Song Zihao drove all the way to Longhu Mountain to the west, parked the car next to the rambling highway, took out the medicine box to help Mark and Fernan apply medicine.

Fernan's injury was much lighter than Mark. Tan Cheng should have hated Mark very much. He took the guy's thugs and was arranged to hit Mark, while Fernan was hit harder and more punches.

Take out cigarettes from Song Zihao's pocket, Fei Nan lit one, stuffed it into Mark's mouth, Mark took a breath, and couldn't help coughing twice.

Song Zihao took gauze and tape and bandaged his wound. Mark seemed to feel no pain, but just looked at the brightly lit Hong Kong Island city.

"I didn't expect the night view of Xianggang is so beautiful..." He leaned his head against the front of the taxi and lowered his eyes: "Such beautiful thing is gone all at once... It's really not worth it!"

Song Zihao put down the gauze in his hand and looked in the direction he was looking at, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Hao." Mark sat up straight with difficulty and said earnestly: "Let's start over again."

"After finishing the last vote, I left Xianggang beautifully."

Song Zihao sighed in embarrassment: "mark..."

Mark interrupted him: "We have never been afraid of birth and death before. Are we afraid of Ah Cheng this time?"

Song Zihao shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't force me, I won't do it anymore..."

Mark just stared at him, his eyes full of disappointment, unwillingness and a hint of anger.

Looking at his eyes, Song Zihao lowered his head deeply. After a moment, he looked up at him and said, "The past is over..."

"Not passed! I'm not dead yet!" Mark shouted.

Looking at his stubborn appearance, Song Zihao also felt angry: "I asked you to do it ten times! One hundred times! So what? I asked you to kill Ah Cheng! So what?"

He stood up angrily.

Mark stared at him and stood up slowly with his body in his arms.

Song Zihao looked at him and said disappointedly: "I have lost a younger brother! I don't want to lose you as a friend again!"

Mark didn't say a word, just staring at him.

Song Zihao grabbed his shoulder hard and said with great sincerity: "A mark! Can you wake up?"

"Stop talking!" Mark opened his hand: "I don't want you to pity me!"

Mark was surrounded by anger, and he limped to the side like a wounded lone wolf.

"You don't owe me anything!" Mark stood straight with his back to him: "I never force my friend to do what he doesn't want to do!"

"I have my own principles!" Mark suddenly turned around and pointed at himself and shouted: "I don't want to be trampled under my feet for the rest of my life!"

Looking at Song Zihao, Mark's eyes were full of disappointment: "Do you think I like begging with others?"

"I've been in trouble for three years, just waiting for an opportunity! I want to fight for a breath! It's not that I want to prove that I'm amazing! It's just that I want to tell others! I must take back what I have lost!"

He stared at Song Zihao, limped to him, hugged his neck, and said in anger: "What do you think you look like? What do you think you look like? When you are a bad person, you scold them. When you are a good person, you are followed even if you take two steps!"

"Have you ever fought for a chance? You don't, you don't!"

He looked into Song Zihao's eyes, trying to find out even if there was a trace of anger and reluctance, but it was not.

Mark said disappointedly: "I don't want to be like you..."

He took a step back and walked backwards.

"mark!" Song Zihao wanted to catch him, but he slapped his hands away.

Mark turned around and walked down the rampart road.

The night was as dark as ink, and soon swallowed him.

Song Zihao squatted down in pain and grabbed his hair with both hands.

Suddenly, a lit cigarette appeared in front of him: "Brother Hao, stop pulling it, you will be bald if you pull it again."

He looked up and saw Fernan's face with a bruised and swollen face.

"Don't worry, Brother Hao." Feinan sniffed to the sky and said, "I'll help Brother Mark, I won't let him have any trouble."

"Nothing!" Song Zihao scolded.

He seemed to feel that his words were a little heavy, and his tone eased a little.

"Anan, don't interfere in this matter, it has nothing to do with you." Song Zihao said with a frown.

Fernan pointed to his bruised and swollen face: "Is that okay?"

"Anan!" Song Zihao's tone was a little higher: "You can't fight them, nor can you beat them. You are a good child and you will definitely have a bright future in the future. Don't go astray because of us. There is no way to go back."

"Then let's watch Brother Mark go to die alone?"

Song Zihao didn't speak, and was silent for a moment, his eyes became firm: "I won't let Mark die alone."

He slowly stood up, as if a force broke out from his body.

"Ajie is right, it's all because of me." Song Zihao stood up straight, but his eyes were extremely sad: "Because of me, my father died, because of me, he was lame, and now because of me, Ajie was also shot, and I don't know how to live or die."

"I have tried and tried hard, but I can't come back..." Song Zihao looked at Fei Nan and said seriously: "Anan, you are different from us. You still have a chance. Do you remember what we said when we first met? You want to be a good person."

Fernan looked at him, but couldn't speak for a moment.

Looking at the night view of Hong Kong Island, Song Zihao murmured: "I owe too many people, the only thing I can repay is my life."

"Brother Hao..." Fernan stepped forward.

Smiling and shook his head, Song Zihao adjusted, and he patted Fenan on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

The car window glass was broken by Tan Cheng's thugs, and the cool sea breeze blew on Fernan's cheeks. He looked out the window without saying anything more.

Song Zihao has made up his mind that it is useless to say more.

After driving all the way to Jiulong Village, Song Zihao stopped the car.

Fernan opened the door and got out of the car.

"Anan!" Song Zihao suddenly called him.

Fei Nan turned around and saw Song Zihao walking around the car, walking to him, and taking out an envelope from his arms.

"Anan, there are 50,000 Hong Kong dollars in this. I originally wanted to pay the surgery fee to Ajie. I don't need it for the time being. You can take it!"

"Brother Hao..." Fei Nan was about to refuse, but Song Zihao interrupted him and stuffed the envelope into his hand.

"I won't go back to Uncle Jian, and I don't want to cause trouble for them anymore. Don't go. You can use this money to do some small business and live a good life. You can definitely make a name for yourself in Xianggang."

After patting his hand, Song Zihao took a last look at him, turned around, got in the car and left.

Watching him leave, Fenan's eyes were a little complicated. After a moment, he put away the envelope and walked towards his cousin's house.

It was already late at night, but the lights at my cousin's house were still on. My cousin was lying on the lounge chair, shaking his palm-leaf fan while waiting for Fei Nan to come back.

Seeing Fernan coming in with blood and a bruised nose and a swollen face, his cousin was startled and quickly got up and asked, "What's wrong? Has it been stolen?"

"No." Fei Nan shook his head and explained vaguely: "I encountered something..."

"What happened?" My cousin was also awakened by the noise and got up in shock.

"Nothing." Fernan thought for a while and explained: "A colleague's enemy came to the door and smashed people around, and we were all beaten."

"It's really not worry-free. Such a big man doesn't know how to protect himself. It's better to be beaten to death!" My cousin cursed, but his subordinates were not slow at all. He quickly washed out the towel and helped Feinan wipe the blood on his face and neck.

My cousin complained: "A Jian has been in jail, and I have long said something will happen sooner or later..."

"I'm fine, it's all minor injuries." Feinan said with a smile on his face.

Wipe the blood on her body, and her cousin asked Fenan to take off her dirty clothes and take them to wash them.

"Go to bed quickly!" Cousin scolded.

Fernan also felt sore all over and was already exhausted. He spoke to his cousin and went to bed.

Ahua slept like a dead pig and didn't hear any movement.

Fernan grinned and lay on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief.

Put the envelope under the pillow, Fernan looked at the system and told the training task that earned 10,000 yuan had been completed.

bite!

The training task has been completed, and the reward item category is random reward*1.

It's actually a random reward?

Fenan was too tired and his eyelids had already started fighting.

This reward should be received tomorrow!

It took a sleep until the next morning that Fenan woke up.

Shaking his groggy head, Fenan wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved his arm, he couldn't help but groan.

He only felt his muscles throbbing.

He sat up to the outside room with the pain. When his cousin heard the movement, he put down the newspaper and asked, "Awaken? There is porridge in the pot, go and eat some."

Fernan took off the lid of the pot and contained a bowl of porridge and a small plate containing two fried eggs and a few pieces of char siu.

My cousin has invested a lot!
To be continued...