Walled city Xicheng Road.

The dim street lamps emit a faint light, like diluted ink, mottled with light and shadow.

The Kowloon Walled City is still as dark as ever, and in the shadows on both sides of the road, you can often see addicts who swallow clouds and spitting fog.

These scrawny, godless Taoist friends still had almost sickly excitement on their faces.

It looked so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his face was like a dead man, even if he died suddenly in the next moment, it would not surprise people at all.

In the previous walled city, all the smoke houses and powder stalls were monopolized by Fushoujin in Guangming Street, so most of the addicts were concentrated near Guangming Street.

But with the death of Fu Shou Jin, the fellow townsmen disappeared, and other associations in the walled city, as well as those who came to the city, also began to engage in the business of powder stalls, and these addicts gradually spread around the walled city.

In fact, seeing these addicts, Ang Lee also had such a thought in his mind, or take this opportunity to drive out all the associations in the walled city.

In one fell swoop, the pornography, gambling, and drugs in the walled city were cleared

This matter is not a difficult thing for him.

Kill Fat Tsai Chao, Camel Ding, and some of the remaining small communities, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But a lot of times, doing things is not taken for granted.

It's not that you have the ability to do it, you can do it if you want to.

In the eyes of the ghosts, the walled city has always been a sensitive area.

Historically, the ghosts have had plans to demolish the walled city more than once or twice, why was it demolished on the eve of the return?

In addition to the fact that the residents of the walled city were not effectively resettled, and were strongly resisted by the residents of the walled city, there was also a game at the top.

A welfare club that controls the entire walled city and wanders outside the ghost colony.

Don't even think about it, those ghosts can't allow this to happen.

For the ghosts, whether the city is in chaos or evil forces are rampant, they can be invisible.

It's just a slum, and they don't need to be resettled, so it doesn't matter.

But the walled city is controlled by others, and autonomy is intolerable to the ghosts.

Taking a step back, it is better to keep some communities in the walled city and restrain them than to drive them out.

If you live again, you can do whatever you want, but you can't be arrogant without eyesight.

Ang Lee's eyes swept over the addicts on the side of the road, walking on the long dark street.

After three days of peace, the city seemed to have returned to its former calm, and the streets were full of people.

People turn a blind eye to addicts in the shadows, as if they have become accustomed to it.

Interestingly, along the way, the beastly intuition made him vaguely feel that two or three eyes were on him from time to time.

It seems that the moment he came out of the dance hall, he was followed and targeted.

Li An's face was as usual, without the slightest intention of startling the snake, as usual, he walked towards the vendor at the corner of the street.

For the past two days, he would come here every night to buy supper.

Seven or eight stalls are lined up, and the smoke is swirling, revealing a strong smell of fireworks.

It's about eight o'clock in the evening, and although it's not yet the peak of supper, the small square table behind the stall is full, and the buzzing voices can be heard far away.

Ang Lee stood still in front of a wonton noodle stall, the greasy scent of roast meat stall spilling into his nostrils.

"Little brother, my wonton noodles here are very punctual, do you want to try them?"

Dressed in a coarse cloth single coat and wearing an oil-stained gray apron around his neck, the stall owner with a face full of vicissitudes looked up at the young man standing in front of the stall and said enthusiastically.

Ang Lee smiled in return.

"Let's have two bowls, and two servings of sprout soup, pack."

After speaking, he took out a six-cent piece from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

"Wait a minute."

As he spoke, the stall owner took the money with his rough right hand, which was full of fine cracks, lowered his head and got busy.

Ang Lee's eyes looked around quietly, trying to find something.

But when I looked around, I didn't see any suspicious people.

Killing is the same as a woman's dress, and it is about being meticulous.

That kind of frontal killing, it's just rough work.

Surprise and kill with one hit!

is the basic quality that a normal killer has.

In Yang Zhuluan's killer organization, perhaps an ordinary passerby, a woman, or a child may also be a killer.

"Little brother, the wonton noodles and sprout soup you want are packed."

I heard the stall owner's voice in my ears.

"Okay, thanks."

Ang Lee reached out to get it.

"Catch the thief."

Suddenly there was a woman's exclamation in the alleyway around the corner of the street.

Li An turned his head to look, and a young man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a cardigan and a short hexagram, with an open chest and an open chest, emerged from the alley and ran towards the night market sweating profusely.

He was also holding a white cloth bag in his hand.

Behind the young man was a woman with an anxious face and a blue coarse cloth robe.

"Someone, catch the thief"

She shouted anxiously as she chased after the young man.

Many diners in the night market just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention, as if they were used to it.

Don't meddle in your business and don't stand out strongly, which is the rule of survival in the walled city.

Ang Lee withdrew his hand and didn't take the packaged wonton noodles.

"Little brother, don't be nosy, be careful of getting into trouble."

As if seeing Ang Li's thoughts, the stall owner whispered a word of persuasion, then silently lowered his head and was busy with the matter at hand.

"Thanks for the reminder."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man coincidentally ran straight to the stall.

Li An narrowed his eyes and took a step forward quietly.

"Hit the streets, don't get in the way."

The young man glared at Li An fiercely, staggered away from Li An, and prepared to run towards Xicheng Road.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Li An handed his right foot forward.

The young man groaned, face down, and fell into the mud.

"Look for death."

The young man got up, angrily took out a short knife from his waist, and stabbed it into Li An's chest.

Li An raised his knee and kicked the young man's shin in the calf with a controlled force.

With a painful snort, the young man fell to the ground again, holding his calves with both hands and falling to the ground.

Li An observed the young man's pale face, and the pain that the other party realized did not seem to be fake.

At this time, diners at the night market noticed the movement and watched the excitement with relish.

At this time, the woman with a panicked face finally ran over out of breath.

"Your bag."

Li An picked up the white cloth bag on the ground, looked up and down at the middle-aged woman with an ordinary face in front of him, and handed the bag over.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman thanked her repeatedly.

Busy opening it to see what's in the bag.

"There's nothing missing."

"No, thank you."

The woman shook her head again and again, a look of gratitude.

"No, you don't."

Li An waved his hand and walked towards the noodle stall.

At the moment when he turned around, a change occurred!

The woman who was originally grateful instantly became indifferent on her face, and her right hand, which had been wiped from her waist, rose up.

The snow flashed brightly, and the deep chill from his neck made the hairs on Li An's neck stand on end!

It's almost instinctive.

Ang Lee spun back, the blade grazing almost against his chin.

The woman didn't seem to expect Ang Lee's reaction to be so fast, but she didn't hesitate at all, her wrist flipped, the knife edge was facing down, and the tip of the knife pierced Ang Lee's chest.

At the same time, the young man who fell to the ground rolled over, grabbed the knife on the ground and slammed it directly at Li An, and the blade of the knife was held diagonally and inserted into Li An's waist.

If you don't have enough experience in fighting, even the older generation of martial artists who have entered the house can easily fall into this kind of unexpected assassination method.

It's a pity that they met Ang Lee this time.

Even if the iron cloth shirt is not exposed, it is enough to cope with its skills and fighting experience.

Just when the woman's knife stabbed Li An's chest, and the tip of the young man's knife was less than an inch away from Li An's waist.

Li An, who was leaning back, supported the ground with his right hand, twisted his waist sideways, and while avoiding the blade of the young man, he smashed the neck of the woman with his left leg like a steel whip rising towards the sky!

Bang bang!

The woman slammed her head down on the ground.

Li An's upper body relied on his waist strength to straighten up, his left leg knee was slightly bent, and he knelt fiercely on the killer's neck with one knee.

"Knock!"

With the clear and audible sound of a broken neck, Li Ang stood up.

Then he looked indifferently at the young man in front of him.

Five-toed plow, snort!

The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded.

Li An rushed forward, ignoring the dagger that stabbed his neck, grabbed the young man's wrist with his left hand first, and raised it up.

Immediately after the bully stepped closer, a right elbow struck the young man in the chest.

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood and subconsciously bowed his waist.

"Bang!"

A palm slammed down and smashed firmly on the young man's forehead.

Li An let go of his hand, and the young man's corpse fell straight to the ground.

It's a long story, but it was only less than a minute from the sudden outburst of the two killers to the time Ang Lee shot and killed the two.

At this time, the diners who came back to their senses saw that there was a dead person, and they hurriedly got up and dispersed like birds and beasts.

There is no guarantee that there will be another fire here, which is a common occurrence in the walled city.

Even those stall owners pushed up the food cart and left, not even caring about the tables, chairs and benches.

And the night market, which was originally full of people, except for blood and corpses, only Li An was left alive.

The faint sound of footsteps came to my ears, and then disappeared in an instant.

Li An was expressionless: "If you don't come out yet, are you waiting for me to commit suicide?" ”

The voice of the words echoed, and there was silence for a while, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near.

One by one, black-scarves, masked killers with knives in both hands surrounded them from both ends of the street.

At a glance, there were more than 20 people in the shadows.

"The black scarf is masked, like a mouse in the ditch, it's unsightly."

Ang Lee snorted.

"It's so daring, I know that someone is killing you, and I dare to wait here."

A figure stepped out of the crowd.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and gray hair.

Ang Lee's eyes were on this person:

"I thought you weren't going to see anyone, were you? I didn't expect there to be a face-shower. ”

The middle-aged man had a serious face:

"No one has ever escaped our pursuit after killing someone from our organization."

"You say, wouldn't it seem less ridiculous if you were to stand on my corpse and say this after killing me?"

Li An unceremoniously interrupted the other party's words.

The middle-aged man was also angry, and said with a cold face:

"Don't worry, I'll meet your request."

"Even Yang Zhuluan is dead, are you so sure?"

Ang Lee laughed.

"If it weren't for those gunmen, you wouldn't have been able to beat Mr. Tengan.

Tonight, the welfare committee has to deal with the foreign community that has intervened in Guangming Street, and without those gunmen, you are dead. ”

When he said this, the man was confident.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Ang Lee laughed.

"Kill him."

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and these black-scarfed and masked killers instantly pounced on him.

Li An's expression was relaxed, his eyes swept over a pile of pennies in the corner, stepped forward, and grabbed one casually.

"Lighter, reluctantly."

After weighing it twice, Li An muttered, and his eyes swept to look at the killer who was besieging.

The street corners are relatively spacious, and the pennies of a length of more than two meters can barely be stretched out.

The penny in his hand swept and smashed the neck of the killer in front of him.

Without looking at the figure that flew out, Li An stepped forward, and the penny leaned forward, poking out like a big gun!

At the same time, Bright Street.

The entrance of a smoke house.

On the side of the wall sat a few addicts who had just left the smoke house, their eyes slightly closed, motionless, and a trace of excitement still lingering on their pale faces.

If it weren't for its slightly undulating chest, anyone who looked at it would have thought it was a dead man.

Duan Yingfeng and the boxer glanced at these addicts and frowned.

A group of six or seven people walked towards the smoke house.

"Hey, friend, this is our Jinxing Society's territory.

If you want to grab land, then go to Tin Hau Temple Street and Old Man Street, where there are no clubs. ”

Sensing that the comer was not good, a Sijiu boy with a ruffian face on his face at the door said to Duan Yingfeng.

"I'm looking for your boss."

Duan Yingfeng's tone was cold.

"Wait a minute."

The man threw down a sentence and walked quickly into the smoke house.

Duan Yingfeng and the boxer glanced at each other, and followed in with the five people behind him.

Inside was filled with smoke, and the sight of a man lying down, with a smoking gun in hand, swallowing the smoke through the flames on the kerosene lamp.

The smoke skewept into their noses, causing the two to subconsciously hold their breath.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Three or four four-nine-nine boys walked over to them.

The boxer just glanced at them, then grabbed the cigarette guns in the hands of several addicts next to him and slammed them to the ground.

"Get out!"

But these addicts just opened their eyes and looked at the boxers in a daze, and they didn't seem to react yet.

Seeing this, these Sijiu Zai were immediately unhappy, and looked at the boxer with unkind eyes.

"What a bold man, dare to come to our territory to find fault with Xingshe?"

"What's so noisy?"

As the voice came, a shirtless man with a conspicuous scar on the corner of his mouth walked out of the back room, followed by six or seven forty-nines.

"Didn't you wait outside? Who let you in? ”

It was Sijiu who was outside the door before.

"Are they looking for me?"

"Yes, Brother Biao."

The man known as Brother Biao took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

looked at the boxer and his group, and asked tentatively:

"Jinxing Society, mourning Biao, where are the few people?"

The boxer's face is as pale as iron:

"We are from the Welfare Association, and from tonight onwards, all the side businesses in the city can only appear in Xinjie and Dajing Street, and they are not allowed to cross the line."

"Welfare? Hahaha"

Fu Biao laughed, and did not forget to ask the little brother beside him:

"Welfare Society, have you heard of it?"

"Brother Biao, I've heard of the Elderly Welfare Association." Sijiu replied with a grin.

"Did you hear that?"

Fu Biao smiled and spat on the ground:

"Welfare? Shi Jiugong pretended to be a grouper, I don't know what to say.

The three walled cities don't care, and the bad guys can't help it, a welfare club that has never heard of it dares to take such a big breath, it's really looking for death. ”

"If you don't follow the rules of the welfare association, the big cigarettes will be confiscated and swept out of the walled city."

Duan Yingfeng's face was indifferent, and he stepped forward.

(End of chapter)