Po Sa Island, the exit of the airport. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

A group of young Chinese people in strong clothes stood in two neat rows, as if they were greeting some big shot.

They bulged around their waists, and they knew they were carrying weapons with them.

Everyone's face showed the color of long-trained wind and frost.

As the flight arrived, a passenger rushed out.

Among them, the most conspicuous is the duo of a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a tracksuit and wore large sunglasses.

Walking, lazy, but with a breathtaking majesty.

It's like a tiger, walking in the woods.

It seems to be leisurely and complacent, but in fact, it is a murderous dark department.

The woman who came side by side with him was even more eye-catching.

A shawl show poured down, with delicate facial features, slightly exposed collarbones, and a pair of jade arms racing snow and frost.

The upper body wears a tight-fitting black vest, which shows off the thin waist.

Tight jeans frame the plump silhouette, and the seductive flavor is ready to come out.

The pedestrians around him couldn't help but look sideways.

A series of bright and dark peeping eyes focused on this woman's body.

But she didn't seem to realize that the black toad mirror blocked her amorous eyes like autumn waves.

"It's too hot in the South Seas, it's winter in the East China Sea, and it's still summer here. ”

The man next to him, feeling the heat wave blowing on his face, couldn't help but complain.

With a relaxed tone and an indifferent expression, he seems to be an ordinary tourist who is visiting the mountains and rivers.

The woman next to her pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, and laughed softly: "Mr. Ye, there is no difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter in Nanyang, only the difference between the rainy season and the dry season. ”

"Sister Mei, we are old friends, don't be so polite, just call me Aqiu. ”

The man who spoke was Ye Qiu, and he and Sister Mei rushed from the East China Sea to the South Seas.

This sentence made a flash of hatred in the beautiful eyes under the sunglasses.

Thinking about what happened to her previous rejection in the East China Sea, she hates it to the root of her teeth until now.

"Mr. Ye is our honored guest of Hongmen, the future guest, how can I be friends with you, besides, who has ever seen an old friend who is not even allowed to enter the house?"

In this sentence, which seemed to be an answer, there was obvious resentment.

As they spoke, the two of them had already followed the safe passage to the exit of the station.

At this moment, a neat and loud voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Ye!"

As the voice sounded, the two rows of Chinese youths at the exit of the station all clasped their hands into fists and bowed.

He walked up to him respectfully, and gently waved his right hand back, making an invitation gesture in a very Chinese classical style.

"Mr. Ye, the car is ready, please come with me. ”

Hearing this, Ye Qiu nodded lightly.

Immediately, he also clasped his fists and saluted the Chinese youths around him.

Sister Mei next to her took a step forward.

and the Chinese man who invited Ye Qiu, one left and one right, put on the same posture.

This kind of invitation etiquette is very famous among the Hongmen.

There are a total of eighty-one Chinese young people who welcome the guests, and the meaning of returning to the truth is ninety-nine.

A man and a woman led the crowd to welcome the guests, which is a combination of yin and yang.

This kind of etiquette is the highest level of courtesy in Hongmen.

Those who are not famous all over the world are difficult to achieve.

The group hugged each other and left the airport.

On the road outside, a row of black welcome cars was parked, and the sound was huge.

Accompanied by Sister Mei and the Chinese man, Ye Qiu got into the car in the middle.

The car slowly drove on the road, gradually lifting and moving.

Ye Qiu sat in the back seat, looking at the street scene flying back outside the window.

It is a cosmopolitan city in Nanyang, a world-renowned harbour lined with modern skyscrapers.

The natives walking on the road, although they are all dressed in suits and leather shoes, are dressed very modernly.

But between the eyebrows and eyes, it gives people a feeling of barbarism and uncivilized.

At a glance, a very apt idiom popped out of Ye Qiu's head to "Mu Monkey and Crown".

He looked at it with interest for a while, and sighed leisurely: "There are really a lot of Chinese boxing gyms nearby, and it seems that the Chinese community on Posa Island is very prevalent in martial arts. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Chinese man sitting in the front passenger seat couldn't help but say coldly: "In a place like Nanyang, if you don't learn some kung fu to defend yourself, you usually don't dare to go out of the Chinese area." ”

Hearing this, Ye Qiu looked out the window and asked with some puzzlement: "Although it doesn't look as good as in China, it's also orderly, isn't it so unsafe?"

This sentence made the Chinese man in the front row and the driver of the car invariably sneer.

Seeing this, Sister Mei, who was sitting next to Ye Qiu, took the initiative to explain: "This is the residence of diplomats from various countries, and there are many branches of multinational companies, so the order is okay, but even so, there are many violent crimes against Chinese people at night. ”

"If you want to see what happens to the Chinese in the local area, you can understand when you go to other cities, and the vast majority of the local natives are very hostile to the Chinese. ”

Listening to Sister Mei's explanation, Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

In a country full of hostility, the martial heart in the blood of the Chinese will naturally be brought out to the greatest extent.

After about two and a half hours on the road, the car left the city and found itself in another nearby town.

As soon as he entered this small city, Ye Qiu felt the difference.

The natives on the streets looked thin and small, lounging lazily.

The savage smell on his body can be clearly felt even through the car window.

The eyes of the indigenous pedestrians looking at the convoy were full of undisguised hideousness and hatred.

As far as the eye can see, people are all enemies.

Seeing Ye Qiu looking out the window, Sister Mei continued to introduce intimately: "The indigenous people here are particularly unfriendly to the Chinese, especially those who are older. ”

"They think that it is the Chinese who have plundered their wealth, and that the Chinese are the culprits that lead to their poverty and backwardness."

Before he could finish speaking, the convoy suddenly stopped.

The two people in the front seat of the car whispered a few words, and then, the Chinese man in the passenger seat pushed the car door and walked down.

"Don't worry, it's the natives who are in the way and asking for money. ”

Sister Mei was next to her and explained.

As soon as he said this, the Chinese man who had gone out returned to the car.

He said indignantly: "It's that Su Man who is deliberately finding fault and wants to investigate our personnel, and he suspects that our convoy is mixed with dangerous elements." ”

"**, since this guy joined the bullshit Interpol, I feel that I have a dependence, and he targets us Hongmen all day long, if Uncle Luo hadn't pressed him and didn't let him move, I would have shot him in the head a long time ago. ”

(End of chapter)

.