Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 1187 December 17st ()

I am a casual person from Wolonggang, but I can discuss yin and yang as easily as turning the palm of my hand.

The late emperor went to Nanyang three times to request an alliance with Eastern Wu to destroy Cao Wei and establish a three-way balance of power.

As Wu Zhiguo sang in a melodious voice, Gu Xiaoman's heart was filled with emotions.

I didn't look at it deliberately, but I secretly thought in my heart, "Could it be him?"

The wheel of history keeps turning, and the drama that was supposed to happen two months later is happening at this moment.

The bright midday sun shone on his body, making him feel warm. Kurosaki walked alone on the road leading to the Black Dragon Society headquarters with a backpack on his back.

There is only one day left until the Gregorian New Year, and the metropolis of Shanghai is quite bustling at the moment.

The New Year is approaching, so of course I won’t burn incense to pray for blessings.

Therefore, there are more people visiting the City God Temple today than usual.

Although this New Year is only according to the Gregorian calendar, it is still considered the New Year and a way of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

There were too many people, it was a bit crowded, and it was difficult to walk.

Seeing this scene, Kurosaki frowned slightly, and then after observing the surrounding terrain, he planned to go through the alleys and take the small roads, trying to reach the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society as quickly as possible.

However, at this moment, he, as a sniper, keenly discovered that several eyes were staring at him.

Who is it? Someone from the Black Dragon Society?
Do they really dare to do it?

Kurosaki turned around while thinking, changing his original course of action.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

A voice came from behind. Heisaki didn't understand it and looked back. The backlash was a square-faced man who was holding a bucket of paste in his hand and a paper tube under his armpit.

Then he turned around and looked at a notice board not far away.

Heisaki suddenly understood what the person behind him wanted to do?
The square-faced man smiled as he moved aside to make way for him, then stepped past Kurosaki, came to the notice board, quickly applied some paste on it, and then "snapped" the paper under his armpit.

There are many Chinese characters in Japanese, so it was not difficult for Kurosaki to recognize the notice that had just been posted. Moreover, except for the line of Chinese characters at the top of the notice, the rest of the Chinese characters were all numbers.

what is this?
After seeing these numbers, questions immediately arose in Kurosaki's mind, so he stopped and looked at them carefully.

After converting Chinese numerals into Arabic numerals, Kurosaki actually discovered that there seemed to be some secret hidden beneath these numbers.

But Kurosaki didn't care about the secret. He was just curious and looked at it casually for a while.

After looking for a while, Heisaki couldn't figure out what it was, so he turned and left.

This time he did not go into the alley, but walked towards the crowded direction of the City God Temple.

With the help of the crowd, Kurosaki squeezed his way into a bun shop on the side of the road.

After entering the bun shop, he looked around and when he didn't find any suspicious people, he immediately went to the kitchen.

Guests are usually not allowed to enter the kitchen, so the waiter immediately stopped Heisaki with a smile, "Sir, the kitchen is in the back."

Kurosaki glanced at the waiter coldly, then opened his shirt, revealing a black pistol.

When the waiter saw the gun, he was so scared that he shuddered immediately, then quickly took a step back to clear the passage to the kitchen.

Closing his shirt, Kurosaki stepped into the kitchen.

About a minute after Kurosaki entered the kitchen, the waiter walked in cautiously.