After returning the Buddha beads to Shi Xin, Ye Zixuan walked along the subway line to Mong Kok.

In the intelligence of the coffin board, Chen Tiance's cunning rabbit three caves, Baolian Temple, Fishing Boat Singing Night and Brilliant Hotel, are the places where he stays every night, and the Brilliant Hotel is in the depths of Mong Kok, Ye Zixuan wants to take advantage of the fact that the night is not too deep, and scan the environment of the Brilliant Hotel in the past, so as to facilitate future planning and arrangement, and he must take the other party in one fell swoop when he starts again.

Mong Kok is located in the Yau Tsim Mong District of Hong Kong, located in the middle of the Kowloon Peninsula, is an early development area, most famous for typhoon shelters and temples, there are many traces of the old days, it is not difficult to find old cake shops, shrine shops, mahjong parlors and other traditional shops in the streets and alleys.

But it is also the chaos of Hong Kong Island.

Behind the glamour hides darkness and squalour, which applies to any metropolis in the world, Mong Kok, the world's most densely populated Mong Kok, but also has an invisible side, with old buildings on both sides of the narrow streets, resting on the mainland, and eighty percent of them have to be classified as shantytowns.

This is one of the highest crime rates on Hong Kong Island, with the largest youth drug addiction community in the area.

Several major gang forces are staggered here, fighting endlessly, and there will be a fight from time to time, but Ye Zixuan didn't care much, while taking the coffin board out of the Mong Kok subway station, while scanning the photos of the brilliant hotel found on the Internet, the name is quite domineering, but in fact, it is not much stronger than the hotel next to the railway station in the mainland county town for 30 yuan to stay for one night.

"This guy is pretty good at hiding."

Ye Zixuan looked at the photo on his mobile phone, and then locked the direction of the hotel and walked forward, but just after turning an intersection, he saw the coffin board body flashing, and his expression was on guard in front of Ye Zixuan.

More than 100 people blocked the street, the car couldn't pass, and people couldn't squeeze forward, occasionally a few passers-by tried to pass through, but they were all kicked over mercilessly by the men and women in masks, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and when a touch of coldness flashed in the eyes of the coffin board, Ye Zixuan pulled the coffin board and retreated a few meters, and he had already judged that this group of men and women was definitely not coming for him.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Just when Ye Zixuan and the coffin board retreated to the door frame of a closed shop, a large number of burly men poured out from behind, holding shields and batons, as if they were heavily armed riot police, more than 100 well-trained policemen stepped forward, and the shields stretched forward to block the way of the men and women in masks, and the two sides quickly stopped pushing forward.

The distance between the two parties is less than ** meters, one side has a club hanging low, and the other side is guarded by a shield, as if it is a public incident, but Ye Zixuan and the coffin board are a little depressed, they want to leave but are blocked, and they want to tell themselves that they are soy sauce, but they provoke the eyes of both sides to scrutinize them wantonly, and they both regard the two as pawns of the other camp.

"Listen, stop moving!"

A hook-nosed police officer stepped up to the front and shouted over a loudspeaker, "Immediately lay down your arms and be investigated by the police." ”

"Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law, and you can take legal action if you have demands."

"Shut up! Shut up! ”

A middle-aged woman wearing a mask burst out, holding a wooden stick and interrupting the police in a loud voice: "You powerful lackeys will only bully unemployed hawkers." ”

"Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law, but the law is already in the hands of the powerful."

"The election is dead, which is a misfortune for Hong Kong, and it is also a great blessing for Hong Kong, and it is unfortunate that there are people who do not represent our grassroots people."

"It's fortunate because it completely uncovers the faces of those in power to us."

The middle-aged woman waved the wooden stick in her hand, exuding the words of igniting the people's life: "There is no democracy, no prosperity, no life guarantee, and even the election in front of everyone has been castrated, let alone us who are ordinary people?" In the 20 years since the return, the economy has not taken off, only the class has been consolidated, and 20 years ago he received 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. ”

"Twenty years later, I still receive 10,000 Hong Kong dollars."

When the men and women around her were in turmoil, the middle-aged woman continued to raise her arms and shout: "There are newspapers without voices, there are media without truth, there are systems without votes, we are like children who enter fairy tales, we have always believed in a better tomorrow but have never seen it, and the occasional welfare is only aspirin, which temporarily relieves pain but cannot be broken forever." ”

When Ye Zixuan's brows furrowed slightly and he felt that this voice was a little familiar, the hook-nosed officer straightened his face and interrupted the middle-aged woman's words with a loudspeaker:

"Your actions have violated the laws of Hong Kong!"

"Immediately lay down your arms, dismiss innocent people, and be investigated!"

The hook-nosed police officer's voice was like a bell: "Don't resist stubbornly, don't ruin your future." ”

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with them, rush over, rush over, rush over to rescue the suffering brothers and sisters."

The middle-aged woman shouted like chicken blood: "The police don't dare to attack us, rushing over is victory." It's just that although she kept tricking her companions to charge, she slowed down and fell behind the crowd, looking like she was running away at any time: "Let's crush this group of powerful lackeys and let the whole world hear our voice." ”

With the middle-aged woman's indignant shouting, nearly 100 people carried wooden sticks forward, and kept shouting to help, the police hurriedly held the shield, and at the same time sprayed pepper water into the air, the two sides quickly collided, the sound of wooden planks knocking, shield impact, glass throwing, and the cry of choking pepper, the scene was indescribably chaotic.

In mid-air, countless plastic bags were thrown away, several adjacent shops were smashed glass, and many police officers were bleeding.

There is no doubt that men and women with masks come prepared.

"Whoosh!"

When Ye Zixuan and the coffin board were close to the door frame and watched the good show in front of them, the two men in masks glanced at each other and threw the plastic bag in their hands to them, and the bag whistled and smashed towards the two, without waiting for Ye Zixuan to react, the coffin board kicked the wall with his left foot, his body bounced up violently, and his right foot kicked out lightly, and the two plastic bags reflected back, as fast as meteors.

"Bang bang!"

Two piercing loud sounds, two men with masks who couldn't dodge, their foreheads were suddenly smashed open by stones, and the blood flowed down instantly, staining the masks red, shocking.

"The police beat people!"

"The police beat people."

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman shouted: "Dark society, shameless and powerful. ”

"Bang bang bang!"

Several people waved wooden sticks towards the coffin board again, but the coffin board did not blink its eyes, and kicked out again and again without saying a word, and several men and women flew out directly.

A young man got up, didn't pick up the wooden stick again, and directly picked up a wine bottle next to him and rushed up, not forgetting to roar at the top of his voice, but before he could touch the coffin board, he was kicked by the coffin board, and the whole person flew out upside down, and four or five people who had just rushed up with wooden sticks behind him were knocked to the ground by their companions.

Five people huddled together, and their weapons fell to the ground.

More than a dozen masks men and women were stunned for a second or two, and then one by one was filled with righteous indignation, shouting and scolding around the coffin board, the two young men just waved the wooden stick out, and was cut off by the coffin board with one hand, and then swept out with one foot, the two of them turned over and fell, and the next second, two wooden sticks in their hands were thrown out, and a man and a woman were hit, holding their abdomen and withdrawing backwards.

In just three seconds, almost ten people fell to the ground, the middle-aged woman and the police were dumbfounded, stunned that they didn't see how people acted, the leading hook-nosed police officer, who had a lot of dealings with the underworld, and had personally felt the bloody taste of the fight, and had also seen a lot of red stick methods, which could be compared with the one in front of him, it seemed to be a person in two realms.

"Get out!"

When the onlookers were surprised, the coffin board casually took two steps forward, and the men and women who originally came tremblingly took two steps back, and then carefully looked at the fierce man who was killed halfway, without any expression on his pale face, cold and calm, and his body was slender but straight.

He poked in front of his eyes, bringing people an unshakable sense of oppression.

"Coffin board, take her down for me."

Ye Zixuan locked onto the middle-aged woman who was very familiar, and tilted his head slightly to issue a command.

The coffin board nodded indifferently, and shot like a sharp arrow at the middle-aged woman not far away、、、、

Mid-levels, famous for its luxury homes.

The ancients said that the great hidden in the court, but Hong Kong Island has a saying that the great hidden in the mountains originates from the mansions in the mid-levels, and their owners are either rich or noble, and they are rich and noble.

In the mid-levels, there is a set of more than 100 square meters of property, you have become among the ranks of the rich, if you can afford to buy a single-family villa with a garden pool, then congratulations, you are definitely famous most of the people are familiar with the celebrities and magnates, such as Dong, Li, Guo, Huo, Zheng, this society, the house has become an important benchmark for class.

Both in mainland China and in Hong Kong.

In the scattered villa complexes in the middle of the mountain, the Chen family's house, one of the four wealthy families, is the most low-key and the most humble, but don't think that the influence and strength of the old man of the Chen family are far inferior to a few super-rich neighbors, on the underworld in Hong Kong, the face of the Chen family is definitely more weighty than the face of Li Jiacheng and Dong Dahua, and sometimes it is more useful than the chief executive.

In addition to the fact that the Chen family is from the underworld, the old man of the Chen family is also close to foreign forces.

At this moment, in the luxuriously decorated study, a shreckless and restrained old man was squinting at Brother Ji, whose face was full of scars, and pushed a check with his fingers:

"Aki, here's your reward for tonight!"

Brother Ji picked up the check and glanced at it, his body was shocked, and his face was happy: "Old Chen, this money is too much, right?" ”

"Not much, this is what you deserve, and you can make a friend."

The old man's smiling face carried a hint of murderous intent: "The operation in Mong Kok, come a few more times, it must be messed up, disabled, and known to the world." ”

Brother Ji nodded: "Understood." ”

"As long as you do your best, if you have what I eat, there will be something for you."

"In the next Hutchison election, I'll think of something for you to win."

The old man's face was full of deep murderous intent: "The ghost head king is not willing to be a dog, so let him be a dead man." ”