Tokyo, Japan.

"You must protect Master Ma, otherwise we won't give you a piece of the goods here."

Hoko Sasaki is lying in the bathtub, her figure is hidden by the rich foam, revealing a touch of her collarbone, holding her mobile phone, looking at the city with brilliant lights outside the glass.

She is the mother of Kiyoko Imamura and the wife of Shimokawa Imamura.

She is also the sister-in-law of Japan's largest drug trafficking group and Tianyi Group.

She just received news that an international killer took over Ma Ye's business and has gone to Hong Kong Island.

On the other side of the phone, Ni Yongxiao, who had just returned to China, knelt in front of his father's spiritual seat and clenched the phone in his hand: "Mrs. Ma, don't worry, Master Ma will be fine." ”

"No matter who our Ni family says, they are always true to their word and do what they say."

"You should be the master of the horse to come for a vacation." Ni Yongxiao helped his eyes, and he was holding a mobile phone bought from abroad.

Since the beginning of the year, foreign mobile phones have opened up the market.

I believe that it will not be long before it will slowly replace Big Brother and become the mainstream of the communication market.

"Well, you're Ni Kuang's son?"

"Yes."

"Welcome to Tokyo."

"Definitely."

Ni Yongxiao hung up the phone, and the room was full of Ni family members.

He put his mobile phone on the table, took off his glasses, folded his hands, and took a deep breath: "Achen, how many people have you sent?" ”

"Thirty, all with guns." Han Chen's round head and calm expression always had a deep trace of vigor.

……

Lamma Hill, Tin Hau Temple.

Under the blue and red god stage, there are four words gilded and hot, bless me with peace.

Ma Shanhe collapsed on the sofa mountain, and the cyan tattoo spread from his back to his chest. In the solemn temple, there were bursts of groaning.

He hugged the woman's willow waist tightly, and suddenly his whole body trembled violently, and he grew a breath of air.

Several gunmen leaned against the tree with sleepy eyes, not noticing that a man in a jacket was quietly anchored in a tree, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Rumble!

In the night, a thunderbolt struck.

Abu kicked his legs like long arrows hanging, and his body was like a ghost, and he kicked a gunman in the neck with a deep kick. The gunman next to him was awakened when he heard the movement, and before he could reach out and draw his gun, a pair of hands were already on his shoulders, bending his knees and stabbing him to death.

In the night wind, every punch he threw was smashed. Except for the sound of the wind, all that was left was the sound of a clatter. It didn't take long for all the gunmen guarding outside the Tin Hau Temple to be killed on the ground.

Gradually, it rained, and Ma Shanhe, who was lying on the sofa, seemed to notice the difference.

Just like a wolf, he is always very sensitive to the smell of blood, and from Mashanhe, who is accustomed to seeing life and death in the rivers and lakes, he can also smell the breath of death in the wind and clouds.

"Go away." Ma Shanhe pushed away the girl on his body, and grabbed a Daguan knife from under the altar next to the sofa.

As he stood with a knife in his hand, Abu walked into the temple wearing a jacket and carrying a backpack.

His bangs were wet with rain, and his eyes were always condensed.

Click.

Abu threw his backpack at Ma Shanhe and landed next to him: "Give you the corpse to collect." ”

In the solemn temple, there is no dialogue.

Ma Shanhe quietly grabbed the knife, stepped forward suddenly, and slashed his hand. The long knife is in response, one inch long and one inch strong, from top to bottom, splitting Huashan.

Abu bent down and flashed, and the blade slashed through the back of the chair,

He knew the movement of the fight, and soon attracted the gunmen in the nearby village house, who were resting in turn.

So Abu set himself a time, two minutes!

He only needs two minutes!

I saw him avoid the blade, twist his waist and kick straight, stretching his ears all the way, and poking at Ma Shanhe's head.

Jingwu Tan legs, a total of twelve roads.

Seven ways to spread his ears and feet to kick, after a blow missed, without waiting for Ma Shanhe to collect the knife, he closed his legs and lunges, smashed out a long fist, and hit the knife with a punch. There was a hum, and the sound of a long knife interrupted Ma Shanhe's accumulation.

Ma Shanhe, who was holding the knife, just had an intuition in his hand, and then raised his eyes. With two clicks, his knees were already crushed, and he knelt on the ground and was punched to death.

Inheriting Huo Yuanjia Jingwu Sports Association, twelve Jingwu Tan legs, fists and feet are practiced, fast and fast. If you have four hands, God is afraid of ghosts.

Two minutes later, Abu left the Tin Hau Temple with his bag on his back.

Fei Rongcai led a group of gunmen, disheveled, and when he saw the headless corpse of Ma Ye on the ground, the whole person gasped.

"Hit the street, it's a big deal."

He is Han Chen's subordinate, and he is not familiar with Ma Ye, but he knows Ma Ye's status very well.

Now two-thirds of the goods in the entire Ni family are transferred from Tokyo. Now that Ma Ye is dead, it is equivalent to the supply of goods being cut off, which is simply a resignation.

"Look at it, don't put the body away yet." Fei Rong slapped the back of his little brother's head, and only after stabilizing his mood did he dare to call Han Chen.

"Brother Chen, Ma Ye is dead." Fei Rong spoke, and wiped his sweat with a rag.

It's not that he's weak, it's that it's too hot.

What rain is it at night, and I sweat in a suit.

At this time, Han Chen was with Ni Yongxiao, sitting at a noodle stall eating. Ni Yongxiao is a very arrogant person, knowing that after the foreign mobile phone was put on the shelves, he gave one to one of the four leaders under him.

Han Chen shook his chopsticks, and after the chopsticks were flush, he picked up the noodles: "How did you die?" ”

"The head was cut off, only the corpse had no head." Fei Rong could hear the anger in Han Chen's words.

He is under Han Chen, he can't fight and can't do business, but he is better at doing things thoroughly. For a long time, when Han Chen was seeking stability, he liked to use him very much.

Something happened this time, and Fei Rong knew that if it was not handled well, it would be light to be thrown to the sea for reclamation.

It's just that Fei Rong is too negligent, thinking that he will be fine after a few days, and he will definitely be fine. I didn't expect that now, something really happened.

"Get your head back, or you'll cut off your head." After Han Chen finished speaking, he took a mouthful of noodles in his mouth and added: "I just watched TV, the No. 7 typhoon signal has been suspended for a week in the past few days. ”

"Understood, Brother Chen." Fei Rong hung up the phone, took out the gun on his waist, and did not have any scruples: "Turn over, turn over the whole island, and turn it out." ”

"Damn, whoever dares to stop him will kill him, and the bad guys will do it."

The fat on Fat Wing's face is trembling, this week, he is the fiercest one on Lamma Island.

At the same time, Han Chen had just finished adding chives, put down the seasoning box, and looked thoughtful: "Achen, what's wrong." ”

"Ni Sheng, the head of the Mashan River was cut down."

"Uncle Ni just died, you won't kill me, right?" Han Chen smirked twice, Ni Yongxiao took a sip, and said quite approvingly: "Of course I won't kill you, I will kill your whole family." ”

Han Chen was still smiling, but he couldn't laugh when he smiled.

"I'm joking, really kidding." Ni Yongxiao swallowed the noodles, lit a cigarette, pointed at Han Chen with one hand and said, "I'm the five leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, you are the most supportive of me, right?" ”

"My father just passed away this month, help me when I pay the numbers."