Autumn 1920, Qingquan Wharf, Shanghai.

"Uhhhhhh

In the middle of the night, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded on the calm river, which made the sleepy and waiting people on the shore excited, and they hurriedly cheered up and looked at the river surface that had not yet made a ripple. Even with the strong lighting, there was not a single movement to be seen, and the people's spirits weakened again.

A few minutes later, a faint light hit the river, and the people on the shore could clearly see a sailing ship approaching the shore.

"It's coming!" The crowd shouted for some reason, waking up groups of people leaning against the wall, and hurriedly raised their hands and cheered loudly, as if such a sound and movement could be heard and seen by their relatives on the steamer in the distance.

"Phew," said an inch-headed man who spat on the ground in the darkness behind the surging crowd, then slowly straightened up, looked at the steamer that had only emerged a little outline, and said, "Cheer up, the fish is about to take the bait." This time, our brothers' lives are in the hands of others, and whether this vote is completed or not, we don't know if there will be tomorrow. However, if anyone is lucky enough to save his life, no matter how much glory and wealth there is in Shanghai, he will leave Shanghai immediately with his wife and children, and if he is not saved, all the brothers who are alive should not forget to collect the bodies of his dead brothers. ”

"Understood." There were a few jagged echoes in the shadows, and there was a sense of death as if they were at home.

The steamer Mir docked.

The people on the boat slowly walked down, and the people waiting on the shore also ran to the port to meet their relatives and children. But the people on the boat came down very slowly, and the people who picked up the people were blocked at the disembarkation gate, causing the whole disembarkation port to be bustling and looking very chaotic.

At this moment, a man in a black suit and a black hat appeared at the entrance of the boat, although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging from his dress, it should be the eldest young master of a family in Shanghai.

He cautiously walked through the crowd, squeezing into the crowd with his slightly tall and thin body. After some struggle, he managed to squeeze his way through the crowd, first exhaling lightly as if he had been reborn, then looking around, and laying down his suitcase on an open flat ground for a short rest.

"Big brother, that person—" A man pointed to the man in a suit on the empty flat ground and whispered to the inch.

Cuntou carefully compared the person in the photo, habitually squinted, took out the handle of the knife pinned to the waist, and took the lead out of the shadows.

The man, who didn't know anything, was concentrating on arranging his slightly messy clothes, and after raising his hand to straighten his hat, he was about to bend down to get his suitcase, when he inadvertently met the eyes of a lady—an ordinary lady, if you ignored her shocked eyes and trembling hands covering her mouth and nose.

The man paused, all the noise seemed to disappear, and only the chaotic and eager footsteps behind him could be heard approaching him all the time. After two seconds, the man regained his composure, grinned at the lady, and slowly bent down to get his suitcase, only the stiff smile and slightly trembling fingers betrayed his panic.

"Ahh The woman exclaimed in surprise when she saw a shiny hilt rising above the man smiling at her across from her. Hearing the woman's screams, the man quickly picked up his suitcase, turned around and smashed it on the leader.

Caught off guard, he staggered two steps and fell to the ground, while the man behind him was also taken several steps backwards.

"Murdered!" The man shouted loudly as he ran towards the exit.

Killed!

In an instant, everyone was agitated, and the crowd gathered at the entrance of the boat fled in all directions like frightened lambs, and dispersed the group of people who had just stood up and were about to rise in pursuit.

The crowd rushed to the exit at once, but there was only one exit, and it was not spacious, resulting in a serious blockage at the exit. But in order to save their lives, everyone still desperately wanted to rush out, you touched me, and the scene was chaotic to the extreme.

Seeing that the situation was not right, he shouted loudly: "Give me silence!" If you don't want to die, get out of the way! ”

Being yelled at by the inch, some people wanted to curse unconvinced, but when they saw a shiny knife in their hands, such a crowded exit actually made a way.

In the era of tragic war, the best way to survive is to be alone, and no one wants to be a bird.

By the time the police arrived, there was no one at the Clear Spring Pier. In addition to a few sets of clothes, there is only one personal ID card in the suitcase, and the ID photo shows a young man with a delicate face, and the name column next to it reads: Du Qilin.

Du Qilin ran quickly, he didn't dare to look back, the wind was whistling in his ears, it was clear that it was just autumn, but Du Qilin felt cold!

Who the hell wanted his life? And how did they get his unknown itinerary? Why did he start at the dock and not allow him to live longer? Countless questions occupy Du Qilin's mind, but Du Qilin can't delve into it at this juncture, the most important thing now is to get rid of these killers behind him, he wants to save his life to deal with those who want his life!

After the chaos at the dock, the group relied on their familiarity with Shanghai and quickly caught up with Du Qilin.

The people behind him kept pressing, but Du Qilin's physical strength gradually bottomed out, if they were lucky, fortunately they were holding knives in their hands, if it was a gun, Du Qilin might not be alive.

Du Qilin desperately ran to the alleys, the alleys are mostly alleys, crooked and narrow, and it is easier to get rid of the pursuit, but Du Qilin has not stepped into Shanghai for many years, and only after a few alleys, he was forced to a dead end by a group of people who are familiar with the terrain.

The tug-of-war in which you chase me has come to an end, seven or eight people have surrounded Du Qilin in a dead end, Du Qilin has not been running so violently for a long time, he leaned against the wall and gasped, his brain started quickly, he didn't think that he could get any benefit by doing it against them now.

"You kid, it looks like Wenwen is weak and can run!" He was also tired and panting, and put his hands on his knees to calm his breathing.

Du Qilin tried his best to pretend to be calm, this place is a dead end, the other party is overwhelming, if they do it, they don't even have a place to run, they will definitely die.

"It seems that you already know who I am," Du Qilin straightened up, as if fearlessly, he straightened out his wrinkled clothes because of his hasty escape: "Knowing who I am and daring to kill me, who gave you the bear-hearted leopard gall?" ”

I don't know if Du Qilin's voice sounded or if he was too calm, and he was curious about what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"Do you think we won't dare to touch you if you scare us a few words?" A man behind the inch head yelled at Du Qilin dissatisfiedly: "The masters are all scared!" At this point, who else can save you except the king of heaven? ”

Du Qilin sneered: "Are you really a decoration for me, a young marshal?" ”

After listening to Du Qilin's words, everyone hurriedly looked around, but there was no movement.

"Don't look at it, if you could see it, I would have been shot to death a long time ago." Du Qilin patted the dust on his body: "Okay, as long as you leave, I can act as if nothing happened, but if you dare to touch a single hair of me, you are not afraid of death, there are always people who are afraid of death, right?" ”

Surprised: "What do you mean?" ”

"What do I mean? I mean, if you're dead, forget it, if you catch up with a family..."

Du Qilin thought that they would be intimidated by him, but he didn't expect that Cuntou actually raised the knife in his hand and laughed exaggeratedly: "In that case, Young Marshal Du, let's all die together!" ”

"You..."

When the knife in his hand was higher than the top of his head, Du Qilin quickly closed his eyes, it turned out that today was really his death date.

"Ahh

After a piercing scream, and then he heard the brisk sound of the hilt falling to the ground, and he didn't feel any pain, Du Qilin opened his eyes in fear.

The knife fell to the ground, the screams were not his own, the people who wanted to kill him covered their eyes and fell to the ground rolling in pain, he didn't hurt, he didn't die... In an instant, Du Qilin suddenly felt that it was really good to be alive.

"How long do you want to stand there stupidly? Do you really want to die here? A man jumped down from the wall next to Du Qilin, pulled Du Qilin, who was still standing stupidly, and ran away.

Du Qilin was pulled away at the same time as he subconsciously looked at the people on the ground, his nose smelled a pungent smell, and before he could figure out what happened at that moment, Du Qilin had been taken somewhere by the man who turned left and right.

It is a small warehouse, less than 30 square meters in front and back. There was nothing in the warehouse, only some small boxes scattered around, and because the warehouse had not been used for a long time, a strong smell of dust irritated Du Qilin's nose, causing him to sneeze three or four times in a row.

"Where is this?" Du Qilin looked at the man who rescued him locking the door seriously and meticulously, and wondered.

The man clapped his hands contentedly after three locks, turned around and walked to a small box beside Du Qilin and sat down, patted the position next to him for Du Qilin to sit: "A private warehouse in the French Concession." You can rest assured, there is no gap on three sides of this warehouse except for the main entrance, as long as we wait inside for an hour, we can get out. ”

"Why an hour?" Du Qilin looked around vigilantly, and did not sit down next to the man, but found a box that was separated from him and sat down.

The man shrugged indifferently: "The patrol room of the small east gate of the French Concession patrols once every two hours, and there will be an hour to patrol at the door of this warehouse, and then those people will chase here, and they will not dare to fight with the patrolman with a gun, so we can open the door and go out." ”

Du Qilin said suspiciously: "How do you know so clearly?" ”

"Meet me, my name is Meng Qian." The man who saved Du Qilin from fire and water stretched out his hand and said kindly: "The inspector of the patrol room at the small east gate of the French Concession." ”

Meng Qian's appearance is relatively tough, and there is a feeling of iron bones between his eyebrows, and there is an obvious long scar on his left cheek, which does not look fierce, but gives people the feeling of a righteous person, judging from the appearance of the scar alone, it should be a knife wound. Other than that, Meng Qian is not much different from ordinary people.

When Du Qilin heard Meng Qian's words, he immediately looked at him vigilantly, and his body involuntarily retreated, and the two people who were already far away became a little farther away.