Half an hour later, the bodyguards hurried back and stood in the hall to listen to orders.

In front of the bodyguard, the mourning dog paced back and forth. The doll was rescued, so the magic weapon to balance Uncle De was gone, but fortunately, now that the third master is dead, the doll is not in his hands, and it doesn't make much difference. Although Uncle De has a certain influence in the gang, he is a subordinate after all, and it is impossible to gather all the former subordinates of the third master together. In a way, I still don't have an opponent.

The mourning dog is not afraid that Uncle De will accuse him of assassinating the third master in front of the gang, because although he is the mastermind behind the scenes, the actual perpetrator is Uncle De. When the time comes, it's a big deal that he won't admit it, but it will be Uncle De himself, who has been accused of killing the master, and whether he can survive or not is another matter.

As for Wang Hai, the mourning dog is even more afraid, this person is just a lackey under the third master, the third master died, and then he was pushed to the front desk.

However, Wang Hai is only afraid of the brother and sister Yingzi and Long Qing, when Yingzi was in the gang before, he never put the mourning dog in his eyes, and there are few people in Yingzi's single-handed assassination gang who are not afraid. What's more, he also has an unfathomable brother.

The mourning dog will always remember that fight, he had no ability to react in front of Eiko's brother, and the devilish speed of the other party left a lingering nightmare in his mind. That's why he sent so many people to hunt down and kill at all costs.

Now, he's back!

The mourning dog was very suspicious that it was Yingzi's brother who sneaked into his manor last night.

"You immediately arrange for someone to keep an eye on Uncle De and Wang Hai for me to see where they have gone, and then find out to me if they have seen Yingzi! If you find any clues, report them to me immediately, understand?"

"Understand the boss!"

"Also, go down and tell the brothers, cheer me up these days, the real decisive battle is coming soon, if anyone relaxes, don't blame me for not reminding me when the time comes!"

The bodyguard hurriedly said, "Yes, boss!"

"Alright, let's go down!"

After the bodyguards went down, the mourning dog was still not at ease, just relying on these people under his own hands, they were definitely not the opponents of Yingzi and Long Qing's brothers and sisters, and to deal with them, only Master Sangma himself could take action.

The mourning dog glanced at his watch, it was now 8:40 in the morning, and Master Sangma should still be doing morning service in his room, and there were still twenty minutes to go.

After waiting in the hall for another twenty minutes, the mourning dog hesitated to the door of Master Sangma's room.

"Come in!" the mourning dog was about to knock on the door, and the voice of Master Sangma was already heard inside.

The mourning dog gently pushed open the door, and Master Sangma sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed, and the room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

"The donor's mind seems to be a little confused!" Master Sangma opened his eyes and said calmly.

The mourning dog smiled bitterly, the enemy family had come to the door, how could he not be in a mess, so he recounted in detail what happened from last night to today.

Master Sangma was a little surprised after hearing this, and said, "So when we came back last night, that person might have been in the manor?"

The mourning dog nodded: "It is very likely that he already knows about your existence, Master, as for our conversation in the room, it is not clear if he hears it or not!"

Master Sangma shook his head: "There's no way he'll hear it." Donor, your room is very well insulated, even if I am in the room, it is difficult to hear the sound of talking outside. ”

The mourning dog said: "It's best if you don't hear it." ”

"You search for this person's whereabouts as soon as possible, and after you find it, the old man will naturally personally help you solve this hidden danger!" Master Sangma said in a deep voice.

The mourning dog was overjoyed and said, "Then there is Master Lao!"

Master Sangma wanted to touch Long Qing, and Long Qing wanted to touch Master Sangma even more, but now that the other party lived in a well-defended manor with mourning dogs, Long Qing couldn't touch it even if he wanted to.

The mourning dog was thinking about how to find out Long Qing, and Long Qing was also thinking about how to bring Master Sangma out, thinking about it, there was only one strategy to lure the snake out of the hole!

The mourning dog must now know that Jiang Jun's gang was killed by himself, so he should be frantically looking for his whereabouts now, as long as he pretends to be accidentally discovered by him, I am afraid that the Sangma master will chase after him personally.

Thinking of this, Long Qing planned to go to Wang Hai. Now Wang Hai's residence must be full of mourning dog's eyeline, once he appears, I'm afraid that the mourning dog will get the news immediately.

After chatting with Wang Hai for a while, Long Qing left Wang Hai's house, and sure enough, when he came out, he felt that there was more than one tail behind him.

Long Qing called a taxi and headed in the direction of the suburbs.

At the same time, the mourning dog got the news in the villa: "Boss, today a mysterious young man went to visit Wang Hai, this is the video of the person we are watching wearing back!"

A bodyguard handed the mobile phone to the mourning dog, the mourning dog glanced at it, and said coldly: "It's him, tell everyone to keep an eye on me, if anyone loses it, they will come to see me." I'll send someone to support me soon!"

"Yes!" the bodyguard hurried away, and the herald went. The mourning dog also stood up and walked to Master Sangma's room again.

After Long Qing got off the bus in the suburbs, he sat down by a river at random, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery in the river. He stretched out his hand, and five or six people were sneakily hiding in the distance, staring at this place with blazing eyes. The boss of the mourning dog gave a death order, and these people did not dare to slack off.

About half an hour later, three or four cars drove over, and dozens of people poured out of the car, surrounding a middle-aged monk and walking towards Long Qing.

Long Qing sat by the river, with his back to the group, holding a dog's tail grass in his hand and playing boringly, as if he didn't hear the chaotic sound behind him at all.

Master Sangma walked behind Long Qing and frowned slightly, because he didn't feel anything special about the person in front of him. The other party's breathing, heartbeat, and blood flow are clearly a slightly stronger ordinary person, where is it like the master described by the mourning dog.

"Could it be that you have recognized the wrong person?" Master Sangma thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, the other party turned around and was a handsome young man with an approachable smile on his face.

"After waiting for so long, it's finally here, your efficiency is really slow!" Long Qing said.

"Is it really him?" said Master Sangma.