half of his life if he didn't die.

It was a good thing that after Jovian's reminder, he was prepared.

Leaping to the weapon rack, Chen Canaan casually picked a sample long stick, glanced at the incense that was dazzlingly burning not far away, and remembered Qiao Wen's words for him to stall for enough time.

The doors in and out of this courtyard had been locked, trying to escape was definitely not an option. Fortunately, although the courtyard is not big, there are two crooked-necked banyan trees and a small flower bed inside, although he can't hide, it's still enough for him to maneuver around for a while.

So, he transformed into a dexterous monkey and scurried around in circles through the flower beds and banyan trees, not letting Ruan Dung get close to him.

For a while, the whole yard was like a chicken and dog.

Zhao Shanhai, who was drinking tea outside, listened to the commotion inside and asked Uncle Cao beside him, "How's it going?"

Uncle Cao looked in through the doorway and smiled back, "This servant boy is quite smart, but I guess it won't last long, it'll only annoy Ruan Yong, and he'll have even less luck."

"That depends on how big this kid's life is." Zhao Shanhai smiled disinterestedly, clearly not caring about the life or death of the person inside.

Although Chen Canaan was his and Hing Society's man, the bad thing's little pony boy, dead is dead.

Chen Canaan's tricks didn't last long.

Because Ruan Yong was quickly enraged by his monkey-like dodging, when he leapt to the opposite side of the flower bed to separate from him again, he let out an explosive roar, pulled up and jumped, his feet lent his strength to point on the edge of the flower bed, and flew to leap directly over the top, pouncing towards Chen Canaan.

Chen Canaan knew that he couldn't avoid it this time, his afterglow glimpsed that only a small half of the burning incense was left, and he met the blow head on, jumping upwards when the military thrust was coming towards his neck, allowing the thrust to cut through his neck and stab his chest.

However, the incredibly sharp military spikes failed to pierce into his body, and instead, as if they had hit something hard, they bared off and slipped.

While Ruan Yong was stunned, Chen Canaan hurriedly took two steps back, covered his chest and grimaced, "This armor of my uncle seems to be okay."

But the heart can not help but have some fear, this bastard is really running to his life, if not Qiao Wen expected in advance, he wisely tied on the armor to defend himself, I'm afraid that just now that the military spikes, has pierced his little heart.

He is also a young man of blood and vigor, now being pressed step by step, suffocating like a tortoise grandson, simply can't help but show his own kung fu, let the other side see how powerful he is, but remembered the words of Qiao Wen, can never expose the real skills in this way.

Seeing that Ruan Yong has not been too refreshed, he clenched his teeth and threw away the long stick in his hand, flew forward and wrapped him around his arms and legs, but also particularly shamelessly, with two rows of large white teeth, ruthlessly gnawed hard on the other party's face, gnawing out a mouthful of blood.

Ruan Yong was he just slipped a few big circles, already cranky, at this moment was he used this kind of rogue Fan entangled, is more angry, but this shrewd monkey fists and feet kung fu in general, but the strength is very big, coupled with the long hands and feet, but also all of a sudden will be trapped, the hands of the military spikes are of no use.

Whether on the battlefield or as a killer, Ruan Yong has never been a hand up, where has he encountered such a situation, the original rational cold blood, was stirred up and messed up, only to feel that a mess of fire king in the heart of the fire king upward, his eyes glanced at the increasingly short incense, but also manic.

So, he finally was Chen Canaan to bring bias, the original fist and feet kung fu and killing strokes all throw back to the head, and the other party hugged together, rolled on the ground, pulling the hair on the teeth to beat a pass.

Ruan Yong is really messed up, Chen Canaan is fake messed up, see this bastard was successfully brought off by himself, hurriedly looking for an opportunity, knocked down the military spikes in his hand, kicked him far away, and continued to wrap his hands and feet around him to roll in the same place.

Disposing of his opponent's lethal weapon put him at ease a great deal, and he began to fully utilize his King's Fist.

Nguyen Dung was completely frantic and forgot to look for the military thrusts, and when he got a slight opening he swung his fists and struck hard.

Chen Canaan's Wang Bajian certainly can not beat Ruan Yong battlefield real practice out of the fist and feet, a few rounds later, soon lost the wind, handsome facade was hit by two consecutive punches, blood immediately paste a face, simply miserable to see.

Gradually gaining the upper hand, Nguyen Dung fought harder and harder, and after breaking away from his opponent's hands and feet, he finally came back to his senses, kicked him away, and ran to pick up the military thrusts.

Chen Canaan, who fell to the ground, saw that only a small bit of incense was left on the incense burner, and saw that it was about to be extinguished, so he retreated backward on his hands and feet, while shouting at Ruan Dung, who was walking step by step towards him with a military thrust in his hand, "The incense has burned out, don't come over! Don't come over! Master Panther, help!"

Ruan Yong was unmoved by his cries for help, only that when he clutched the other man's neck and the military thrust raised in the air was about to be plunged into the top of his head, a rough hand clasped his wrist just in time.

It's Zhao Shanhai's disciple.

Zhao Shanhai, who was on the side, said nonchalantly, "Ah Yong, people in the jianghu have to talk about rules, after the incense is burned, no matter what the result is, this matter will be over."

Nguyen Dung sank into a dark face and reluctantly lowered his hand.

Top of a face of blood Chen Canaan, see their own crisis is lifted, unloading the general heavy fall to the ground, eyes closed, "scared" fainted.

Zhao Shanhai frowned at the bloodied ponyboy and pulled the corner of his mouth in disbelief, "Brat, count your life!" And loudly ordered outside, "Hurry up and carry the person to the clinic."

When Chen Canaan opened his eyes again, he was already on a stretcher, and he spoke to someone as if he were out of breath, "Brother, send me to Uncle Hua's clinic."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again, and even cooperated with a tilt of the head, once again "fainted".

"Ah Wen, my brother was injured, at Uncle Hua's place, he was beaten to the point that his face was covered in blood and his nose and eyes were blinded." Qiao Wen, who was reading the newspaper at home to understand the times while waiting for news from Chen Canaan, just saw a piece of stock market news, and the hidden door of his home was slammed open.

It was Howie who ran in howling.

Jovian's heart shook as he put down the paper and asked, "How's he doing?"

Howie shook his head with red eyes, "I don't know exactly how, he didn't even have the strength to speak, he barely managed to get out a few words, and was asking me to come find you."

Qiaowen nodded in realization, "Okay, I'm on my way."

Howie didn't forget to care about him, "Mann, how's your health?"

Qiao Wen said, "It's already much better today, don't worry." After thinking about it, he added, "Don't tell Uncle Chen about Nan's injury."

Chen Canaan's father was a soldier when he was young, but he was injured during the war and crippled his leg. After coming to Hong Kong City, he worked on a fishing boat, and he lived on the boat on weekdays and seldom went home.

He was a rigid and upright man, and it was not easy for him to go home and rest for a few days, so naturally he could not let him worry about his son.

Qiao Wen followed Howie to Uncle Hua's clinic, at this time there was no one else in the clinic except Uncle Hua and Chen Canaan who was lying on the hospital bed. The hospital bed was the same one that Qiao Wen was lying on yesterday.

"Nan, how are you?" Qiao Wen asked as he walked up.

Chen Canaan sat up from the bed and waved his hand at his cousin, "Howie, it's fine to have just Xiao Qiao here, you go out and do your thing."

Howie always take his words as holy orders, although look at his face eyes are not eyes, nose is not nose, the standard face, the heart is very worried, but still obedient step three back to go.

To be honest, as Qiao Wen looked at the bloodstained man on the bed, he really didn't dare to be sure, just how injured he was. He couldn't help but touch his body up and down, trying to check if there were any fatal injuries.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Chen Canaan brushed away his hand, a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes, although swollen into two slender mouse eyes, but it did not prevent him from bursting out of the two slits with excitement, because he was pulling the wound when he spoke, he inhaled backwards while saying, "Xiao Qiao, I'm telling you, it's all called you guessed it. When that Vietnamese boy came to the door, Master Panther lit half a pillar of incense and let that me and him settle it by ourselves. I remembered your words, not to expose their hands, and protect their own vitals, finally had a scare and dragged enough time."

Qiaowen frowned and looked him up and down as he asked, "You're covered in blood, are you seriously injured or not?"

Chen Canaan shook his head, touched his face, grimaced in pain, and pulled out a piece of armor from his chest, "Don't worry, I'm really fine, I wear this, basically a nosebleed, look serious, but in fact, they are all traumatic injuries. You did not say that you have to suffer some injuries it, I will deliberately do a little more realistic, the leopard master they all thought I was seriously injured. In fact, this injury will be fine after two days of recuperation."

Seeing the gauntlet in his hand, Qiao Wen was slightly relieved and really a bit teary-eyed as he nodded, "Then stay at home and don't go out for the next two days, so that Master Panther and the others will think that you're lucky to have picked up a life and come back, and that you were really seriously injured,"

Chen Canaan smiled and said, "This time, thanks to you anticipating it in advance and letting me be prepared for anything, that son of a bitch is really running for my life. Xiao Qiao, I didn't know before that you are so smart."

Qiao Wen said, "What kind of cleverness is this, what kind of acting style does Master Panther have, just think more and you can guess."

Chen Canaan said, "Then I didn't expect it."

"You're a stupid boy."

Chen Canaan didn't get angry, instead he heatedly giggled, "You've been good at schoolwork since you were little, so you must be smarter than me."

Because of the many eyes and ears of the Wo Hing Society, Chen Canaan lay in Uncle Wah's medical center until dark before going home. In order to look realistically injured, or let Howie carry back, seventeen-year-old teenager, carrying a big man, tired of puffing and puffing.

Afraid of the old man worried, he did not go home, directly in the downstairs Qiao Wen's home Rai down. Granny Qiao has seen him injured, know that he is not seriously hurt, so did not ask more, only boiled a pot of soup, two children each a bowl.

The old man went to bed early, and just after nine o'clock, Granny went back to the inner room to rest, leaving the two brothers, who had eaten a belly full of soup, sitting outside on the small sofa.

There was electricity tonight, and Jovan continued to read the newspaper he hadn't finished during the day by the dim light.

Chen Canaan although from head to toe a body injury, look nothing like a person, but still is not sitting too much, the body of the disabled rock to and fro, a moment to stretch his neck to Qiaowen newspaper in front of the get together, also do not look seriously, is to make a mess.

Qiao Wen had to put down the newspaper to pick him up, "Nan, you're injured, why don't you go to bed earlier?"

Chen Canaan: "I'm not a granny, how can I sleep this early?"

Jovian said, "So what do you want."

Chen Canaan stretched his two legs, which were covered in red and swollen scars, onto Qiao Wen's lap in a big way: ''Xiao Qiao, are you looking for a job?

Jovian said, "I've been out of school for two months, so I'm definitely looking for something to do."

Chen Canaan said, "I have told you, those companies and foreign companies, foreigners do not look down on us Chinese, to go is to be squeezed. Your body is like this, how can you withstand the torture."

Originally, Qiao Wen also intended to first find a job to get by, but looked at the market, his status of the fifth form, to find an office clerical work is indeed not difficult, but the top of a month is only a thousand dollars, even rent a decent apartment is not enough. So quickly dispelled the idea of looking for a job, now the Hong Kong City economy is taking off, real estate stock market everywhere is gold, the next decade, the city created countless myths of riches, the legend of the big man who started from nothing, also abound, the original book Lin Zihui and Chen Canaan are one of them.

Since he had the upper hand, he must not miss the opportunity.

He laughed and said, "Granny is getting old, and I am already eighteen, so how can I not make money? Can't it be that when Granny is old, she will still have to sell dry goods to support me?"

Chen Canaan lifted those thick black eyes and said, "I'll raise you."

Jovian said, "You're poor yourself and you're supporting me?"

Chen Canaan said, " Don't kid yourself, I will always make money."

Qiao Wen wanted to laugh, but after a quick thought, it was indeed appropriate to use this word on him. The original Chen Canaan, after Qiao Wen's death, was only four or five years old, and had already become an all-powerful bigwig in Hong Kong - although he had been mighty for less than two or three years before he was randomly shot to death.

"Okay, let's just go to bed early, you're not sleepy, I am."

Chen Canaan heatedly climbed onto the bed after him, and because the movement was too heavy, he touched the wounds on his body and grimaced in pain as he sucked in cold air.

Qiaowen gave him most of the bed, "Be honest, it's all skin wounds, but it's enough for you to suffer."

Chen Canaan laughed lightly without thinking, and carefully lay back down, "Xiao Qiao, today it's really thanks to you, or else this thing definitely won't be finished."

"It's good that it's over, remember, no matter what happens in the future, don't promise people to do such hurtful things."

"Hey, I know, I'm not anxious to see you lying in the hospital bed with just one breath left?" Said closed his eyes, and muttered two sentences I do not know what, not long after the sound of heavy breathing, actually fell asleep.

Qiaowen admired him for this open-minded and broad-minded character.

He listened silently to the breathing in his ears, and was suddenly amazed at the realization that he had obviously only been in this world for a day, yet he was so accustomed to both the surroundings and the young man beside him that it was as if he had known him for years.