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In the evening, an unexpected rain began to fall. Summer rain always catches people off guard.

The greenery soaked in the drizzle is deep, and it looks a little deserted in the twilight, which contrasts slightly with the warm light reflected in the room.

The big yard, the quiet house, is deserted.

On the high-backed chair with the back facing the window, a man in formal attire holds a lighted cigarette between his left fingers, and holds a pen in his right hand while writing and ticking. The face is hidden in it, inexplicably a little erratic.

"Checked it out?"

The middle-aged man in a wide suit hesitated slightly before nodding, "Yes, sir."

"What about people?"

"The young master entered the country in Johannesburg at three o'clock in the morning yesterday."

The sound of the tiny pen tip touching the paper suddenly stopped, the man frowned, and slowly repeated, "Johannesburg?"

"Yes, sir." The butler lowered his eyes, subconsciously not daring to peek at his master's expression.

"What did he go there for?" He spoke again, although he tried his best to conceal it, but the tension in his tone was so obvious that he couldn't hide it, "...Who did he take with him?"

"Young Master went alone."

The man's sharp eyebrows frowned slightly, his tone relaxed slowly, he paused, the sound of the pen nib writing on the paper sounded again, and he spoke again, with a little indifference, "It's all right, he ran there alone to do it. What?"

"Master is looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?" The man sneered, with a mocking tone, "He has two mergers and acquisitions in hand, and he still has the leisure to go to South Africa to find someone? Who is he looking for?"

"Young Master is looking for Mr. Mo."

"...Who did you say he was looking for?"

The butler nodded and lowered his eyes, "Young Master is looking for Mr. Mo."

"Which Mr. Mo?" The slender finger joints holding the pen were slightly bent, and the even blood color was squeezed away, making it even paler, "Where is it?"

"Mr. Mo Xian is in Ningyuan."

The man dropped the pen in his hand and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to ask!"

Only then did the housekeeper understand that this "Mo Xian" is not the other, "Mr. Mo is in Johannesburg."

"Why is he in Johannesburg?!" Didn't he just stay in Huo Yuanyang's villa?How did it go to South Africa?

"It was the young master who left him there before."

"When did this happen?"

"Four months ago."

The man's pupils constricted, he opened his mouth but didn't say a word, that thin figure flashed back and forth in his mind, such a person was left in the notoriously chaotic place in South Africa for four months, Huo What is Yuanyang trying to do?

"... Has anyone been found anywhere in Johannesburg?"

The housekeeper's face flashed unbearably, "Mr. Mo was penniless when he was left in Johannesburg, and he was forced to live in Soweto. Now it is impossible to find his whereabouts." It's easier said than done, let alone in remote South Africa, where even the local government can't do anything, let alone them.

"Standby!"

"Sir, you..."

"Go to Johannesburg!" The man squeezed out the cigarette between his fingers and walked out quickly.

The butler opened his mouth, seeing the master's expression of indifference, he didn't say anything, "Yes, sir."

If I knew what it was like today, why did I push people to such a situation?

All the grievances and grievances were left to that innocent child alone, so why should he be guilty?His birth was not his choice, nor was it his original sin.But the master doesn't understand, the master doesn't understand, everyone doesn't understand... Even if they understand now, it's probably too late, right?

**

The winter in Johannesburg seems to be very cold this year. There was even light snow in Soweto in the early morning, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The car was driving on the bumpy bare mud road, bumping back and forth. There was a heater in the car. Huo Yuanyang still couldn't help wrapping himself up He was not wearing a thick coat, and he walked in a hurry without preparing a thick winter coat. It was only after landing that he remembered that it was already winter in Soweto.

"Mr. Huo, it's still early. We still have to wait two or three hours before we can get in. I've got someone to book a hotel, so you can take a rest first." The black guide of the co-pilot looked at the time, turned his head and said to Huo Yuanyang .

Huo Yuanyang frowned when he heard the words, he saw that it was only four o'clock in the morning, and there was still some time before dawn, "You don't need to go to the hotel, just go there and wait, I will go in as soon as the sun rises."

"Mr. Huo, you must have heard about the security around Soweto. You really don't need to take this risk for two or three hours."

Huo Yuanyang turned his head and looked out of the dark car window. Although it is a strange country and a strange land, the darkness is the same, as if there is not much difference in any corner of the world, but the reality is not like this, a stable and peaceful environment Not in every corner of the world, not in this country where he left behind the most important person.

His heart began to twitch when he thought of the person who had been living here for four months.

"Go directly."

The black guide wanted to persuade him again, but he shut his mouth tactfully when he saw the big customer whose eyes fell out of the car window and whose expression was so indifferent that he didn't want to continue the conversation on this issue.

Since the big customer doesn't mind taking this risk, he'd better shut up if he takes money for business.

A row of black LANDCRUISERs stopped silently at the entrance of Soweto, and soon attracted black people who wandered around all night. They were in small groups, whispering to each other. Two or three black people who left and turned back had guns on their bodies. But the convoy was silent and did not move forward. The black man's gun was loaded but he did not act rashly. Why?Except for the closed windows of the rear seat of the car in the middle of the convoy, every other car window had the same black muzzle hanging on it.

This is not easy to mess with!

Soweto belongs to the real three-way zone, and the government can't do anything, but even the chaotic world has its own rules, and the strong is king!This is the rule of the world.

This convoy, which clearly had a purpose and did not want to cause trouble, was not something that a few gangsters dared to provoke. The convoy stopped quietly at the entrance for three hours, and they lived in peace with each other.

After the gray sky gradually brightened, the convoy finally started, and the guns on the car windows were not removed. The convoy drove directly into the entrance of Soweto, and headed towards the slum gathering place in the southeast of Soweto.

The light snow has stopped, the light snow has not accumulated in just a few hours, the air seems to still smell the smell of snow, it is damp and cold, residents in twos and threes in the slums have already woken up, and saw such an astonishing convoy appearing , hastily avoided with a terrified expression, but most of them were silent. The scene of the bustle of people here will be after noon, and those who wandered all night are still asleep at this moment.

The Matchbox and Elephant houses barely had some planning, but there were no rules for the construction of those messy tin houses. The further you walked into the slums, the more crowded it became. After driving for an hour, the car finally couldn't go any further.

"Mr. Huo, the car in front can't move forward, and the rest can only walk there."

The car was parked in front of a low slope, which was a hilly hillside. The simple and simple metal houses were densely packed on the entire hillside. Not far from the car, the terrain was low-lying, and the sewage flowed across the road. People can't get down.

Huo Yuan raised his eyebrows and frowned, opened the door and got out of the car. The bodyguards at the front and back of the convoy quickly got out of the car and surrounded them, guarding the surroundings with guns.

The formation of the group was astonishing, and they avoided everything they passed, for fear of offending the evil spirit that they shouldn't offend and losing their lives.

This is a three-way zone, everything is precious, except human life is worthless.

"We found out that Mr. Huo, the person you are looking for has appeared in this area before." The black guide pointed to the hills behind him and said to Huo Yuanyang.

Huo Yuanyang looked at the densely packed iron houses in the direction pointed by the black guide, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a tight line, and he subconsciously raised his hand to press his chest, trying to suppress his rushing heartbeat.

I'm sorry, don't worry...you wait for me, I'll take you home!

Xiaoxue flew up flutteringly again at some point, Huo Yuanyang's fingers knocking on the door were numb to the point of being completely unconscious, but the more doors he knocked on, the more his heart sank.

He had searched through the shacks around here, no, the man he was looking for was nowhere.He didn't give up, and expanded the scope of his search, but every time he knocked on the door, he was disappointed.

"Mr. Huo, it's almost time." The black guide looked anxiously at his watch frequently, looking around from time to time while looking at the time, his expression a little tense.

Huo Yuanyang stood in the messy and narrow corridor, the panic in his heart magnified inch by inch, the shantytowns within a radius of two kilometers had been searched, every inch was spared, but no!The person who is said to be living here can't be found anywhere!

When he left him, he was not only penniless, but also seemed to be in poor health.

Although he didn't grow up in a greenhouse, in China, no matter how difficult and chaotic, at least the environment is safe and familiar, no matter how difficult it is, at least it is not difficult to settle down.But in this strange country with language barriers and chaotic law and order, how should he survive in this unaccompanied foreign country?

"Mr. Huo..."

"Look again! Look again!" Huo Yuanyang didn't dare to lose heart, nor did he dare to give up easily.

The black guide looked at the resolute Huo Yuanyang, and looked at the time while holding back his anxiety. He wanted to persuade Huo Yuanyang, but he couldn't persuade him too quickly, but the crowds and noises in the shanty town made his scalp tense inch by inch. up.

The escalating dispute in the headset drew his attention back but also lifted his heart high.

This sleeping demon slum was gradually waking up, and there was a lot of people's voices. After several times of almost firing a gun, it was finally forced to withdraw from the slum.

Looking at the slums that stretched for several kilometers in front of him, Huo Yuanyang's panic almost engulfed him. In his whole life, except for the blow caused by his father's sudden death, he didn't experience many setbacks, and he was never afraid of losing.Because he has no fear, he has no way to be afraid. He thinks that he has been brave for half his life, but in the end, he realizes that he is just a coward who dare not even admit his true intentions.

"Mr. Huo...you..." The black guide stood in front of Huo Yuanyang's car window with some hesitation, his expression slightly disturbed.

The purpose of this operation was not accomplished, and the employer's mood seemed extremely bad. He took such a big risk to take the job, and he might not get a dime.

Huo Yuanyang raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, his pale and broad palm covered the expression on his face, "Keep looking."

The black guide was taken aback, then looked for?Does this employer mean to continue to look for it?

But...how do I find this?They have already searched the surrounding area for several kilometers, not to mention finding the person he wanted, they didn't even find a yellow man!There is no clue at all. Where can I find someone in such a big slum?

"Mr. Huo, this..."

"Keep looking."

The black guide looked embarrassed. The forces here are complicated. He was afraid that if he stayed here for a long time, even if he got the money, he would not spend it!

In fact, from the very beginning, he doubted the authenticity of this news, this is soweto!The notorious black zone all over the world!If the well-behaved Asian child in the photo really ends up in this place where people can't spit out bones, how can there be any way out?

This Mr. Huo may not know, but he is just holding on to that poor hope and is unwilling to give up.

He has seen this Mr. Huo carefully kiss the child in the photo more than once, and his eyes are red after the kiss.

Huo Yuanyang put down his hands, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were frighteningly red, "Keep looking, at all costs."

"..." The black guide was hoarse, suppressing the advice that was already on his lips.

After paying such a high price, even "God" was provoked, how could this gentleman give up so easily?The black guide smiled bitterly. Perhaps he should have listened to the boss's advice from the very beginning and not to take the job lightly. How could it be an easy job with such a large salary?

Not far from the convoy, two combatT98s were quietly parked on the side of the road, attracting attention. At the same time, the swaggering 12mm single-man turret on the roof is also daunting.

"Huo, it seems that your nephew didn't get anything." A tall and strong black man occupies half of the back seat of combatT98. He holds a half-burned cigar in one hand, and looks sideways at the Asian man beside him.

The man's legs were crossed, with one hand resting on the armrest of the seat and the other on his lap. He leaned slightly on the seat but his back was straight, and he was sitting gracefully. Hearing the words of the black man beside him, he raised the corners of his lips slightly and made a mocking sneer , "Mr. Mandela is not sincere, how can he gain anything?"

"No, no, Huo, this has nothing to do with me." The black man known as Mandela shrugged, with a look of injustice on his face, "I have always done business with sincerity, you know."

The man's eyes fell on the still parked convoy outside the car window, and he sneered without looking back, "I haven't dealt with Mr. Mandela for many years. Huo doesn't know if Mr. Mandela is still the same as before. Full of sincerity."

Hearing the sneer, Mandela helplessly put out the cigar in his hand, "Huo, I haven't seen you for many years, but your temper hasn't changed at all."

The man withdrew his gaze, glanced sideways at Mandela, and did not answer.

Seeing the indifferent eyes, the black man rubbed his forehead with the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and then spoke, spit out a mouthful of standard Chinese with a slight accent, which seemed a bit abrupt, "I thought I hadn't seen you for many years, you came to see me Reminiscing about the past."

"I thought we had nothing old to talk about."

"Huo, don't be like this, we are friends after all."

The man didn't even look at half of his eyes, "It can't be said."

Mandela, "..."

The convoy in front slowly drove away from the entrance of Soweto, and Mandela said slowly, "My news was not wrong, but your nephew came a step late, and the child was taken away."

"Who was it taken?" Hearing this, the man suddenly looked sideways at Mandela.

Mandela was startled, and looked at the man in surprise, only then did he realize that this man really didn't come to see him to reminisce, nor did he come to take care of his nephew, "Huo, you also came to find that child?"

The man turned his head and didn't answer, but his slightly tight thin lips and gradually tightened palms had already given an honest answer.

Mandela looked serious, "Who is that child?"

Will the two generations of power holders of this family come to find someone in person with such great fanfare?