He Zifeng walked into Legome on time at 8 p.m., and it was his first time in this place. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tonight, he brought Xiao Liu over, this place Xiao Liu is familiar, He Zifeng thinks that he is not suitable for managing the gambling house, this dance hall is more suitable for him.

The waiter handed over a cup of Martell, He Zifeng sniffed it, then frowned and took a sip, just turned around and wanted to say something to Xiaoliu, but when he looked up, the cup of Martell tap water flowed into his stomach, and there was not a drop left.

Is this thing so delicious? He Zifeng asked, and then raised his cup to the seventh master who was sitting on the second floor and waved to him, but said to Xiao Liu, this thing smells of industrial alcohol, and the smell of formalin in the hospital is better than this.

With that, he went upstairs.

In his words, He Zifeng is also a celebrity in Shanghai and a celebrity in the gendarmerie headquarters, and it is a bit inconsistent not to come to this kind of place.

In fact, He Zifeng didn't think that if he had an identity, he had to come to Legome, but he still came, because the seventh master was right, he is now a celebrity.

Celebrities should go where celebrities are, and Legomers is a place for celebrities.

He Zifeng sat there, overlooking the below, the crowded heads, the bewitching escort girl, the businessman in a straight suit, the Japanese officer in military uniform, the refracted lights here and the quiet night outside formed a sharp contrast, he even saw a few rickshaw drivers sitting outside the revolving door, looking in from time to time, expecting to pull a business.

Xiao Liu was standing beside He Zifeng, in front of the bar below, Tu Tianchong was chatting with a man, looked up and saw him, waved his hand, Xiao Liu also waved his hand, signaling him to come up.

The man was still sitting, Tu Tian rushed up, looked at Xiao Liu, who was dressed in a straight suit, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, obediently, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I look like a dog.

Xiao Liu squeezed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, pointed at He Zifeng, who was sitting in front of him, and then gave a thumbs up, Tu Tianchong understood, and patted him on the shoulder heavily.

Just 10 hours before He Zifeng stepped into Legome, in the underground cell of the Japanese military police headquarters, Zhao Tuo hung like a dead dog on a thick cross pile.

This cross stake was hung by Ge Can and Zhu Yushi, but they were all sacrificed, but Zhao Tuo did not die, he hung there, and there were almost no injuries on his body, saying that he was a dead dog lifted him a little.

In the morning, Maruharu Yamaguchi conducted a surprise interrogation of him, and Zhao Tuo was arrested by a patrol in the Japanese-occupied area in the second half of the night last night.

Compared to the butcher-like Shiichiro Tanaka, Yamaguchi Maruji is more like an artist, holding a sharp knife, stabbing into Zhao Tuo's arm inch by inch, and slowly slashing in the direction of his neck amid his screams.

Zhao Tuo screamed, Yamaguchi Maruji was smiling, he slammed the knife, blood splashed Zhao Tuo's face, and the scream was immediately blocked in his throat.

There were four things on the table, alcohol, a fan, salt, and a squeaky rat in a bottle.

Zhao Tuo looked at Yamaguchi Maroji in horror, he was still smiling, and while smiling, he turned around and picked up the bottle of alcohol, and whispered to Zhao Tuo, bear with it, feel it slowly, and remember to tell me your experience later, okay?

Without waiting for Zhao Tuo to plead, he carefully poured the alcohol on the wound little by little, and Zhao Tuo's screams suddenly resounded throughout the basement.

Yamaguchi Maruji closed his eyes and enjoyed this beautiful music, and then asked Zhao Tuo, how is it? Are you feeling okay? Oh yes, I forgot. As he spoke, he picked up the fan and fanned it quickly at the wound.

The pain decreased a lot, and dense beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Tuo's forehead, he rolled his eyes and looked at Yamaguchi Maruji, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, Tai, Taijun, you let me go, I am really just an ordinary person.

The smile on Yamaguchi Maruji's face retracted, he nodded lightly, and suddenly stabbed the knife in his hand into Zhao Tuo's other arm, and the screams came out immediately, Yamaguchi Maruji pulled violently, turned around and picked up the bottle of salt and sprinkled it frantically on the wound, muttering in his mouth, people, people! Commoners!! Commoners!!!

It didn't seem to be enough, he unbuttoned Zhao Tuo's pants, took off his pants, and looked at his lower body with a cruel smile, the mouse screamed happily, but Zhao Tuo's face became iron-blue.

Yamaguchi Maruji smiled, laughing very happily, he grabbed the mouse, slowly probed into Zhao Tuo's lower body, but said to himself, you know? Rats generally don't eat living animals, but when people are afraid, they emit a special smell, which is simply too tempting for them, and now I'll show you how rats eat living animals......

No! No! I say...... I'll say everything......

Zhao Tuo's mental defense line almost collapsed, and Yamaguchi Maruji withdrew, and he looked at the scars on Zhao Tuo's arms with satisfaction, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

The Shanghai Station of the Military Command accepted a secret mission today, and Zhao Tuo did not know what this task was, but he knew that someone would go to the Legome of the French Concession tonight to connect with the people of the Shanghai Station hoe team and issue a task.

Some?!

I don't know, I only know so much!

Maruharu Yamaguchi let go of the hand that was pulling Zhao Tuo's hair, and he walked out of the basement and told Nako Ono the news.

As soon as it was dark, Yuya Kato looked at the two cars of gendarmes and whispered to Shiichiro Tanaka, it's too obvious, change it, let the people from the secret service department go, ambush around Legome, don't let go of a suspicious character.

Shiichiro Tanaka went, Yuya Kato got into the car, Zhao Tuo in the front passenger seat, changed into clean clothes, and it was Maruji Yamaguchi who drove.

The car slowly drove into the French Concession, and pulled over on a street opposite Legome, and Maruji Yamaguchi took out the cigarette, thought about it, and put it back again.

Kato Yuya saw He Zifeng and Xiaoliu walking in, and he asked Zhao Tuo, is it these two people? Zhao Tuo squinted his eyes and shook his head.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

He Zifeng felt bored, turned his head and said to Xiaoliu, let's go, I invite you to supper. Xiao Liu smiled after hearing this, and he said, don't you invite the seventh master?

He eats better than I do.

The seventh master laughed out loud when he said this, He Zifeng stood up, and he saw a few people walking in the direction of the door.

The revolving door turned, and more than a dozen big men rushed in, holding guns, and stood in a row to block the door, and one of them fired two shots at the ceiling, and the hall suddenly became chaotic.

Some people wanted to run out, but when they saw what they saw, they couldn't help but retreat, and gradually, the hall fell silent, and the band on the stage stopped playing.

It's Japanese. He Zifeng sat back in his position and said to the seventh master beside him, what are they going to do?

The devil knows what they're going to do! The Seventh Master snorted coldly and stood up at the same time as Yuya Kato and Zhao Tuo came in.

Zhao Tuo looked around, and suddenly pointed to the direction of the curtain on the stage and shouted, he was there!

Several big men immediately chased after him, and the man quickly climbed onto the stage, and the gun rang out, not hitting him, but hitting a musician next to him.

The man disappeared behind the curtain, and when He Zifeng, the Seventh Master and Xiao Liu saw this scene, they turned their heads to look at Tu Tianchong almost at the same time.

The latter's face turned pale.