Standing on the side of the street, Qiao Wen retracted his thoughts and squinted his eyes at the sign of the Furong Tea House.

If it was in his era, stopping Chen Jianan’s actions today would have been as simple as a phone call. However, there was no mobile phone now, so he could only run through and wait for himself.

Even though Chen Jianan was violent and fierce, he became a powerful villain, proving he was not stupid. In the original book, he not only killed Lin Zhaoming smoothly, he also left no evidence.

And to ‌do it so cleanly meant only one possible, that was he must be fully prepared in advance -for example, disguise himself, step on ambush in advance.

As he was pondering about the villain’s plan, he felt a little hungry again. The corner of his eyes glimpsed a fishball stall. He walked over and bought a bowl and just as he was about to eat; he felt a stare staring at him. Turning his head to the line of sight, he saw a little beggar in ragged clothes, looking at the fish ball in his hand longingly. His little mouth was wide open, and his saliva was about to flow out.

He was taken aback for a moment, looking at the steaming fish ball in his hand, and handed it to him, then said softly, “Here you are.”

It was probably the first time the beggar had encountered such a kind and generous person and was too surprised to react and dazedly accepted the fishball. After coming to the realization he bowed repeatedly, then hurriedly walked to the corner of the side which was dirty and sat down, almost throwing his face in the fishball, and chewed hurriedly.

It was a world in which some people lived in the beautiful clouds and some in the muck.

Qiao Wen shook his head and spent another dollar to buy one for himself. Because standing was too strenuous for this body, he went to the bench on the side and sat down and ate slowly while observing the movement on the opposite side.

Since it was peak hours, Lin Zihui’s uncle’s tea house was blooming with people going in and out.

Sitting on the bench, Qiao Wen stared at either sides of the Tea House, rather than watching directly at the door.

There was a liquor shop on one side, and a grocery store on the other. There was a newspaper stall at the door of the grocery store and occasional passers-by stopped to read for a moment before buying a copy.

By the time he finished eating a bowl of fish balls, his eyes locked on a figure that had been in the newspaper stall for more than five minutes.

The figure was facing this side, and as the dusk was approaching, he couldn’t clearly see the person’s appearance. Only saw that person was wearing a gray-blue shirt and black trousers, a peaked cap on his head, and a briefcase tucked between his elbows, he was dressed as a company office worker, just like many urban men who had just left work on the road at this time.

If it was anyone else, it was hard to find, but the original body and Chen Jianan were so close that even if they were turned into ashes, they could still recognize each other, so it wasn’t hard for Qiao Wen determined that this person was Chen Jianan at first glance by his body shape.

He originally intended to walk over and stop him, but he gave up after thinking about it.

By the time he finished eating fish balls, Chen Jianan across the street finally bought a newspaper, but instead of walking away, he lit a cigarette, spread the newspaper in his hand, leaned over a roadside telephone pole and flipped it casually.

After flipping for a while, he glanced at the time on his wristwatch, then folded the newspaper, and stepped into the Furong Tea House next to him.

Qiao Wen threw the finished lunch box into the trash can, clapped his hands across the road, and walked towards the tea house.

The tea house had two floors, the lower floor was a hall with eight immortal tables, while the second floor had a private room and elegant window seats.

Qiao Wen directly went to the second floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, he casually swept his gaze, and saw the man in the peaked cap sitting in the elegant window seat had already ordered tea and pretended to drink it.

Besides hat, he also had a beard on his face and looked much older than his original age. If the original body wasn’t too familiar with him, this disguise, in fact, counted very success.

The waitress on the tea house saw him standing still on the stairs for some time,  so he came over and asked, “Sir, how many?”

He waved his hand and walked straight to the elegant seat.

Halfway through the table, the man in the seat had noticed ‌an anomaly. He suddenly turned his head and looked over, and his eyebrows almost knitted into a figure of eight.

Qiao Wen curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled at him.

But a certain future villain looked so startled, and the fake beard on his lips trembled in response.

“Brother Nan! You won’t call me for tea?” Qiao Wen spoke with a smile and took a seat in front of his astonished gaze.

The man on the seat went blank and just stared at him with his eyes wide open. He looked terrified.

Chen Jianan was born and raised in the walled city. He witnessed people lying dead on the streets every three days once. He also grew up like this with a fist and a machete and brave and fierce nature. This time when Qiao Wen became seriously ill, he went to find Zhao Shanhai to borrow money, and the other party sent him a murder mission, saying if completed the task he would immediately give him 10,000, so without hesitation he accepted the task.

He was bent on getting the money to treat Qiao Wen’s illness with all his heart, and up to this moment, he was very calm about his first murder.

He was even a little excited when he thought that after killing people, he would be able to send Qiao Wen to the big hospital. It was as if he was not here to kill a person but to kill the chicken.

However, the sudden appearance of Qiao Wen here at this time startled him to the core, and all his excitement was instantly shattered, leaving only a indescribable terrorized.

That’s right, Chen Jianan wasn’t afraid of anything, but of his good brother who grew up with him.

Unlike him, Qiao Wen was five or six years old when he came to Kowloon Walled City with his grandparents. At that time, he was dressed in a small suit, his shiny hair was well combed, pink cheeks, as beautiful as a doll in a painting, clearly a wealthy young man who came out of a large family.

Indeed, it was the truth.

The Qiao family was originally a large family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. After a period of war, famine, and family destruction, the big family turned around and moved to Kowloon Walled City for a living, leaving only an old couple and young grandson. Qiao’s grandfather was already seriously ill when he arrived here, and it didn’t take long to leave his wife and grandson.

Granny Qiao used to be a rich lady, respectable even in her downfall, always dressed in an old qipao and her hair neatly combed, not only did she look decent she also cleaned up her little grandson. Even though he wore patched, ragged and old clothes, his face was always white and clean, and no one could help but look at him.

All day long, the children in the walled city were like monkeys rolling in the mud, and Chen Jianan had never seen such a beautiful little brother. At that time, he ran to listen to the storytelling, heard about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but did not remember anything else apart from there was a beauty in it called Xiao Qiao. He felt ‌this name was very suitable for Qiao Wen, so every day a mouthful of Xiao Qiao called out.

In addition to his good looks, Qiao Wen also had an outstanding talent for being sick every three days. Like a porcelain doll he would break with the little force and would blow away by the wind.

Such a small person was naturally bullied in a stronghold of the weak. Chen Jianan had spontaneously become his protector. Whoever dares to bully his younger brother, Xiao Qiao, would have to eat his big fist.

Naturally, Qiao Wen also depends on him. The two grew up close to each other, and their brotherhood was better than a real brother.

Granny Qiao’s lifelong wish was that her grandson could one day walk out of the city and become a decent person again, so she saved money and sent her grandson to an outside church school to study, and carefully educated him to get out of the mud.

Although Qiao Wen grew up in the walled city, his character was very noble, and he disagreed with the dirty things in the walled city. Once he found that Chen Jianan had done something bad, he must be reprimanded and educated.

Therefore, whenever he did something lacking in virtue, he would carry it on Qiao Wen’s back. He had rough skin and was not afraid of beating or scolding, but was afraid of making Qiao Wen angry. Because of Qiao Wen’s poor health, anger might cost him to have to lie in bed for two days.

The last year when he found that he had joined the Hexing Society the two had a big quarrel. After the quarrel, Qiao Wen lay down. Chen Jianan waited for a week before taking care of the people.

He was such a glass man, if he knew that he was going to kill someone to raise money for his medicine, he was afraid that with his personality he would be so angry to go to see the king of Hell directly.

So how could Chen Jianan not be afraid?

However, Chen Jianan was also a wily temperament, and quickly reacted. He didn’t even say anything about killing to Haozi before leaving, so how could Qiao Wen know about it? So after a short period of panic, he put his heart down. Finally, as if suddenly thought of something, he looked up and down at the teenager sitting down in front of him in disbelief and asked, “Xiao Qiao? Are you all right?”

When he left Uncle Hua clinic this morning, the other party was clearly only hanging on his breath, as if he could return to the west at any time. Uncle Hua also said that it might not be good. He was scared out of his wits and almost cried his way out.

However, the person sitting across from him, although still looking weak and prone to wind, but the faint blood on his white cheeks indicated that this person was still a thousand miles away from the west.

“I woke up this afternoon, and ate some porridge and got much better. Uncle Hua also said that I’m fine.” Qiao Wen said with a light smile.

“Really?” Chen Jianan thought of his half-dead appearance in the morning, and still didn’t dare to believe it.

“Do I look like I’m lying to you?” Qiao Wen laughed and continued: “I have been lying down for too long, it is really uncomfortable, so I came out to walk around, and didn’t expect to meet you here. “While saying this he raised his eyelids and looked at the other person, “You haven’t told me yet, how you come to drink tea alone?” “

Chen Jianan returned to his senses and said without changing his face: “I happened to be passing by and felt a little hungry, so I came up to eat something.”

Qiao Wen just smiled at him and did not expose him, and said: “That’s right, I’m also a little hungry, let’s eat together.”

“Okay…ah.” Chen Jianan gave a dry smile.

At this moment, a young man came up and asked, “What else do you two want to order?”

Qiao Wen looked up and saw that the hostess did not wear a teahouse uniform, but ‌wore a sea blue shirt and a pair of glasses. He was looking gentle, like a college student.

Lin Zihui.

He almost confirmed the identity of the brother with no hesitation.