I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

Shen Feng stood in front of the mirror in the dim room, his face looked particularly stern in the shadows.

What happened ten years ago kept coming to his mind.

He remembered every blow that day.

Suddenly, Shen Feng in the mirror spoke: "Today is Christmas Eve, do you still want to continue killing people?"

Shen Feng frowned and whispered: "This is a plan, and it cannot be changed."

The image in the mirror laughed strangely: "Plan? But today is not suitable for killing people."

Shen Feng's expression became disdainful: "Why not?"

He in the mirror pressed on step by step: "This night should have been beautiful."

"Beautiful?" Shen Feng sneered and asked back: "I don't know what beauty is a long time ago."

Shen Feng in the mirror asked back: "If your family is still there, do they want you to kill people tonight?"

"Shut up," Shen Feng whispered: "Have you forgotten hatred?"

Shen Feng in the mirror shook his head: "Revenge cannot solve the problem."

Shen Feng sneered: "But, it can make me happy."

He immediately grabbed the chair next to him and smashed it towards the mirror.

With a "crash", the mirror shattered instantly, and countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

Each piece seemed to still reflect his distorted face.

He was panting, and in the broken reflections on the ground, his figure seemed even more lonely and resolute.

No one could stop his road to revenge.

No one could.

…

In Xingyao Square, the huge Christmas tree was flashing colorful lights.

Light snowflakes were falling one after another, like pure white butterflies dancing.

Street performers played melodious Christmas songs, and the notes and snowflakes filled the air together.

Everything covered the square with a warm and romantic veil.

In the mall, Jingle Bells music was playing everywhere.

"It's quite lively." Zuo Nan, wearing a valuable suit and a coat, gently stepped on the thin layer of snow on the ground.

"Brother Nan, it's rare that you have time today, we have to go shopping in a while."

A beautiful girl took Zuo Nan's arm, smiling like a flower.

"Well, I haven't been so relaxed for a long time." Zuo Nan looked at the black-clad bodyguard behind him and said, "Pay more attention to safety later."

"Yes."

Zuo Nan looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky in the Christmas lights and walked slowly and leisurely.

Thinking back to ten years ago, he was still an unknown low-level character in the league.

But he was unwilling to be mediocre, and even more unwilling to be a small role all his life.

So, he seized that opportunity.

He used his connections to find the big boy who tried to petition.

Although Zuo Nan at that time was somewhat reluctant.

But compared to a bright future, what is a life to him?

It was precisely because of his decisiveness in this matter that he was appreciated by "Mr. Wolf".

Zuo Nan felt that it was his most correct choice.

Over the years, due to the establishment of a financial company and the responsibility of helping "Mr. Wolf" to launder money, Zuo Nan's status in the league has been increasing day by day.

Although he didn't know who the mysterious "Mr. Wolf" was.

But Zuo Nan understood that it was better not to know these things.

The more you know, the faster you die.

In the square, children were playing and laughing in the snow, chasing each other, trying to catch the snowflakes with their little hands.

Their laughter and the bells from the distant church intertwined, playing the unique music of Christmas Eve.

"Brother Nan, can you accompany me tonight?" The lover looked at Zuo Nan gently.

"Of course." Zuo Nan also patted his shoulder gently.

At this moment, there was a sound of mechanical operation under his feet. Zuo Nan looked down and saw two robot-shaped electric toys.

"Sir, are you Mr. Zuo Nan?" An old voice suddenly came from the newsstand next to him.

A hunchbacked and thin old man looked at Zuo Nan expectantly.

Zuo Nan frowned slightly and asked warily, "Who are you?"

The old man waved at Zuo Nan kindly: "Someone is looking for you here."

As he spoke, he picked up the old-fashioned desktop phone that was already connected and waved it at Zuo Nan.

General newsstands are equipped with this old-fashioned landline, and calls are charged by the minute.

"Looking for me?" Zuo Nan's face flashed with suspicion.

"Looking for you." The old man took out a photo and compared it with Zuo Nan: "Look, isn't this you?"

This photo is a photo of Zuo Nan on the Internet, which is not new.

But appearing here makes Zuo Nan feel a little strange.

He subconsciously broke away from his lover's arm and frowned and asked: "What does that person look like?"

The old man recalled and said, "Well... he looks quite fierce. By the way, he also said that he wanted to talk to you about the issue of capital flow."

Capital flow?

Zuo Nan's heart tightened slightly.

He winked at the bodyguard and his lover and walked to the newsstand.

Just as he walked in, the old man turned around and prepared to leave, but was immediately stopped by Zuo Nan's bodyguard.

Zuo Nan asked coldly: "Where are you going?"

The old man was obviously frightened by this scene. After all, Zuo Nan's bodyguard was at least 1.9 meters tall.

He stammered: "Well, the gentleman gave me 2,000 yuan and said that as long as Mr. Zuo answered the phone, I could go home to spend the holiday with my grandson tonight."

Zuo Nan shook his head, "You can't leave for the time being."

The old man had no choice but to stay where he was.

Zuo Nan took a deep breath and picked up the public phone that had been connected for a long time: "Hello? ”

“Hehehe…” A distorted voice came from the other end of the phone: “Mr. Zuo, Merry Christmas Eve!”