There is such a kind of people in this world, they are like beasts, as if they were born with the ability to track.
seven days.
Without any information, Liu Yanbo found out the daily routine of Master Jiu and found nine of his private residences.
Liu Yanbo already knows what should be mastered and what should not be mastered, what is useful and what is useless.
There are still people in this world who are like ghosts, and darkness is their stage—
The summer weather is like a child's face, it changes as it says.
Towards evening, there was a sudden downpour, which lasted for three hours without stopping.
It was dark and the rain had stopped.
It was pitch black outside the window, and there were a few dim stars in the distant sky.
The room was even darker, with only a little scarlet bright and dark.
Liu Yanbo closed his clothes and leaned against the head of the bed, staring blankly, his night-like eyes shone with light.
He hasn't had bloodlust for a long time.
snap~
He heard a small sound, the sound of the lights being turned off in the next room.
Yin Hanruo is going to sleep.
This is not a supernatural power, it is an instinct honed by him through countless life and death tempers.
After Liu Yanbo stubbed out the cigarette butt, he slowly got up and walked towards the window, his steps were as light as a civet cat.
Open the window, the Wan family is silent.
This night is so bleak.
When the breeze blows, the people by the window have already disappeared.
The killing is about to begin—
Western suburbs.
With the increasing economic development of Haishi, more and more people came to this city where every inch of land was expensive to find opportunities to get ahead. The central area was already overcrowded, and even the most remote suburbs were already overcrowded.
There are only so many opportunities, everyone wants to seize it, everyone is working hard, some people win, some people lose.
What is lost is not discouraged, and the blood is still reserved for a certain day in the future, but the food and clothing in front of us must be solved.
Housing prices in prosperous areas are already sky-high. Whether it is buying or renting, it is no longer affordable for people struggling at the bottom.
Partition rooms, simple facilities, narrow and messy cobweb-like alleys...
This place is far away from the bustling, but it is the place where many people's dreams start—
In the most remote place in the western suburbs, there is a striking and unique folk house with two floors, surrounded by low houses with only one floor.
It is high above, just like its master.
It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the places farther away were shrouded in darkness, only this area of houses was still brightly lit.
They are like the most loyal guards, guarding their king, without sleep all night.
good.
Jiuye's most secret lair is here.
This was also the place where his dreams began.
Only here can he become unscrupulous, playing with the most beautiful women, stealing money, hiding people who shouldn't be hidden...
Here, he is the sole master.
Under the gloomy night, even the lights seem to have become bleak, which makes people feel depressed.
Rumble~
A glaring lightning suddenly tore through the night sky, and then, thunder rolled in, as fast and violent as a war drum.
Is it going to rain again
On the balcony on the second floor, Master Jiu shook his head helplessly, the weather tonight was as bad as his mood.
"Master Jiu, it's going to rain soon, let's go inside." The person who spoke was an old man in his fifties.
"Old ghost, how long have you been with me?" Jiuye looked at the brightly lit downstairs and at his kingdom.
"Thirty-one years." The old ghost replied without thinking.
"Thirty-one years, you, the kid from back then, have become the old ghost of today. When you get old, so do I." Jiu Ye showed vicissitudes of life, but his eyes became more and more fierce. "We haven't suffered such a big loss for a long time."
After a short pause, Master Jiu continued to ask, "How is Xue Long's injury?"
"It's completely useless. He can only spend the rest of his life in bed, no different from a living dead." The old ghost lowered his head and hands, and couldn't see any fluctuations in his face, which was very flat. "Jiuye, he's suffering even if he's alive, why don't I go and see him off?"
"Ah... It's a pity to lose such a good seedling." Master Jiu sighed, a trace of unbearable unbearable flashed in his expression, but soon, he returned to the posture that a hero should have. "This hatred must be avenged."
This is the conclusion.
Jiuye's conclusion is an order, and an order is for execution.
The old ghost silently retreated to the side and stopped talking.
pat~
When the first rain fell, Master Jiu finally turned around and walked into the house.
There were people in the room, who had just come in, sitting on the sofa in twos and threes, chattering birdsong that Master Jiu couldn't understand, when they saw him coming in, someone got up and asked Said: "Master Jiu, have you found out the whereabouts of our young master?"
"Your young master is not in the hands of the police, he is being held in the military region."
As soon as the words were finished, there was another chirping of birds in the room, and it seemed that there was a dispute, and the chattering made people headache.
cough~
Master Jiu coughed lightly, and when everyone in the room calmed down and looked at him, he said slowly: "I have a way for you to rescue your young master, but before that, you have to kill someone for me first .”
After that, he took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the coffee table.
Someone picked up the photo and glanced at it. The blunt Chinese language did not affect his disdain at all: "It's just a taxi driver, do we still need to take action?"
The person in the photo is none other than Liu Yanbo. He is sitting in a taxi, smiling happily.
Master Jiu really didn't intend to be kind. As he himself said, it has been a long time since anyone made him suffer such a big loss.
Liu Yanbo's appearance not only made him lose a fairly capable subordinate, but also hindered his grand plan to dominate the underground world of Hai City, and made him lose face in front of his supporters.
People live a face.
Master Jiu takes his old face very seriously, and the people who have slapped him in the face have all disappeared inexplicably. He doesn't want this taxi driver to be an exception.
"You'd better not underestimate him, or you will be the one who dies." Master Jiu will never underestimate any enemy, which is one of the many reasons why he can survive till now. "This is Huaxia, the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which is not comparable to what you in Southeast Asia."
Jiuye's blunt words did not cause any dissatisfaction, because he was telling a fact.
A rather wretched-looking moustache stood up from the sofa, took a glance at the photo in his companion's hand, and said with a smile: "Master Jiu doesn't know, we 'undercurrent' people don't belong to any area, the world Any country in the world is our stage, Southeast Asia is, and China, where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is no exception, killing a person on our stage, in the words of you Chinese people, is simply a piece of cake."
"Master Jiu, if you don't believe me, I'll help you kill this taxi driver tomorrow." The wretched man laughed loudly, saying the word 'taxi driver' very loudly.
Madness!
Arrogant to blindly arrogant.
China may not be the largest country in the world, but it is the safest country in the world. This is a forbidden place for killers and mercenaries. If you dare to enter without permission, you will be killed without mercy—
Rumble~
A more violent thunder suddenly exploded, and a violent storm hit, accompanied by a murderous aura that was more gloomy than the night.
"You won't have a tomorrow." (To be continued)