A black dome car parked at the entrance of Miaoqian Street.

Several bodyguards with black umbrellas got out of the car and blocked the windows on all sides with their bodies.

"Boss Feng, the gold is expensive." One of the bodyguards leaned down and said to the window.

Feng Jingyao, who was wearing a round glasses, a long shirt, and a black hat, nodded: "Did they recognize the wrong person?" ”

"Look."

"Okay, Boss Feng."

The rain was still falling, and the street vendors, just as the gunshots rang out, gathered their goods and fled.

Whether it is a gang drying horses or a gunman assassination, these people will not deliberately go to trouble the vendors, and of course they will not care about the unlucky ones who are killed by mistake.

The men in the patrol room hid with their guns, and the black-shirted gunmen stood in the street, staring at a column.

A figure suddenly jumped out from behind the column, and Zhou Xingzu took a few arrow steps, with the help of the cover of the stall, and quickly approached the gunners.

The butterfly knife in his hand suddenly burst out from behind a stall, and his figure flickered, leaping behind a black-shirted gunman. The gunman, who had not reacted, only felt a tingling in his neck, instinctively covered his throat, and wanted to shout, but found that his trachea had been cut, and he had no strength in the mix, and fell to the ground in the rain.

"There it is!"

"He's killed."

"Damn, ah......hh

Zhou Xingzu entered the crowd of black-shirted gunmen and took the lost step to the extreme. The gunners turned to look for him, but they could only see the dark shadow, but they couldn't see the corners of his clothes.

At the same time, the butterfly knife is in his hand, just like a butterfly wearing flowers, and it plays a sense of beauty with killing.

You must know that Chen Xiaodao's knife is not only a flying knife, but the use of small blades, especially this butterfly knife, has reached the level of supernatural perfection.

After all, Chen Xiaodao's own weapon is a butterfly knife.

This is also the reason why Zhou Xingzu did not choose to pick up a machete on the side of the road, but to find a butterfly knife.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets were already filled with water, and when the corpse hit the ground, it not only splashed a puddle of rainwater, but also spilled warm blood.

The previous gunshots seemed to announce that this was Shanghai Tang, and the temperature of blood made Zhou Xingzu really feel like he was integrated into Shanghai Tang.

Only money is true here, and human lives are made of money!

And once Zhou Xingzu got close, the square box gun on the black-shirted gunman completely lost its effect. As a result, there is only a dead end.

It didn't take long for Zhou Xingzu to be the only person standing in the middle of the street.

His suit was stained red with blood, and the blood stains on his face were mixed with rain, which made the original Sven's temperament more ferocious.

The patrolmen hiding in the corner, with spears, approached him step by step, but their trembling steps betrayed their hearts. In addition to saving lives, the most important thing for a patrol is to watch people.

Previously, the patrols looked at Zhou Xingzu, and they were all about him, but after this battle, they found that Zhou Xingzu was still a ruthless man. A very capable and killer character. In the face of this kind of character, even if he has a gun in his hand, he can't help but feel scared in his heart.

Bang bang bang.

The applause was very harsh in the streets.

A group of black-clothed bodyguards, holding umbrellas and hugging a person, walked in front of Zhou Xingzu.

"You're really good at fighting, huh?"

Feng Jingyao smoked a cigar and looked at the young man standing opposite.

Very calm, strong aura, and has the temperament of a cultural person. And the decent clothes make it difficult to figure out Zhou Xingzu's identity.

Feng Jingyao sat in the car just now and saw Zhou Xingzu's counter-killing clearly. He found that Zhou Xingzu not only has marksmanship like a god, but also has excellent skills, people like him who can fight and have such good marksmanship, he can't find a single one in the gang, and he can't find a few in the entire Shanghai Beach. What's more, Zhou Xingzu is like a person who has read a book, giving people the feeling that he has just returned from studying in Nanyang.

This made Feng Jingyao look at Zhou Xingzu highly, and felt that he was a young man who could do great things.

Zhou Xingzu tidied it up, buttoned the unbuttoned suit on it, and then stretched out his hand: "Zhou Xingzu, hello Boss Feng." ”

Feng Jingyao stretched out his hand: "How do you know my identity?" ”

Although Boss Feng's name is known to everyone in Shanghai, there are really not many people who know him among the small citizens. Coupled with Zhou Xingzu's accent, he is obviously not from Shanghai, but a bit like a foreigner's tone, which made Feng Jingyao a little surprised.

Zhou Xingzu's accent is biased towards Hong Kong Island, and the accent of Hong Kong Island is deeply influenced by England, so his accent does sound a bit like a foreign dialect to Shanghainese.

"If I'm not mistaken, these people are here to kill Mr. Feng, and Mr. Feng has been prepared for a long time. It's a pity that my appearance disrupted Mr. Feng's arrangement, and I ask Mr. Feng's understanding. Zhou Xingzu spoke very politely, but he was polite and courteous.

Feng Jingyao laughed when he heard it: "Haha, you're right. ”

"The gunman just now is a gold expensive person, I did get the news a long time ago, but I underestimated the number of gunmen in this group. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, I have made a note of this. Feng Jingyao patted Zhou Xingzu's shoulder and laughed heartily.

"You just came back from the South Seas?" Feng Jingyao was inquiring about his identity, and as soon as Zhou Xingzu's mind turned, he thought of an excuse, so he didn't answer at all: "Yes, I grew up in Nanyang, but my family suffered an accident, and my family died in the war." I only arrived in Shanghai today, and I want to seek refuge with relatives, but I haven't found it yet. ”

Zhou Xingzu is a film critic anyway, making up a vulgar background story, and it sounds like it's true. There was just the right amount of loneliness in his eyes.

"Read? Palindrome? ”

"College graduated." Zhou Xingzu's sentence was answered in English.

Feng Jingyao's eyes lit up: "You speak English very well." ”

He actually uses English too, and his pronunciation is very standard.

This is obviously another round of temptation, but after Zhou Xingzu passed the test, Feng Jingyao obviously appreciated him more. Seeing the surprise in Zhou Xingzu's eyes, he also specially explained: "Shanghai is no longer the Shanghai of Chinese, if you want to mix well, you must be able to speak numbly." The teachers I specially invited from the United States are quite standard. ”

"Hahaha, haven't eaten yet, come with me in the car and take you to dinner."

"I guess the gold is expensive, I'm in a hurry."

Feng Jingyao turned around and got into the car, and Zhou Xingzu's wet clothes, mixed with blood, sat next to him. However, Feng Jingyao didn't care at all, but talked and laughed.

A character who can become a Shanghai Tang tycoon.

It's extraordinary!