Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 992

The Magic City of these days is a real Magic City, a den of cannibalism and money-losing - the Green Gang is rampant, but it is also the cradle of the working class and the largest and most prosperous industrial and commercial city in China at that time. This place would clear out a bunch of starving people on the road every morning, and Bai Lang looked like one of them - in relatively good condition, at least the kind that could last more than ten days. "You can tell at a glance that you are from another place, from Shandong, right?" Someone glanced at Bai Lang and said, of course it was the Magic City dialect, but Bai Lang didn't know it too well.

He was tall and full of whiskers, and was indeed an outsider. However, he looked very imposing, and those who saw him carefully shuddered and ran away quickly. They were probably afraid that Bai Lang, a "poor barbarian", would show off his power, so they robbed him directly. The law and order in the Magic City was only superficial these days. In fact, it was basically just to maintain that there were no burglaries or murders, and thefts on the streets were beyond control.

Bai Lang felt like a fish in water. He was the ancestor of the gangsters. Stealing was really hard, but was robbing hard? The Magic City was full of bad guys at that time. The Green Gang hooligans were everywhere in the streets. If he just found a guy and gave him some red envelopes, wouldn't he have money in his pocket? This lawless area was also a place to drive away evil spirits. All the dreams about foreigners would be completely broken here. There were too many foreign pigs and scoundrels. The people of the Magic City knew this now.

"They are just foreign scoundrels and White Russian bitches. Some of them were once nobles." Bai Lang knew that he was now in Hankou Road. A "beggar" like him could not stay in this place for too long. He would be driven away by the Baotou Indians or even arrested and sent to the police station to be imprisoned. So he had to be more respectable, find someone to rob, then go to the Taiyu, change into a suit and come back. He had just arrived in his hometown for a few minutes, and did not want to destroy these familiar buildings for the time being.

Then let's go south. Anyway, there are many small roads along Hankou Road and the parallel Fuzhou Road. This is where the famous Changsan Hall in Shanghai, also known as the high-end Lichun Courtyard, is located. The most beautiful bitches these days are probably there. "These days, there are only pitiful people here. There are no lazy people who want to make quick money." Bai Lang muttered and sighed.

This road is where the newspaper industry is concentrated. More than half of the publishing houses in Shanghai are located here and on the Fuzhou Road next door. Three or five people can rent a booth to publish all kinds of legal and illegal publications. Bai Lang walked here, looking at who can rob. There are so many hooligans who worship the old man, and they just look at who wears gold and silver.

"It turns out it's already the end of 31. Now I've found my target - to get rid of the Japanese!" Bai Lang was overjoyed when he saw the date in the newspaper. He immediately turned his gun around and prepared to take the Waibaidu Bridge to Hongkou to find trouble with the Japanese.

The Hongkou Dojo actually didn't exist, but it was true that the Japanese had karate and judo dojos in Shanghai, and the center of Japan's various aggression in Shanghai was actually the Marine Corps Headquarters in Hongkou. Bai Lang wanted to just go in and kill them all - at this point in time in Shanghai, the Japanese Marines stationed here actually had some military discipline, which was completely different from their indiscriminate killing of innocent people outside the Great Wall. It was probably because Shanghai was now an international city, and the Japanese were afraid of international influence.

But the pace of invasion was already in full swing. If Bai Lang remembered correctly, it would be the January 28 Incident soon, and the Japanese would start a war in the Magic City. "Relying on the League of Nations is the same as relying on a bald man." Bai Lang muttered. On the way, he saw a well-dressed slick-headed gangster. He looked around and pushed the man and the three hangers-on or bodyguards who followed him into the alley next to him.

When Bai Lang came out again, he had a very smug look on his face. This man had the confidence to have money in his pocket. As for those people, no one would care about the life or death of a gangster, right? "Thieves also have their own code of conduct. If they rob money, they won't kill people." Bai Lang muttered to himself while looking around for where the gangster was.

He carried a bundle of clothes and pants into the bathroom, deposited the items on the account, and when he took off his clothes, he told the servant that he would stay overnight, and took his clothes to be washed and dried - these days, business is still a bit honest, and the clothes and pants deposited on the account can always be obtained. Wash them first, then soak in the pool, and after they are loose, he comes out and asks the master to rub them vigorously - "It's really nice!" Bai Lang exclaimed.

Although he had cultivated to this level, his body was flawless and there was no dirt to speak of, but the normal skin metabolism still existed, so it was still comfortable to rub it. He dried his body with a towel, lay down on the recliner, and fell asleep with a big towel covering him - this place was more expensive than a large bunk bed, and it was about the same as an ordinary hotel. People who could afford to stay in a hotel usually would not stay in a shared room.

The people here were well-informed. Seeing Bai Lang's good looks, big body and well-developed muscles, they knew that he was a seed of wealth and served him wholeheartedly. Bai Lang also threw out a lot of money and asked the waiters to buy him some snacks such as Shengjian and Shuangdang. As for dinner, he asked a nearby restaurant to deliver it, which was Huaiyang cuisine. After eating and drinking, he had a good sleep. When he woke up the next day, he had a classic Shanghai breakfast set. After eating the money, he didn't need the tattered robe anymore.

This is actually a treasure, but it is made of natural silk. However, in this world it is just an ordinary silk robe. Although it is not cheap, it is not that expensive either. If someone finds out that this thing is actually not damaged by water or fire, then Bai Lang is not pretending to be a big shot. It is simply because this robe cannot be repaired in this world. Apart from taking silk from the clothes themselves, where else can he find the same silk material to repair it?

So he changed into a three-piece suit, so that he could hide in the crowd, but Bai Lang's big beard would still attract attention - so he had to trim it to a smooth beard like Guan Yu Gundam, and his hair could be tidied up anyway, since Bai Lang prefers short hair. With a hat to cover it up, Bai Lang didn't stand out except for his height.

After Bai Lang finished dressing up, he took bus No. 14 to Hongkou. It was a bit too far to take a rickshaw for this distance, so the bus was better. After arriving at the station, you can walk to the headquarters. There were Japanese soldiers standing guard on the street, so it was difficult for ordinary vehicles and rickshaws to enter.