At 9:35, the rain stopped. It was hard to see pedestrians on the streets of non-night markets. Occasionally, one or two cars would pass by. Under the dim street lights, a shop selling frozen ingredients was about to close the store. The slightly fat chef carried the unsold dumplings and went to the back. When he returned, the freezer was opened, and then a hysterical sound rang throughout the rainy night.

"Who is so stupid? I'm stealing a leg of lamb—"

Following the extension of the frozen ingredient store to the front street entrance, a figure quickly walked by under the street lights and quickly melted into the darkness. A lamb leg with frost was moved with rain and swayed in his hand.

Occasionally, a police officer who patrols the street drove over in a four-wheeled electric car, and his figure would hide in the dark and continue to move forward. Not long after, he stopped under a shop.

Looking up, it said: "There are three words "Frequent guests": Walking into the alley next to you, you can vaguely hear the sound of mahjong rubbing and a slap in the Peking Opera.

After a moment, he knocked on the door twice.

The lights were cast out as the door leaf opened. An old man with white hair and beard was wearing a brown wool vest and looked at Xia Yi outside the door with some turbid eyes.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is Mr. Chang playing cards here?"

"Oh, look for Mr. Chang. He is in the private room next to the window on the second floor. You can go and look for it yourself." The old man finished slowly, opened the door and let the young man come in, looked at the lamb legs held by the other person, shook his head, and reminded him: "It's so late, I still eat greasy, which is not good for my health, young man."

Then he walked back to the small room next to him, sat in front of the TV, watching the Peking Opera playing on the black and white screen, patted his knees and shook his head, and hummed.

"The flags and drums sounded on the Baimen Tower, and the mountains were declining in thousands of troops outside the city."

...

In the corridor, wet shoes walked up the stairs step by step.

...

"...Look at the Marquis Wen, who was wearing golden crown and mail, sleeping in his clothes."

...

The corridor was dimly lit. The waitress who was responsible for mixing tea and handing water, saw the figure coming up, kept smiling and opened the door.

.....

"I heard the sound of drums on the tower and stood up with a horse and separated my wife and daughter--"

......The door opened, and a slut who was sitting next to the sofa smoking and playing with his cell phone raised his head. Seeing the figure showing his side face when entering the door, he shouted sternly: "Xia Yi!!"

The frozen and hard lamb leg answered, slapped his face with a bang. The moment his body flew backwards, the four people playing cards overturned the table and pulled out their weapons.

The thrown mahjong, the broken teeth, suddenly chaos rose in this private room-

*******

The raindrops hit the leaves in the courtyard, in a villa in a residential area. Ma Lin frowned and sat in the living room, looking at the phone that had been turned off, feeling a little restless.

"Can't it be that my colleague in the martial arts school has something urgent to come to you?" The mother next to her looked at her daughter's frowning look and asked with concern.

Ma Lin shook her head, "I know... I'm not familiar with him again."

While talking, his younger brother Ma Shan hurriedly ran down from the upper floor and pointed outside, "Mom, sister, there are many people coming outside." At this moment, he heard his father's voice saying, "What are you doing!"

The woman quickly got up and walked out, and saw several people at the door, including men and women, wearing black suits, taking out their ID to show the family.

"May I ask, is Miss Ma Lin on the phone with a man named Xia Yi?"

"By." Ma Lin walked to her father and looked directly at the other party, "However, there was no response there, so I hung up the phone and kept calling. What's wrong? Didn't Xia Yi cause trouble?"

A woman in black who was leading the way looked at each other with her companions and said only: "I'm disturbing."

He turned around and walked back, then pressed the headset and said to the communicator in the collar: "Dongfang, we were fooled..."

at the same time.

In the south of the city, two business cars and one car parked on a street. More than a dozen commuter bureaus held guns and ran quickly to the location marked on the monitor - a dark alley ahead.

Dongfang Xu stood under the street light, and the raindrops pulled out the rain line from the passing light, nodded to the alert colleagues on both sides of the alley, and then rushed in with a gun. The garbage pile piled up in front of him shook for a while. Someone stepped forward and kicked the cardboard box on it, yelling: "—Don't move!"

At this moment, a female voice came from Dongfang Xu's ears: "Dongfang, we were fooled..."

He looked at the garbage dump, a wet Teddy dog ​​holding a ham sausage in his mouth, and was so scared that he raised his ears, looked at the dark muzzles, sat on the ground, waving his tail crazy, and on his back, a cell phone was wrapped in tape.

"...I already know." After hanging up the communication, Dongfang Xu kicked the cardboard box next to him and turned back to the car. "What did you find when the city's surveillance video is found..."

"It's still filtering, comparing the figure."

....

When regular customers came to the mahjong shop, a figure slammed on the wall of the private room, and the glass windows buzzed. The waiter in the corridor ran down in panic and took out his cell phone to make a call.

In the private room, several people were lying in a row, with blood all over the floor.

Drops of blood dripped down the cold lamb legs on the smooth floor. Xia Yi kicked the knife at her feet, stood in front of the figure wrapped in bandages on her head, picked up the other party's dropped cell phone, and handed it over.

"The thing fell off, take it."

Chang Wu was already injured, and even in good condition, he was not the opponent's opponent. He rushed up with his brothers before, but one hand was directly smashed. The severe pain made him tremble with his whole body leaning against the corner of the wall. The calmness and calmness he had in the guild during the day had long disappeared.

"Don't come over... Xia Yi... Killing is illegal... You can't do this... I'll give you whatever you want, don't do it anymore... Besides, we have old ones too..."

"Tell me where the boss behind me is sitting and what's his name?"

"No... the revitalization of the martial arts school is just my own idea..." Chang Wu is not stupid. He is also a martial artist. He obviously felt the murderous intent on the other party, but after saying that if the boss escapes, he will still die.

He gasped, "You have to believe me..."

The phone in his hand suddenly rang, Xia Yi lowered his eyes, took it from his hand, and put it in his ear, pressed the other person's mouth and nose with his other hand, and then Li Fangming's voice inside was saying: "Come here for me."

The call is disconnected.

"Isn't this there?" Cold words came from Xia Yi's thin lips.

A sudden call made Chang Wu's speech that he had prepared and put it back in. Looking at the figure standing in front of him, he was almost in a state of collapse.

"I said...I said...I said...I did have a boss behind him. His name is Li Fangming. He has several properties in the city. However, tonight I will sit in a single-family villa in the tree-shaded garden. The affairs of the guild hall, the revitalization of the martial arts hall, and the casino were arranged by him. It has nothing to do with me. I am just a fight..."

Chang Wu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, quietly raised his gaze, and the moment he reached out to touch his waist, his scalp suddenly tightened, and the dagger fell from the belt behind his waist with a jingle. He struggled with a "ahhhh..." and was dragged for a distance, smashed the glass, and flew out and fell into the alley.

Xia Yi walked out of the door, got out of the corridor, raised her hand and grabbed the waiter's cell phone next to her, then crushed it, went straight out of the side door, stepped on the edge of the slowly spreading blood, and left the alley.

In the door behind him, the old man shook his head and hummed the Peking Opera. The sound of the old man continued.

"...Chang Zheng, a thousand-mile horse...Oh, alas...One rider, a thousand-army army, swearing to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, on TV, an old student waved a halberd, shouted in a long voice: ".........City——"

The old man at the door slapped his thighs and clapped and screamed.
Chapter completed!