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Fifteen minutes later, a short young man who was just over 20 years old, with yellow hair and nose rings, walked into the cafe, glanced in the hall, then came to Wang Le, who was sitting with his eyes closed, and bowed and said, "Brother Wang, the Eighth Master asked me to come here."

Wang Le opened his eyes, nodded, took out an old man's head from his pocket and placed it on the table, left the seat and stood up and walked outside.

The young man with yellow hair hurriedly ran to Wang Le to lead the way.

When he arrived at the roadside in front of the cafe, Xiao Huangmao drove a taxi over. Wang Le opened the car door and entered the rear seat.

I had nothing to say all the way, after walking around the streets for more than twenty minutes, I came to an old building with various light signs hanging on it, similar to those in the old Hong Kong film.

"Brother Wang, the person who drove the Bicycle was called Hongpao Ya. He was Mosquito's confidant. He was the one on the first floor of Yau Ma Tei. He was in charge of most of the first floor."

The little yellow-haired stopped the car, pointed to the big horse parked in front, and turned around and explained to Wang Le.

Then, he asked again: "Brother Wang, are we waiting for him here or going up to find him?"

Wang Le, who was sitting behind, smiled and said, "Please take me up."

Xiao Huangmao nodded, pulled out the car key and opened the car door and walked down. She was about to open the door for Brother Wang who was sitting in the car, but she didn't expect that Wang Le came out faster than him.

Looking at Wang Le, who was powerless, the little yellow-haired man asked for instructions: "Brother Wang, the Red Cannon Duck always brings two or three gangsters around him. Do I want me to call a few more brothers here?"

Then Wang Le shook his head and said, "No, just take me up. Don't worry about the rest."

"Uh!" Xiao Huangmao looked at Wang Le with some doubts and said to himself: "Why is this man not at all tactful? The Red Cannon Duck is not that easy to deal with. Can we two do it?"

Although the little yellow-haired man was a little dissatisfied, the Eighth Master had already made an explanation and followed the instructions of Brother Wang, so he could only walk into the building with his teeth.

Seeing that the little yellow-haired face looked bitter, Wang Le didn't care and followed the other party into the building slowly.

There is no elevator at all in an old building like Hong Kong Island for decades, so when the two of them walked along the stairs to the ninth floor, the little yellow-haired kicked him a little angry. When he looked back, he couldn't help but be stunned. He saw that Brother Wang had a calm face, his face was not blushing or breathing. It seemed that this was not climbing the stairs, but coming up in the elevator. It made the little yellow-haired heart shocked. He was really not good-looking and the sea water could not be measured. Unexpectedly, Brother Wang, who was not very thin, was so physically good.

Putting away the surprise in his heart, the little yellow-haired woman led Wang Le to a door and said, "Brother Wang, the red cannon duck is here, and the most popular lady under his command lives here."

"Knock the door open." Wang Le said lightly.

Then the little yellow-haired man couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He was a local snake in this area and could be said to be aware of the Red Cannon Duck. Although this guy was only 27 or 28 years old, he came out to play in his teens and followed Brother Mosquito to fight for more than ten years. In addition to being a tough guy, he was even more ruthless.

The doorbell rang, and within a minute, the door was opened. A young man with a Moshikan hairstyle stretched out his head, first swept Wang Le standing behind, then looked at the little yellow-haired woman, and laughed: "Dog Whip, I'll bring guests here to visit today. At the end of the month, I will ask Brother Ya to give you some more red envelopes."

The little yellow-haired man didn't say anything, pushed the door open, and asked by the way: "Is Brother Ya inside?"

The young man with a shaved moxikan hairstyle also replied casually: "I'm feeling refreshed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le rushed in, grabbed a punch and hit the other person's face. Then he didn't stop. He rushed to the two little gangsters in the room who were in a daze. He flew up and kicked them one by one. Before the two of them could react, they collapsed to the ground and fainted.

When the little yellow-haired man realized, the three followers of the red cannon ducks in the room completely stopped eating and lost consciousness.

Little Huangmao was stupid. He didn't expect that Brother Wang was so powerful. His small body and temperament were not in line with his impression of the murderous and ruthless master.

After Wang Le put down the three of them, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked through the two bedrooms. Then he did not stop and walked straight to the door of one bedroom and kicked the door open with a kick.

A young man in his twenties in the bedroom was lowering his head and tying his belt. He was startled when he heard the door being kicked open. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a fist enlarged in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The young man's nose was punched firmly, and his nose was broken, blood was rising, and he became dizzy.

Before the young man could resist, Wang Le pulled out the guy's belt that had not been tied up, tied a flower and pulled the other party's hands, and lifted it up and kicked the person to the ground. The whole process was smooth and there was no sense of incongruity, as if he had already rehearsed.

The woman on the bed in the bedroom stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, so scared that she forgot to scream.

Wang Le didn't even look at the woman, and turned around and dragged the young man lying on the ground to the outside of the bedroom.

As soon as the little yellow-haired man walked to the door, he saw Wang Le dragging out the blood-faced red cannon duck, like a dead pig to drag his head. He was so scared that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said to himself: "Damn it, where did the Eighth Master know the fierce man, so cruel!"

When Wang Le dragged the red cannon duck who had no ability to resist, he passed through the living room and into the kitchen. The little yellow-haired man hurriedly followed him.

At this time, Wang Le glanced at the kitchen, then came to the gas stove, turned on the fire, and then found an iron spatula and baked it on it.

"Uh!" Seeing Wang Le's behavior like this, the little yellow-haired man couldn't help but shivered and took a breath. He already knew what Brother Wang was going to do.

The red cannon duck, who had been dizzy by Wang Le's fist, finally woke up after a few minutes. Seeing the scene in front of him, he roared: "Dog Whip, what do you want to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le showed a gentle smile and said, "You asked the wrong person, you should ask me what I want to do."

Hongpao Ya turned his head and looked at the strange man in front of him, with a look of fear in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Friends, we have no grievances and no grudges. We have something to say. Why do we do it? Are you not afraid of scheming the score with you afterwards?"

Wang Le looked up and down at the seated Red Cannon Duck with a smile, and said, "Are you pretending to be stupid? Or are you pretending to be stupid!"

"Didn't you hear that I'm speaking standard Mandarin?"

The red cannon duck's face changed, and he thought of the two mainland boys.

At this time, Wang Le showed a trace of murderous aura on his face and said sinisterly: "Don't pretend to be confused by me. Where are Wu Kai and Mu Xihu now? Who asked you to monitor them?"
Chapter completed!