Boom......

Knock Knock......

Knock knock knock......

A powerful knock on the door hit the eardrums of everyone in the box, and the old man looked at the young man in front of him with his head tilted, his blood-lined face wrinkled into a brilliant fold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Everybody has their youth, their moments of frivolity, and I can understand that...... But this world is very practical, and everyone who lives in it must be responsible for what they do. You came to the headquarters of Black Gold today, and you have the guts...... It's been a mess, people have beaten me, and even beaten me, uncle doesn't blame you, understand you...... But in the same way, what Uncle is going to do to you next, I hope you can understand it......"

When the old man said this, his voice was not loud, but his temperament was restrained, which made people feel the heavy oppressive force from the superior without being angry. The young man in the black trench coat opened his mouth and subconsciously stroked his forehead, his eyes complicated. The gun in his hand was still there, but as the young man wiped his forehead, it looked frivolous.

"Old man, you intimidate me......"

When the old man saw this, the smile in the corner of his eyes became stronger. He has worked hard all the way up from a gangster, and he has seen all kinds of people, and there are some who are more nonsensical than the person in front of him. But the strength and fragility of a person is determined by the environment, and for whatever reason, this person has come to this point. But the situation in front of this man, the situation in front of this man, was that the friend he called to relieve the siege was besieged and killed. Outside the thin door, dozens of heavily armed black and gold elites were waiting to break his body into pieces.

"Surrender, Uncle promises, leave you all ......"

A swarthy butt slammed into the old man's body again before the word 'corpse' could be spoken. This time, the butt hit not the forehead, but the left cheek. The old man named Heijin was stunned again, and the young man on the opposite side had already withdrawn the butt of the gun, and the handle was slammed on the table again, with a fierce expression: "You talk nonsense...... Leave me with all my corpses - look at what you can ......"

The sixty-three-year-old man was beaten four times in succession by a young and strong young man in less than half an hour, and his steady demeanor as a gang leader was a little overwhelmed by anger. Black Gold spat on bloody spit, holding the bench with the back of his hand, panting, his teeth a little loose when he was hit on the side of his face by the butt of the gun.

Knock Knock......

Knock knock knock......

The people inside open the door......

The knock on the door was still ringing at this moment, and everyone looked at the young man, who also looked at the people, and the gun in his hand turned and turned his head slightly. At that moment, the knock on the door suddenly stopped for a second, and then someone kicked it open from the outside.

The fresh and faint fishy air filled people's nasal membranes with the opening of the door, and in the blurred vision, a young man in sportswear, at the junction of the door frame and the door frame, with a very windy shape, couldn't wait to meet people's eyes.

This person is none other than Mitsumasa Tokugawa, the clothes were newly bought a few hours ago, with a retro hood design, men-only, which adds a touch of mature tone to his originally young and immature face.

The man kicked in the door, quickly glanced at the interior of the room with a calm face, and finally fixed his gaze on Ha's down-to-earth body, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Tokugawa Mitsumasa killed the so-called elite of Black Gold, and when he came in, the faint screams outside the door had not stopped. The man was holding a short knife in one hand, and the evil aura after the murder was strong, and the tip of the knife was dripping blood: "What are you doing......"

The astonishing scene shocked everyone in the room, including Black Gold, and the god-killing young man ignored them, frowning and looking at the other young man in the room.

"Haha, ah, ha, something went wrong, little fork ......" The other party was stared at by someone who came, a little embarrassed, and touched his head: "This grandson is playing yin, quietly let people surround me, Liangqiu, thanks to you coming, I'm so scared......"

The man who claimed to be Xue Yijie was actually Griffith said this, and Tokugawa Mitsumasa grimaced, gritted his teeth, and didn't speak for a long time. He brought a small shock bomb with him, and he didn't expect to encounter such a situation. When I came just now, I saw the crowd surging, so I subconsciously threw one into the pile, and Peng poured a piece.

Most of the remaining ones who were still standing were knocked unconscious by the head of the Tokugawa family, and some were killed by the fact that they couldn't hold their hands. At this time, from inside the door, the narrow and narrow field of vision was full of people, but it also looked magnificent. These people were far and near, their bodies were bleeding, some of them were exposing their upper bodies, and some of them were lying on the ground with only a gray hand exposed, and they didn't know if they were dead or alive.

The angle of the old man named Black Gold naturally took in all of this, he looked at the scenery outside the door tremblingly, his arms were still subconsciously folded, the knuckles of his left hand were holding the back of his right hand hard, his lips pursed, and he trembled a little - a minute ago, he was still smugly threatening the other party.

At this point, the end of the whole affair has been revealed - Griffith has kidnapped the boss of Black Gold, and Tokugawa Mitsumasa has 'slaughtered' his younger brother. Of course, this is not an ending that everyone willingly accepts, but it has come to this point, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. As the old man said, this world is ...... Very practical.

"It's this old man, who calls himself Black Gold, the number one human trafficker in Lang Son City...... No, this is the information I brought from the bureau, you look at this file, how bad he is......"

The young man named Xue Yijie took out a small volume of information pages from his arms, flipped through a few pages casually, and handed it to the new young man in sportswear. The man on the other side glanced at him, pressed the fire, took it with his left hand, and threw it on the table.

"Hao Er Zhongtai's matter, how is the investigation."

"Well, I was about to ask. This old man talks a lot, and he doesn't let people talk......"

"Don't make trouble, the action must be accelerated, Hao Er Zhongtai ......"

……

The voices diffused through the wooden door into the air outside the box, and ten minutes later, Griffith walked out with a somewhat dazed expression. He has completed the interrogation of the old man.

Judging from Griffith's intelligence on Heijin's interrogation, Heijin doesn't seem to have anything to do with Haoer Zhongtai, who they are looking for. The old man in his sixties, Kurojin, did not lie, and for such a weak old man, it was not an easy task to tell lies in front of Tokugawa Mitsumasa and Griffith.

Tokugawa Mitsumasa also took out a photo of Koji Nakatai for Kurojin to identify, but the old man's eyes were clear and confused, obviously he had never seen the person in the photo.

The outcome was disappointing, but it was not for nothing.

The old man who has not seen it, or even heard the name of Hao Er Zhongtai, is not without the possibility of serving the former, but the latter may not know it.

Griffith asked Black Gold to bring the bills and transaction details of the organization in recent years, and the old man was disillusioned and did not resist much. Black gold is worthy of being a big organization, and it has rules for doing things, and the bills from the year before last to the present have recorded the weight of three notebooks.

The Great Demon pulled out one of these notebooks, flipped through it, thought about it, took out another one, flipped through it, and seemed to realize that he paused for a moment on a certain page number, then turned back two pages, and put the page down and put it back on the table, and then pulled out another ......

Five minutes have passed since I learned about Suo.

"Tokugawa master, come and see here...... These records document the whereabouts of most of the missing persons in Lang Son City, most of whom are men, from the age of four to twenty, while the traditional human trafficking is more skewed towards women and children under the age of three...... And more than half of the whereabouts of these missing men have gone here......"

Griffith's fingers tapped heavily on the edge of the yellowed notebook, and Hikaru Tokugawa squinted at the paper, where a man's name was skewed on the paper.

"Chen Fan......" Tokugawa Mitsumasa subconsciously thought.

"Remember this person, the younger brother of the third hall master of the Sea Dog Gang, who went to study in the East for a period of time four years ago, and now helps his brother take care of some external affairs. This person is so old-fashioned and elegant, likes to visit teahouses and collect antiques, but on the surface, he is just a gangster. But since his name appears here, I suspect that this person is doing things for Hao Er Zhongtai. Griffith pointed to the scroll as he spoke, then pulled out another ledger and opened it and pointed at Mitsumasa Tokugawa. After all, the Sea Dog Gang and studying abroad from the East, these words are indeed somewhat reminiscent of these words.

But these are actually very deep things, and they require a lot of relevant experience and clever means. No one can dig up so many traces with just a notebook, and the big demon also checked it step by step and thought of it by chance. So much so that when the big demon turned his face, he met the surprised gaze of Tokugawa Mitsumasa.

"Why are you looking at me like this, these are the information you showed me last time, your family in the Vietnam branch collected it yourself, I just helped to string it together...... Well, you're just too lazy, you should really care more about the work of your subordinates......"

Griffith said as he put the page back in its place, and he shrugged his shoulders at the head of the Tokugawa family, who was still looking at him, who was still looking at him with a complicated expression, but the demon had already pulled the old man named Kurokane away a few steps, and lowered his head to ask for something.

The expression of the head of the Tokugawa family twitched, and it was not a question of laziness or not at all......

In fact, what Griffith had just said was indeed the information collected by the Tokugawa family's branch, and Tokugawa Mitsumasa had copied a copy to him so that he could investigate the Koji Chutai affair.

However, although this information is categorized, the amount of information is huge. Mitsumasa Tokugawa used a printer to print out these materials, and they were packed in a small box.

Crucially, it has only been 39 hours since Mitsumasa Tokugawa officially handed over Griffith to these dazzling, irregular and playful texts that would make you feel dazzling at first glance. And in the past 39 hours, this comrade-in-arms from the Black Mask, he is so busy, and he has spent most of his time and energy on other things besides reading, such as the search for black gold this time.

So the question is, with so much time and so many things crammed together, how did Griffith memorize these materials so that he found the crux of the problem in the first time he opened the notebook.

What an astonishing reading speed and memory, what a sharp eye and efficiency......

And the other good news was Griffith asked from the mouth of the old man in black gold.

Recently, probably tomorrow night, there will be a transaction between Heijin and Chen Fan. The target of this trade was a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boyish males, all of whom were physically strong types, and in ancient times, slaves who could be sold for a good price.

Slaves or something, Tokugawa Mitsumasa didn't care. As long as Heijin and Chen Fan still have business dealings, the head of the Tokugawa family is sure to find out the man standing behind Chen Fan.

And history has its striking repetition. Twelve hours later, Hei Jin took his subordinate Old Jack, who had just had his little finger cut off, and drove all the way to the outskirts of Lang Son, an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time.

The car that Hei Jin was sitting in this time was a large truck, the compartment was thickened with iron sheets, and the outside was painted with a layer of white paint, which was a little shabby.

Griffith was in the driver's seat of the van and drove, Black Gold was in the passenger seat, and the man named Old Jack was left in the car.