Long Qing stood at the edge of the bushes, quietly waiting for the opportunity to come.

After another half an hour, the two men walked slowly and leisurely towards this side, stopped at the edge of the woods, and then sneakily took out two cigarettes and lit them.

"Keep your eyes bright, don't be discovered by the boss, otherwise it will be good!"

"I'm afraid of a fart, the boss is so busy every day, how can he be in the mood to care if we smoke or not?" the other person spat out the smoke ring, not caring about the authentic language.

"The boss doesn't know what he's afraid of these days, there are more than three times as many bodyguards in the manor than before, and I haven't seen many people!"

"I heard that the boss is about to become a gang leader, so the pomp and circumstance will naturally be bigger, and besides, I have to guard against some people making things bad!"

"Alas, I wonder if our status can be upgraded after the boss becomes the leader of the gang?"

"Raise a fart, boss, you - no one knows, in the eyes of the boss, we have a difference with which newcomers, work hard, don't dream!"

After this man finished speaking, he didn't see the person next to him answer, a little strange, and was about to turn his head to ask, when he was suddenly choked by a pair of strong hands, a sharp pain came, and then he lost consciousness.

Long Qing quickly dragged the bodies of the two into the woods, then took off one of them's clothes, put them on his body, looked around, and after making sure that no one noticed here, he walked out of the woods.

After wandering around, Long Qing began to deliberately make contact with some patrolling people, and found that no one had come to verify his identity. The two bodyguards also said just now that there have been a lot of people recently, and most of them are fresh faces, which makes Long Qing's activities much easier.

After making sure that it was safe, Long Qing began to deliberately approach the white villa where the mourning dog lived. There were dozens of bodyguards around the villa, almost all of which had no dead ends, and Long Qing frowned. In such a situation, it is almost impossible to sneak into the villa.

Long Qing didn't give up, and kept hanging outside, waiting for an opportunity. He even went elsewhere to make some noise in an attempt to divert the tiger from the mountain, but every time - it was the bodyguards from elsewhere who rushed over, and the bodyguards in a circle around the villa did not move. It seems that the mourning dog has already ordered that the task of these thirty or so people is to stay here and not go anywhere.

Long Qing sighed, and could only take a step back, relying on his powerful sense of hearing to eavesdrop on the voices inside.

In fact, in general, such villas, the sound insulation effect will be very good, especially the mourning dog, as a gangster, has more bad things to plan, so it will pay more attention to the sound insulation effect. Long Qing tried it just now, and if he didn't concentrate all his strength, he wouldn't be able to distinguish the sound inside. Even if he concentrated, it was very difficult for him to distinguish the voice of the mourning dog from the extremely subtle sounds that leaked out.

But now, lurking in, Long Qing has no other way but to eavesdrop.

Long Qing found a relatively inconspicuous position, stopped, and then closed his eyes and began to listen quietly.

After a while, Long Qing opened his eyes, he didn't hear the sound of the mourning dog, was the other party at home or sleeping? Long Qing couldn't be sure.

In the next few hours, Long Qing kept listening, but he never found the sound of the mourning dog.

"Could it be that he is not at home today? That is really unlucky!" Long Qing frowned, if the mourning dog was really not at home, everything he did today would be in vain, should he go out now, sneak in tomorrow, or just wait here for another night?

While hesitating, Long Qing suddenly heard a commotion coming, and at the gate, a luxurious Rolls-Royce slowly drove in, and did not stop until it reached the door of the villa.

The mourning dog and a monk in red monk's robes walked down from inside.

The monk looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with kind eyebrows, a ring scar on his head, and a large rosary around his neck. His monk's robe is a little shabby, and the cloth shoes he wears under his feet have also made up several pieces of various colors, and he looks like a simple monk.

But the moment Long Qing saw this monk, he looked away. Because he clearly felt that this monk turned out to be a Dan Dao master!

It was really surprising that there was a Dan Dao master next to the mourning dog. Is this the confidence he has to take the position of gang leader?

"Master, please!" the mourning dog bowed slightly, and said to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk raised his hand slightly, indicating that he returned the salute, and then walked into the room first.

Long Qing immediately closed his eyes and focused almost all of his energy on his ears, he wanted to hear what the mourning dog and the middle-aged monk would say.

In the villa, the mourning dog took the middle-aged monk to a conversation room on the second floor, and after letting the middle-aged monk sit down, he personally made a cup of tea for the monk.

"Thank you, donor!" said the middle-aged monk to the mourning dog.

The mourning dog smiled and said: "Master, you are polite, the day after tomorrow is the meeting of our Fuqing Gang, and it will be up to you to help me support the scene when the time comes!"

"Donor, please rest assured, the matter of the food king's loyalty to the king, the old man will naturally do his best to ensure that the donor you sit in the position of the helper!" said the middle-aged monk with a smile.

The mourning dog said: "Master, your Dharma is boundless, I am naturally relieved." None of our Fuqing Gang is an opponent of the master, but there was once a traitor, and he had a powerful backstage, which made me a little worried. ”

"Oh, I wonder if the donor can elaborate on it!" the middle-aged monk said lightly.

"That's right, the third child of the torture hall who died just a few days ago, he once adopted a girl, and this girl was sentenced to the Fuqing Gang more than half a year ago. The girl herself has some kung fu, but she is naturally far from being compared with the master. But she has an older brother who is quite powerful and has unfathomable kung fu. I've fought his brother before, and I can't even see what he's doing. When this girl was judged, I also sent many of my men to chase and kill her, but in the end, almost none of them came back. This time, the third elder of the torture hall is dead, Wang Hai will definitely tell the news to that girl, she will come back nine times out of ten, if her brother comes back, it will all depend on you, master! In fact, I very much suspect that the girl has already returned, but now she is hiding somewhere, waiting to trouble me!"

The middle-aged monk smiled faintly: "Donor, please rest assured, no matter how strong the enemy is, the old man will surrender it with all his might!"

The mourning dog was overjoyed: "If you have a master, you will naturally be nine out of ten." As long as you can solve this girl and her brother this time, the contemptible people will give five thousand and a half incense money to help the Buddha shape a golden body!"

"Amitabha, the old Buddha thanks the donor for his generosity!"