There is such a kind of person in this world, they are like wild beasts, as if they were born with the ability to track.

Seven days.

Without any intelligence, Liu Yanbo figured out the daily life rules of the ninth master and found his nine private houses.

What should be mastered, what should not be mastered, what is useful and what is useless, Liu Yanbo already knows.

There is still such a kind of people in the world, they are like ghosts, and the darkness is their stage-

The summer weather is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said.

Towards the end of the evening, there was a sudden downpour that lasted for three hours.

It was late at night, 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 darker, with only a little scarlet between light and dark.

Liu Yanbo leaned against the head of the bed in his clothes, stunned, his eyes flashing like night.

He hasn't been bloodthirsty for a long time.

Syllable~

He heard a faint noise, the lights off in the next room.

Yin Han is going to sleep.

This is not a special function, it is an instinct that he has experienced countless life and death.

Liu Yanbo snuffed out the cigarette butt, he slowly got up and walked to the window, his steps as light as a civet cat.

Pushing open the window, Wanjia was silent.

This night is so desolate.

When a breeze blows, the people by the window have long since disappeared.

The killing is about to begin—

Western suburbs.

As the economy of Haishi grows, more and more people come to this city in search of opportunities to get ahead, and the central area is already crowded, even the most remote suburbs are already overcrowded.

There are only so many opportunities, everyone wants to seize them, everyone is working hard, some people gain and some people lose.

What is lost is not discouraged, and the blood is still left to the future one day, but the immediate food and clothing livelihood must always be solved.

Housing prices in prosperous areas are 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 dirty cobweb-like paths......

It's far away from the bustle, but it's a place where many people's dreams begin—

In the most remote part of the western suburbs, there is a striking and unique private house, which has two floors, and is surrounded by a low-rise house with only one floor.

It is high up in the sky, just like its owner.

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and the farther away was already covered in darkness, and only this one of the houses was still brightly lit.

They are like the most loyal guards, guarding their kings, and they never sleep all night.

Not bad.

The Ninth Master's most secret lair is here.

It was also the place where his dream began.

Only here will he become unscrupulous, play with the most beautiful women, count the money that cannot be seen, and hide the people who should not be hidden......

Here he is the sole ruler.

Under the gloomy night, even the lights seem to become dim, which makes people feel depressed.

Thundered~

A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the night sky, and then thunder rolled in, as swift and fierce as a war drum.

Is it going to rain again?

On the balcony on the second floor, the ninth master shook his head helplessly, the weather tonight was as bad as his mood.

"Ninth Master, it's going to rain soon, let's go inside. "The person who spoke was an old man of about fifty years old.

"Old ghost, how long have you been with me?" The Ninth Master looked at the brilliant lights downstairs and looked at his kingdom.

"Thirty-one years. The old ghost replied without thinking.

"Thirty-one years, you, the little ghost of the year, have become the old ghost of now, you are old, and I am also old. The ninth master's face showed vicissitudes, but his eyes became more and more fierce. "It's been a long time since we've suffered such a big loss. ”

After a slight pause, the Ninth Master continued to ask, "How is Xue Long's injury?"

"Totally ruined. He spent the rest of his life in bed, no different from the living dead. The old ghost lowered his head and lowered his hand, and he couldn't see any expression fluctuations on his face, which was very flat. "Ninth Master, he is also guilty of living, why don't I give him a ride?"

"Alas...... It's a pity that a good seedling. The Ninth Master sighed, and there was a trace of unbearability in his expression, but soon, he returned to the posture that a hero should have. "This revenge must be avenged. ”

This is the conclusion.

The conclusion of the ninth master is that the order is used, and the order is used to carry out.

The old ghost silently stepped aside and stopped answering.

Bang~

When the first drop of rain fell, the Ninth Master 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, talking in a bird language that the ninth master couldn't understand, and when he came in, someone got up and asked in not very proficient Huaxia language: "Ninth master, 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 fell, a birdsong sounded in the room again, and there seemed to be an argument, and the noise of Guara caused headaches.

Cough~

The Ninth Master coughed lightly, and when all the people in the room were quiet 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." ”

With that, he took a photo out of his pocket and threw it on the coffee table.

Someone picked up the photo and glanced at it, and the stiff Chinese language did not affect his disdain at all: "It's just a taxi driver, and you still need us to do it?"

The person in the photo is none other than Liu Yanbo, who is sitting in a taxi and smiling happily.

The Ninth Master really didn't plan to be good. As he himself said, it has been a long time since anyone had 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 with a face.

Jiu Ye takes his old face very seriously, and the people who have slapped him in the face have disappeared inexplicably, and he doesn't want this taxi driver to be an exception.

"You'd better not underestimate him, or you'll be the one who dies. "The Ninth Master never looked down on any enemy, which is one of the many reasons why he has survived until now. "This is China, the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, not comparable to your Southeast Asia. ”

Jiu Ye's uneuphemistic words didn't cause any dissatisfaction, because he was talking about a fact.

A rather obscene-looking mustache stood up from the sofa, reached out and glanced at the photo in his companion's hand, and said with a smile: "Jiu Ye doesn't know, our 'undercurrent' people don't belong to any region, any country in the world is our stage, Southeast Asia is, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's Huaxia is no exception, killing a person on our stage, in the words of you Chinese people, is as easy as pie." ”

"If you don't believe it, I'll help you kill this taxi driver tomorrow. The lewd man laughed loudly and said the words 'taxi driver' very loudly.

Arrogant!

Hubris to the point of blind arrogance.

Huaxia may not be the largest country in this world, but it is the safest country in the world, it is a forbidden place for killers and mercenaries.

Thundered~

An even more violent thunderclap suddenly exploded, and a violent storm struck, accompanied by a murderous aura that was gloomier than the night.

"You will not have tomorrow. ”