Not for the distance to follow.

After walking a few steps, the two of them stopped at the side of the road, and Fang Buwei heard a crisp ringing bell, and a tram drove this way without hurrying.

Hu Yueming raised his hand, and the tram stopped.

Seeing Hu Yueming and the thin man getting into the carriage at the back of the tram, Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

Dogmatism kills.

Hu Yueming was born in a rich family, handsome, and talked extraordinary, and he has always been an upper-class celebrity in Shanghai, and he can guess one or two from his outfit last night and now.

So Fang Buwei was dressed as a successful person, thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to talk to him.

But dressed so brightly, these two people squeezed into the third-class carriage?

All the trams in Shanghai are divided into classes, and the first-class carriage is the most expensive and spacious, and most of the seats are foreigners.

The third-class carriages had the lowest fares, crowded like canned sardines, and were filled with petty traders and coolies.

It's not that Fang Buwei doesn't want to sit, but it's too conspicuous.

As soon as Hu Yueming and the thin man got on the train, the people in the carriage squeezed hard to both sides, for fear that they would know that they would be treated like this after they got on the bus.

As soon as he got in the car, he would be seen by Hu Yueming that something was wrong.

To follow or not to follow?

If you don't follow, you won't be able to grasp the specific situation on Hu Yueming's side, and you don't know what is the most appropriate contact with him.

Forget it, let's go, I'm here to see him anyway, even if it's seen in advance, it doesn't matter much.

Fang Buwei took a few quick steps and got into the car before the door closed.

When he saw Fang Buwei, the conductor was directly stunned.

Fang Buwei deliberately put on makeup when he went out, his lips were red and his teeth were white, the accelerator was powdered, and he was dressed in a woolen suit, so he was dressed like a son.

Such a character ran to the last class carriage to join in the fun.

The conductor subconsciously leaned back, for fear of rubbing the sweat stains on Fang Buwei's body.

Fang Buwei touched his pocket and took out a wallet.

Among them are the ocean, there are silver horns, and there are some banknotes, which are quite numerous.

The time was too tight, so I didn't have time to take out the change alone.

The few people crowded at the door all looked sideways, and Hu Yueming also stared at Fang Buwei.

In addition to curiosity and doubts, Hu Yueming always felt that Fang Buwei had a trace of familiarity.

But looking at Fang Buwei's face again, Hu Yueming couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Hu Yueming lightly touched the thin man, and the thin man nodded, meaning that he understood.

They sit in the third-class carriage for fear of meeting acquaintances, what is this young boy for?

The two of them squeezed backwards and squeezed to the back door.

Fang Buwei didn't follow, as long as Hu Yueming got out of the car, he would find out as soon as possible, and he would mention it from the front door.

Fang Buwei put the recovered change into his trouser pocket, bypassed a vegetable basket under his feet, and got out of the way of the tram door, leaning against the window on the side of the door.

The two men standing in the middle of the carriage glanced at each other, squeezed in this side hard, and squeezed to Fang Buwei's side.

Fang Buwei just glanced at it and saw what these two were doing.

The people's hearts are not ancient, and they are exhausted with the times, and the blade party has it in this era?

When the blade in a man's hand slashed into Fang Buwei's pocket, Fang Buwei's hand was like electricity, like a plice, and grabbed the man's hand holding the blade.

The man screamed "ah".

Seeing the blade between the man's fingers, the people nearby squeezed back hard.

"Thief?" A small vendor next to him slammed his purse into his pocket.

"Xu Dachang in the New World, six hundred oceans, can you afford to pay for it?" Fang Buwei raised his other hand and pointed to the suit on his body.

At this time, Xu Dachang Ji has swept Shanghai and is listed as one of the top handmade suits.

In order to cater to foreign guests, in two months, Hui Tat Cheong Kee will be renamed "Pelomon"!

Fang Bu didn't think he could draw it, so he picked the most inferior set, and the suit of 600 oceans was only a second-class product, ranking fifth in Xu Dachang Ji.

The price of a first-class suit is 700 US dollars, nearly 2,000 oceans, and when you get it to Beiping, you can buy a set of courtyard houses in the former Qing Dynasty outside Xizhimen.

The bones on the man's wrists made a gurgling sound, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He pulled his hand desperately, but found that he didn't move.

"Let it go...... Let it go......" The man hissed, and kept glancing at his accomplice next to him.

Not only did the accomplice not dare to step forward, but they also desperately squeezed back.

What kind of person can afford to wear a suit worth 600 oceans?

What kind of fat sheep is this?

I'm afraid it's almost the same as a terrible wolf.

A glint flashed in Hu Yueming's eyes, and he whispered in the thin man's ear.

The skinny man nodded.

Fang Buwei broke hard, only heard the sound of "click", and the big man screamed miserably and knelt down directly.

......The train slowed down, and as soon as the doors opened, most of the people in the train ran away.

Fang Buwei raised his eyes and saw that Hu Yueming and the thin man also got out of the car.

"You're in luck!" Fang Buwei kicked over the man and got out of the car through the front door.

Hu Yueming and the thin man walked in different directions on the left and on the right.

Fang Buwei clapped his hands, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed behind Hu Yueming unhurriedly.

Hu Yueming turned around, no matter what method he used, Fang Buwei followed him tightly five or six meters away, like a maggot attached to the bone.

Can't get rid of it?

Can't go any further!

Hu Yueming gritted his teeth.

When turning a less crowded street corner, Hu Yueming quickly stuck to the back of the wall, took out a pistol and held it in his hand.

Fang Buwei slowed down and stopped less than two meters from the corner of the wall.

"Mr. Hu, my own people!" Fang Buwei whispered.

"Who are you?" Hu Yueming's eyes narrowed, and he gently opened the safety of the pistol.

"No questions asked!" Fang Buwei said softly.

Hu Yueming's body shook slightly.

Sleeping Tiger?

knows these four words, only Fang Buwei, at most one Lin Zhicheng.

Lin Zhicheng defected?

It shouldn't be Lin Zhicheng's reason.

Lin Zhicheng didn't know his specific hiding place, let alone his daily activities, even if he defected, it was impossible for the enemy spies to keep an eye on him in such a short time.

Unless the people around you have rebelled......

How did this person keep up with himself and know who he really was?

"Mr. Hu, if I want to arrest you, I can just set up an ambush in secret, and I don't need to follow you blatantly......" Fang Buwei reminded again.