Of course, the Blue Dragon Society and the Red Green Gang are still Huo Zuo and You Yiman's now—this matter started five days ago.

Now that Shanghai has fallen, Cheng Changyu has torn off his hypocritical face and revealed his true intentions. He hibernated for years to have this day. Before the winter solstice, he sent an order to all the elders of the Blue Dragon Society to meet in Hongkou Hall three days later, and there were more than 20 people who received this invitation, all of whom were old people who had stayed in the gang since Qin Shengzhu.

Huo Zuo's second uncle also received it. The old man twisted the booklet with black letters on a red background and smoked the hookah in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and handed over his gaze to the person at the table: "What do you think?" ”

Huo Zuo sat at the table, and the gramophone in the room still played the singing segment of Yang Yanhui sitting in the palace courtyard and sighing to himself in "Shiro Visits His Mother", which was "not miserable when I remembered what happened back then". His face didn't move, but he held the cup in his hand, carried the lid and swept the tea leaves, and said lightly: "Since he has been invited, then go." ”

The second uncle put down the post and twisted his white beard: "If you go, you may not be able to come out." Two days ago, Lao Feng was killed in his own hall, just because he opened his mouth and scolded this white-eyed wolf surnamed Cheng. ”

Huo Zuo snorted: "This is what I learned." ”

"But he's Japanese, and teaming up with the Japanese almost killed you. Everyone in the gang knows about this, and if they go today, it will be a clear sign that they want to kneel down and do things for the Japanese. The second uncle said unhappily, "We are doing dirty things, but we also have the morality of the rivers and lakes, no matter how bad we are, we will not be a lackey for the Japanese like Ma Weisan." ”

The man put down the cup in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "It's the winter solstice again, do you remember my father's death day?" ”

The second uncle sank his eyes: "Remember." ”

"It's time to pay attention, it's time to worship. The animal that should be destroyed will not be spared half a life for him. ”

It was snowing that day, and by the evening it had already accumulated a layer. The hall in Hongkou is on North Sichuan Road, and one after another cars stopped in front of the building, and rickshaws hurriedly carried people. Most of the visitors were dressed in black, and many entered the door with white hair twisted into their beards. Zhou Xuan's singing voice came from the building, singing "He Rijun Comes Again", and the beautiful sound was accompanied by the snow tonight, floating in the night sky.

The dim light of the street lamps outside penetrated through the square windows of the promenade, and the light and shadow were trampled by the hurried footsteps. There were many people who came, and by five o'clock there were already more than a dozen people sitting at the long table in the conference room.

Cheng Changyu sat in the first place in a white suit with gold-rimmed glasses, and on his right hand was You Yiman in a black velvet cheongsam. When the people came into the house, they sat down in turn, and they didn't say much, and the room was silent. The gramophone playing the song was in the conference room, the record was slowly turning under the stylus, and Zhou Xuan's gentle voice gently caressed the ears of the visitors.

Outside the entrance of the hall, snow fell on this small road that runs from east to west, but I saw people coming from both sides of the intersection, all dressed in black and walking in the night. The man standing downstairs noticed that the men coming from both sides of the road were about to raise their guns, but before they could shout a word of warning, the dagger had already pierced his throat.

There is one person on the left and one person on the left, the second uncle is at the front on the left, and the one on the right is Huo Zuo, who is wearing a long shirt and a wide-brimmed top hat.

When the table clock downstairs struck half a o'clock, Cheng Changyu sat behind the table and raised his hand, signaled his subordinates to close the door, cleared his throat and spoke to everyone: "It is Cheng's honor that everyone here can come today." There is a way that 'the inchworm is bent inch, in order to believe it.' The sting of the dragon and the snake, in order to survive also'. In today's situation, the big guy also understands in his heart that the Blue Dragon Club and the Red Green Gang will join forces in order to survive in the next troubled times. ”

looked sideways and raised his hand with You Yiman: "Miss You, what do you think." ”

"Mr. Cheng has said everything I want to say. I don't have much more to say. ”

Cheng Changyu asked the attendant to serve the tea in front of you, he stood up, took the lead in holding the cup, and said loudly: "In this case, after drinking this tea, we will merge the two places." Cheng is not talented, and he has to be loved by his ancestors and take the responsibility of this gang leader. ”

But listening to the crisp sound of the tea bowl touching in the long table, the old man sitting on the third chair on the left knocked the tea lid on the cup and scolded: "This Mr. Cui still doesn't know his whereabouts, where is your turn to be in charge?" Besides, you have never done anything about incense or sacrificial wine, even if someone here recognizes you, you should ask the ancestors if they recognize you! ”

Cheng Changyu had evil in his eyes, he put down the cup in his hand and lightly placed it on the table: "Which elder is it?" ”

The old man arched his hand: "Wu Laoqi at the entrance of Yangpu Hall." ”

"What Old Man Wu said makes sense, you should drink wine and sacrifice to your ancestors."

"You are sacrificing to your ancestors, who recognizes you as a Japanese species!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was already splattering blood on the long table. There was still white smoke from the muzzle of the gun in You Yiman's hand, and the gunshot just now overshadowed Wu Laoqi's last word. She coldly handed the gun into Cheng Changyu's hand, and everyone around her was frightened and fell silent.

Cheng Changyu smiled softly with her, turned his head sideways and said to the audience: "Who else thinks that I am not worthy of this Japanese species, say it, I will listen." How is it that this filthy place of yours, where there is room for bandits, robbers, liars, and prostitutes, cannot tolerate me? ”

Someone else whispered in a whisper, "But...... But who knows...... Mr. Huo is gone......"

Cheng Changyu firmly pressed the gun in his hand on the table, and replied loudly word by word: "Huo Zuo is dead, I saw it with my own eyes." ”

The smell of blood dissipated inside the house, and a series of footsteps outside the room shattered the shadows that were imprinted on the floor through the windows.

The back of the figure stood in a dark crowd, and he raised his head slightly with his hands behind his back, looking at the door that revealed the singing.

Disputes in the house continued.

"But if you don't see the corpse, how can you tell that our big brother Huo is dead!"

"yes, how can you say for sure."

Cheng Changyufu picked up the gun again and loaded it, and the few people who opened their mouths were silenced, and no one dared to speak again. He spoke: "You all know my identity, it's okay to leave, I won't stay long, if you want to stay, glory and wealth will wait for you." Shanghai, Beiping and even Nanjing have already been taken by us, and sooner or later the whole of China will belong to Japan. Chiang Kai-shek has fled to Chongqing, and you weigh your own weight clearly. ”

He sat back in his chair, put the gun down again, and his eyes swept over the people on both sides of the long table to see if there were still people who dared to disobey, but before he could raise his tea again, a dagger pierced through the wooden door and came through the air with a cold and murderous aura, heading straight for Cheng Changyu's throat. Cheng Changyu raised his gun to block it, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw that the door was kicked open from both sides, and a black-clothed disciple came in from outside and opened the door wide, and his eyes were cold and stood on both sides. The people at the long table also got up one after another, looking at the visitors with surprised expressions.

It was none other than Huo Zuo, the eldest brother of the Blue Dragon Society, who had been missing for months.

"Cheng Changyu, you made a mistake in your calculations, I'm not dead yet." He took off the wide-brimmed top hat on his head, looked at the person behind the table with cold eyes, raised his feet and stood still, without waiting for the other party to raise his hand to shoot, his second knife flew over like lightning, the gunshot rang out twice, and the people on the left and right retreated and waited to collect Cheng Changyu's body, but he didn't expect this guy to shake the previous shot, lift the teacup and collide with his flying knife, and the latter shot directly broke the glass, turned his head and jumped out of the window and ran away.

Downstairs, I heard a burst of gunshots, Huo Zuo asked someone to close the window, and he slowly walked to the gramophone and opened the stylus: "I can't run." No matter how far he goes, he won't go out of Shanghai. ”

You Yiman gently lifted the hem of his skirt and walked to Wu Laoqi, who was lying in front of the table, and patted him on the shoulder with a chuckle: "Get up, Seventh Master." The show can end. ”

The old man who had just fallen in front of the table wiped the blood on his chest and sat up straight, arched his hand with her, and said, "Miss You looks up to me and asks me to play this role." ”

"It's your good performance." After she said this, she sank her face and swept over the few people who had just echoed Cheng Changyu's most energetic people. Those people bowed their heads one after another, without any joy.

Huo Zuo stood with his back to them, and went to the shrine where Guan Gong was worshipped to take the incense and light it. You Yiman didn't need him to speak, and those black-clothed disciples raised their fingers, grabbed the few people who had already switched to Cheng Changyu and pushed them out. The one who will switch to Cheng Changyu must not be a righteous person, and after being caught, he finally couldn't bear to yell at Huo Zuo's pious back: "You can't twist your arms and thighs!" Mr. Cheng made it clear enough, even Chiang Kai-shek lost Nanjing, so what's the use of us guarding Shanghai! It's better to find a way out as soon as possible, that's what we did when the French came, and now the Japanese come and do the same! ”

You Yiman made a look and asked his captor to plug his mouth, this person was whimpering, but Huo Zuo turned around and raised his hand to signal them to let him go.

"Boss Zhu at the entrance of the four roads in the French Concession."

"Yes."

"We don't have a conscience in the business, but there is morality. There are some things I didn't understand, but luckily someone woke me up recently. Huo Zuo stepped on his shadow step by step and walked towards him, the blood-red candle flame in front of the shrine where Guan Gong was worshipping behind him was dancing strangely, he stood beside You Yiman and stretched out his hand to her, and took the gun over, "You can not talk about conscience, but you still have to have a bottom line." At least you have to keep it. ”

After speaking, he no longer gave the other party the slightest chance, and shot the man directly in the forehead.

Someone downstairs ran up to report: "Big brother, Cheng Changyu has run away!" ”

Huo Zuo handed the gun back to You Yiman, raised his eyes to look at the statue of Guan Gong and said unhurriedly: "It's okay, don't be afraid." He can't escape our eyes. ”

When the lobby clock rang six times, the snow in Hongkou was getting heavier and heavier. Huo Zuo and his thousands of disciples were like a receding black tide, orderly and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from this path into the dark alleys of thousands of small roads in Hongkou. When the Japanese army came under Cheng Changyu's request, there was nothing left, the entire street was empty, only the snow was still falling.

Cheng Changyu limped back to the small building accompanied by the officer behind him, pushed the door open fiercely, and saw a row of people lying on the marble floor inside the door, who had already surrendered to him before.

On the floor was written in their blood: "Treasonous traitors, there is no forgiveness for killing." ”

Signed: Huo Zuo.