When I came out of the Eighth Master, my face was very calm. I walked out of the office, lit a cigarette first, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

When I turned the corner, I snatched out the cigarette.

At this moment, I saw Tiger standing there smiling at me.

The weather was good today. We stood under the eaves, looked at each other, and both smiled.

"Prepare it. I have completed the visa for our plane tomorrow morning, and here I am here." Tiger smiled peacefully.

"Yeah." I nodded and told him: "This time Siro is also going with us."

"Oh." Tiger was not surprised: "That's it... no problem. I was originally going to take the others there. Since the Eighth Master decided to ask you to take Siro, I will go and go and go and go and handle the procedures."

Tiger walked over, patted my shoulder, and smiled and said, "This mission will not be difficult, but it will not be easy either. You can prepare it tonight... Don't bring too many things, you can get what you need there."

"clear."

Suddenly, Tiger smiled, he took two steps back, looked at my face, and sighed sincerely: "Xiao Wu, how long have you been here?"

"It's almost half a year."

"Well, it's almost half a year." Tiger put his hands behind his back: "I saw you half a year ago, and you were still a very impulsive young man. Now, I finally look a little calm."

I nodded, then looked into his eyes and said seriously: "You taught me a lot."

Tiger grinned and smiled.

The sun shone on us, with a warm meaning. We both looked at each other and shook hands. Tiger's tone was like a brother: "Don't worry, this time the matter will definitely succeed, I will take care of you!"

Then we turned around and left. The moment we turned around, the smile on my face suddenly disappeared... and replaced by a hint of haze!

I didn't stop, quickly walked through the repair lot and walked to the back room.

When I entered the door, I immediately closed the door with my back hand and leaned my back against it.

"What's wrong with you?" I looked up and saw Qiao Qiao standing in front of me. She seemed to have just taken a shower and changed clothes, wearing a zippered jacket, and tied her hair with a handkerchief, which felt very refreshing.

"I'm going out tomorrow." I pondered for a while and told her: "Go and do business."

A hint of gloom flashed in Qiao Qiao's eyes. But then she smiled: "Go and fight again?"

"No, there will not be too many dangers this time... I shouldn't." I dodged Qiao Qiao's eyes, then walked inside, pulled out a suitcase from under the bed, opened the wardrobe, took out a few pieces of clothes, stuffed them in one by one.

Suddenly, my movements stopped.

I had a Tang suit in my hand, black. It was a bit old, but it was washed clean!

This dress was given to me by Tiger. I still remember when he gave me this dress, he patted my shoulder and smiled...

I hesitated for a moment and stuffed this Tang suit into the suitcase.

"Where are you going?" Qiao Qiao asked behind her.

"Go back to China first... and then maybe go to Vietnam." I didn't hide it from Qiao Qiao, because I absolutely trust Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao is also very smart, and she won't tell anyone what I told her.

"Return to China?" Qiao Qiao seemed to understand the reason why I looked ugly: "You...return to China?"

I smiled, but I smiled bitterly: "Well, I just switched around in China and left immediately, and I won't stay in China for a long time."

That night, Qiao Qiao did not joke with me any more. The game of "flirting" between us seemed to have paused.

At night, I lay on the ground... In fact, I have been sleeping with a thick mattress these days. After all, it is the same thing for everyone to joke, but I really have a sleeping bed with Qiao Qiao. I still have some mental disorders.

I lay on the ground, holding my head with both hands, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The mattress under me is very soft, and it doesn't feel hard or cold at all. But I just can't sleep tonight, looking at the ceiling carefully...

In the darkness, I heard Qiao Qiao's breathing was very even... Well, maybe she was asleep.

I sighed, then sat up, carefully lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the closet, opened the bottom drawer, pulled out the entire drawer, then put it aside, and finally took out something from the mezzanine inside the drawer.

This is something wrapped in newspapers. I opened it layer by layer and there was a gun inside.

A Browning pistol had two magazines next to it. I held it in my hand, and the cold handle of the gun was touched in my hand, which felt very hard... I sighed, then picked up the gun and wiped it carefully with a scarf.

I picked up a bullet and pinched it in my hand. Then I suddenly raised my gun, pointed it at the door, and then aimed it at the window.

I made a few aiming moves, took a deep breath, and lowered the gun.

"What are you doing?"

In the darkness, Qiao Qiao's voice suddenly came. I looked up and saw Qiao Qiao standing on her upper body and looking at me.

"Nothing." I answered lightly, put the pistol back in the mezzanine and put it in the mezzanine to put it away.

I walked back to the mattress and sat down. I felt a little irritated. I couldn't help but touch the cigarette from my pocket. After touching it for a long time, I found that the cigarette box was empty.

"Can't you sleep?" Qiao Qiao's voice was very soft, and she sighed softly: "Xiao Wu, are you worried about returning to China?"

"Yeah." I nodded, in the darkness, I smiled and said slowly: "Return to China... I never thought I could go back so soon."

Then we fell into silence again.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, Qiao Qiao’s voice came from the bed: “Xiao Wu, come here.”

"Um?"

"Come here." Qiao Qiao's voice was very calm.

In the darkness, I slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. Qiao Qiao moved gently into it and gave up a free space. I lay down. Then I felt Qiao Qiao's hand gently hugging me.

Her body was very soft, and she had a sweet smell into my nose...

I hugged her with my backhand...

This is a very strange hug. There seems to be no trace of lust in our hug. I just feel that at this moment, my heart is comforted by a hint of warmth...

Qiao Qiao's voice sighed in my ear, and her voice was very gentle: "Okay, go to bed... Everything will be fine."

I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and hugged Jojo tightly... My fingers gently stroked her back and shoulder blades, and that place was very thin.

It seemed that the first time, I suddenly realized in my heart: Qiao Qiao is a woman.

A very gentle, very woman...a woman.

Finally, my heart calmed down, and then I went to sleep...

When I left in the morning, Qiao Qiao did not get up. I knew that she probably didn't sleep all night because I felt her hands gently patting me on the ground, just like when I was young, my mother coaxed me to sleep... This seemingly alternative and flying woman used a rare touch of tenderness to comfort me.

Just as I put on my clothes, picked up my suitcase and was about to go out, Qiao Qiao lay on the bed and said slowly:

"Come back alive."

Siro was very nervous. I could tell this.

His expression was very serious...even a little too serious. When I walked over, I felt his body stretched straight.

I smiled and patted his cheek gently: "Handsome guy, relax! We are not going to fight, just treat it as a trip."

Siro smiled at me, and I could feel that his smile was barely squeezed out.

I understand that this is his first time going out to do business... and it is also his first time to do business for Eighth Master.

It was like the first time I made a "fake letter", I could understand his mood at this moment.

Tiger was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and a suitcase in his hand. From the outside, he looked very much like the boss of the three of us. From the perspective of status, he was indeed the leader of our trip.

A brother drove us to the airport and waved goodbye to us. Before leaving, he looked at me and faced me with a very respectful look and tone: "Little Fifth Brother, brothers, wait for good news for you to come back!"

Little fifth brother...

I laughed, a little complicated.

I heard this title again. I felt a little moved.

Just like I was in China back then, although I was not old, my brothers around me would respectfully call me "Little Fifth Brother"

The word "Brother" is no longer just a trace of age. It is more of a complex and mixed standard of strength, status, etc. I know that I have done a series of things before, from doing things for the organization, to taking Shahu's challenge publicly and killing him on the ring, these actions have won respect for me among my brothers.

Even Siro, although he is two or three years older than me, even from all aspects, he looks more like my younger brother.

Maybe, I've experienced too much.

As the plane took off, I sat in my seat, chewing gum, and Siro was sitting beside me. He had gradually escaped from his nervousness, but was a little excited and excited. He was looking at the beautiful flight attendants coming and going with a smile.

And I closed my eyes, and I could never get rid of a sound in my mind.

This voice is from Eighth Master!

In my mind, the last sentence Eighth Master said to me repeatedly:
Chapter completed!