Baojian

Chapter 664 Estate
"Hey, Brother Qin, this is no small matter."

Seeing Qin Feng's calm and calm appearance, Xiang Huaxiang became a little anxious. At this time, Qin Feng's importance in his heart had far surpassed that of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

"Brother Xiang, it's okay, I'm sure..."

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. He hadn't thought of getting Xiang Huaxiang involved in this matter. Now that he can find those Japanese, he naturally won't bother Xiang Huaxiang anymore.

"Brother Xiang, since Qin Feng said so, he must be sure, come, let's drink!"

If you want to say that the person who has the most confidence in Qin Feng is naturally Bai Zhentian. In the big scene of Las Vegas, Qin Feng can retreat unscathed, how can he turn over in front of a few Japanese? Boat?
"Okay..." Xiang Huaxiang nodded, glanced left and right, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qin, Hong Kong Island has returned now, so don't overdo some things..."

In the past, it was common for several people to be killed by fire on the road. However, since [-], the law and order on Hong Kong Island has improved day by day. People like Xiang Huaxiang are also behaving with their tails between their tails, for fear of being liquidated. things.

"Thank you, Brother Xiang, for reminding me, I know it well."

Qin Feng picked up the wine glass with a smile, and said: "For such a small matter, not only has Brother Hao and Brother Xiang been bothered, but also Brother Bai has come from thousands of miles away. I am really sorry. With this wine, I will toast everyone ..."

The most important thing in Jianghu is to save face. Even if others can't help him, but his attitude is done. When Qin Feng solves this matter, he still has to drink to thank the few people in front of him.

"You boy, what kind of politeness do you have with me?" Bai Zhentian and others glared at Qin Feng, but they finished off the wine in the cup.

"Huh? Wanchai No. [-] Pier, there are people coming to meet you..."

When Qin Feng was about to speak, he suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw that a message appeared on the screen of the phone.

"Old Dou's efficiency is quite high..." Qin Feng casually stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, without showing the slightest abnormality on his face, he just toasted to Bai Zhentian and others frequently.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Drinking until midnight, Bai Zhentian stood up staggeringly. He was the most honored guest today, and he was almost bombed one after another. Rao Boss Bai had a good drinker, and he was six to seven points drunk at this moment.

"President Bai, why don't we go to the nightclub again?" Xiang Huaxiang was still sober, after all, this was his home game, and his younger brother helped him buy a lot of wine.

"Qin Feng, what do you mean?" Bai Zhentian took a deep breath, and circulated the true energy in his body for a week, and he suddenly woke up.

"Go, play all night." Qin Feng said with a smile: "These of us are together all night, if so many people are missing in Hong Kong Island, we can't be found, right?"

"Okay, brother Xiang, you can arrange another venue!"

Bai Zhentian asked Xian to understand the elegant meaning, and immediately nodded in agreement. He knew that Qin Feng wanted him to wait for someone to cover him, so as to facilitate his actions.

Xiang Huaxiang also understood what Qin Feng meant. After the group left the bar, they went to a nightclub owned by Xiang Huaxiang, but no one noticed that after entering the nightclub, Qin Feng quietly left through the back door.

Outside the alley at the back entrance of the nightclub, Xiang Huaxiang had already arranged for an unremarkable gray van, the door was left open, and the key was inserted inside.

"It's really awkward. It seems that Boss Xiang should find a driver."

Although there are not many cars on the roads of Hong Kong Island at midnight, Qin Feng is really not used to driving cars on the right, especially if he still needs to drive on the left, which makes him feel even more uncomfortable.

After almost colliding head-on with the oncoming car twice in a row, Qin Feng simply slowed down the speed to about 50 kilometers and started driving slowly on the left side.

"Sham Shui Po?"

After more than half an hour, Qin Feng parked the car one block away, looked at the map with the reading lights on the roof, and found himself in a place called Sham Shui Po.

Potongbu, which means wharf, is located in Sham Shui Po on the Kowloon Peninsula. It is one of the earliest developed areas on Hong Kong Island and was once an industrial, commercial and transportation hub.

But today, most of the land in Sham Shui Po has been built on housing, and the housing estates on Hong Kong Island are located in this place, which is commonly known as a slum area.

Compared with those places in Central, Qin Feng's current location is not even as good as some third- and fourth-tier cities in the inland. The dilapidated streets and low-rise houses almost make Qin Feng think that he has come to the inland countryside.

Outside the street where Qin Feng parked, there is a night market. Although it is past twelve o'clock in the night, this night market is still very lively, and the shouts of some small vendors can be heard endlessly.

On both sides of the street, there are many signboards such as massage and massage. Qin Feng is very familiar with this kind of scene, because these scenes often appear in early Hong Kong and Taiwan movies.

"Hiding here, it's quite hard to find." Qin Feng pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked into the night market slowly, his nose was filled with all kinds of unpleasant smells.

"Damn it, no wonder I lost track of you last time."

Qin Feng cursed secretly in his heart, most of the people living here are engaged in some low-level jobs, just like the person walking in front of Qin Feng at this time, his body is full of fishy smell, obviously just I came back from the sea.

Walking through this not-so-long street, a housing estate appeared in front of Qin Feng.

Most of these public houses were built in the 60s and [-]s, with extremely poor planning, sewage flowing on the ground, and children's cries can be heard from time to time in some houses with lights on.

Under the street lights outside the housing estate, a group of young men with tattoos on their shoulders were betting on Pai Gow, whistling to the girls coming home from the market from time to time.

"Shaanzi, what are you looking at?" A young man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth glared at Qin Feng, his provocation was beyond words.

"Boss, I'm passing by!" Qin Feng smiled, nodded and walked past those people.

"Maozi, that kid is well dressed." When Qin Feng walked over, a young man with triangular eyes stared hard at Qin Feng's back.

"Keep an eye on this kid."

Maozai nodded. These people who hang out in the housing estates all day have very poisonous eyes. At a glance, they can tell that Qin Feng is not a local, and from clothes to feet, they are all branded.

For these low-level ruffians, it would be a pity to let go of such a fat sheep. At best, they could get a few packs of cigarette money from him.

Throwing down the Pai Gow in his hand, Maozai and the others hung behind Qin Feng far away.

"Damn, there are really things that don't have eyes." Qin Feng shook his head slightly, and quickened his pace a little. In the messy housing estate, it was easy to get rid of a few people.

After going around in a circle and returning to the parking place, Qin Feng started the car and turned into an alley.

When driving forward for about 20 meters, Qin Feng turned off the car's engine, and relying on the inertia of the forward movement, he stopped the car at the gate of a housing estate with lights on.
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Due to years of disrepair, the small village houses have begun to peel off the walls, and there is a musty smell everywhere.

One person was lying on the two camp beds with bunk beds, and the other person was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. It was the Nakajima that Qin Feng had seen before.

"Mr. Nakajima, Wu Zhe has already been killed by us, so we have completed the task?"

A young man with dark skin and short stature touched his Rendanhu while talking, but he forgot that he had already shaved off his beard before coming to Hong Kong Island.

"That's right, Nakajima-kun, I also think we can go back to Japan." Hashimoto, who had clashed with Xiang Huaxiang at the bar, also said.

The house they are in now is a stronghold of the Yamaguchi group on Hong Kong Island in the early years. It is really dilapidated and uninhabitable. Staying here for one more day is a kind of torture for Hashimoto and others.

"Baga, Mr. Inoue, do you really think that Wu Zhe is the murderer?"

Hearing the young man's words, Nakajima had a gloomy look on his face, and said, "Wu Zhe has already confessed that someone borrowed his ID card and killed Nakagawa in Las Vegas. We have to do it." Yes, to find the real murderer..."

Nakajima is a fanatical admirer of Kikujiro. In his opinion, as long as it is a task assigned by Master Kikujiro, it must be successfully completed without compromise.

Hashimoto said with some dissatisfaction: "But that Dou has already gone into hiding. This is the territory of the Chinese people. We can't find him at all..."

In the era when cold weapons withdrew from the stage of history, the number of ninjas in Japan has also been greatly reduced. Many organizations cultivate ninjas, which represent more of a symbolic spirit.

People like Hashimoto lived very comfortably in Japan, and they often didn’t have a mission for a year or two. Therefore, after coming to Hong Kong Island this time, they complained a lot and hoped to return to Japan as soon as possible.

"I've already had people check the details of that Dou."

Nakajima sneered, and said: "As long as we find out his details, we can use the other party's family to threaten him. I don't believe he will hide himself..."

Foreign gangs naturally don't know what "propriety, righteousness, shame, filial piety, loyalty and trust" is, and they don't know that in the Jianghu of this ancient oriental civilization, there is an old saying called "the family is not as good as a disaster".

"Cheer up, all of you. I guarantee that as long as you can complete the task assigned by Lord Kikujiro this time, your rank in the organization can be raised by one level..."

Although he is the leader of this operation, Nakajima knows that these people cannot be suppressed blindly, and they still have to give some benefits when appropriate.

In the Yamaguchi-gumi, the hierarchical system is very strict, and the treatment corresponding to each grade is not the same. A small leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi lives no worse than those rich people, or even worse.

However, it is very difficult to raise the level within the organization. After hearing Nakajima's words, Hashimoto and the others all had a gleam in their eyes, and said in unison: "Hay, it's all up to Nakajima-kun!"

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