"No," Monanjue narrowed his eyes, his eyes softened, "you can't find her." ”

The man in black was stunned, "Young master, but if you go in like this, it is clearly ......"

He didn't dare to say the word death.

Mo Nanjue didn't say much, he turned around, his hands in his pockets, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were as cold as a wolf, "That night, who sent the information about Dongtang?"

"Our people picked up a letter at the door, the letter wrote the address of Dongtang, and told us that all the people in Dongtang had evacuated, so the subordinates took people there, and it was clean, and the other party couldn't be sure that it was us," the man in black said and shook his head, "But we don't know who Lu Dao is, and we can't find it at present, South Africa is too messy, and it may take a while to settle down." ”

Who will it be?

Either someone who knows him, or ......

The tip of Monanjue's tongue touched the corner of his mouth, and he stared at the red bricks and tiles exposed outside the high walls of the Flame Hall in the distance, and his gaze gradually deepened.

The man in black stood behind him for a long time, the man motionless, and it was not until it was completely dark that Mo Nanjue turned around.

He lifted his leg and walked downstairs.

"Young master!"

"You don't have to follow me, you can't get over there, and if there are too many people, you will be exposed," Mo Nanjue walked downstairs, he put on leather gloves, put daggers on both elbows, and his movements were very elegant, "You wait here for my news, and start drawing the terrain once the signal is available." ”

The man in black still wanted to persuade a few words, but Mo Nanjue had already strode out.

South Africa is different from China, full of refugees and uneasy elements, the chaos is terrible, and now tens of millions of goods in Dongtang have been looted, and it is still impossible to find who did it.

In fact, tens of millions of things are small, but the key is that many goods are agreed to be sent out, and people on the road pay attention to the word reputation when doing business.

Half of the people in the hall went out to deal with the loopholes after the looting of the East Hall, the dragons in the Flame Hall were leaderless, although Mo Beiyan was there, but he never took care of things, now Luo Xiao's life and death are unknown, and other people are different from him who are ruthless, and the entire Flame Hall fell into chaos all of a sudden.

In the darkness of the night, the side door of the Flame Hall was opened, and several servants walked out with carts, and a truck with some daily necessities was parked at the intersection opposite.

One of the servants looked up while holding something, "Hey, I said how did you ...... your shampoo today?"

Bang.

A small voice sounded, and the servant only felt that his eyes flickered, and he saw only a black jazz hat, and he rolled his eyes and fell down grazing his companion's arm.

The other person was stunned, and before he could react, he also fell down.

The man jumped out of the car, he reached out and pressed the brim of his hat down, his short dark brown hair could be seen faintly on the slightly curled edge, he crouched down and pulled off the servant's white coat and draped it over his body, and then pushed the cart back.

The guard at the door was armed with a gun, and when he saw the servant come out, he glanced at it and did not speak.

After Mo Nanjue walked in, he kicked the cart aside, this place is extremely guarded, similar to the Mo family, the man has figured out the routine, and there must be someone checking in the side door in front of him.

The cool breeze blew through and brought a chill of cold, and Monan Jue narrowed his eyes, and he walked around to the side wall overgrown with weeds, and reached out to grab the dangling vines.