The docks seem to be in chaos recently, I don't know where a force has come out of nowhere, and they have released words to end the scene, and several small docks have been smashed in a few days, but there is no end to the trouble, just constantly provoking, as if they are specially to retaliate against the trouble.

"Hurt someone?" Ming Lou put a few pages of paper in his hand into his briefcase and put them beside him. "It's all fatal," Ming Cheng glanced in the rearview mirror, "The police have been dispatched several times, and they haven't even seen a shadow." "How are the injured workers resettled?" Hearing that there was a death, Ming Lou cheered up a little. "I didn't hurt the workers, they were all gang members," Ming Cheng stepped on the brakes steadily, turned off the engine, got out of the car, opened the rear door with his hand, Ming Lou got out of the car, and the two walked side by side, "Most of the accidents are old docks, and there are serious businesses on the surface, and I haven't heard of any impact." "Pay more attention, and tell your brothers to be safe." The two entered the mansion, and the heat dropped a lot. "Okay."

"Big brother, you can't chase it, it's the Ming Mansion in front!" A group of people watched the black shadow in front of them climb over the wall, and the marble-toned mansion was already lit up in the daytime. "!" The leading man took a sip, "It's no wonder Lao Tzu, the Ming Mansion also dares to break in, tell the brothers, spread out and guard, and when the Ming family gets him out, we will ask for someone." The little minions behind him obeyed the order and scattered and hid in the shadows.

Look at the black shadow and pedal a few steps onto the iron door, turn around and land directly, a movement is crisp and neat, but the moment it landed, the left leg was soft and the body went down, and he stretched out his hand to hold it up before he stabilized his body. In the darkness, I watched the shadow hold his calf before he straightened up. As soon as the person stood firmly, he heard a broken cry behind him: "What person! This was followed by a piercing whistle. The man behind him walked slowly with a flashlight in one hand and a hand, and he didn't see any response until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the black shadow's head.

The two sides confronted each other.

Within a few minutes, a group of people surrounded them with guns, and one of the leaders asked, "Who are you?" What do you have to do when you break into the Ming Mansion? ”

"I want to see Minglou." A few flashlights flashed, and the black shadow faced it proudly, only squinting slightly. Inch head, slightly raised chin, dark complexion, showing some blue stubble, and some inconspicuous abrasions on the face. Dressed in black, the guns and daggers on the armed belts could be faintly seen under the open clothes.

"Who are you? What is the chief going to do? ”

"......" The black shadow didn't reply anymore, just lowered his head, helped his waist side, and raised his hand again to see the blood on his hand.

"What's going on?" The leader wanted to ask again, but he saw a person walking over the surrounding wall, with a white shirt, dark gray trousers, and slightly messy hair, as if he was in a hurry to go out. "Sir," the leader replied, "this man came in over the wall and said he wanted to see the chief." ”

"Who are you?" The visitor asked.

"Who are you?" The shadow looked up, not answering the rhetorical question.

"Ming Cheng, Chief Ming's secretary."

The black shadow paused, took out a small package from his trouser pocket, and opened the wrapped handkerchief, revealing the hairpin.