The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The crossroads of civilization~! "

As he read the words of the head coach below, Dong Ye, the leader of Hongmen, looked hard to understand at this time. As he stood by the window, the light happened to fall on him, half bright and half dark, just like he was at the moment. life.

Literary classes are not taught in martial arts halls, but the words of the masters contain the philosophy of life. To learn martial arts, you must first learn morality, and to learn skills, you must learn etiquette first. They not only hope that the apprentices will break into a new world after leaving the apprenticeship, but also I'm afraid that the teaching will produce lawless and evil disciples, which will bring trouble to the sect.

The room is furnished in Chinese style, with a wooden bed and a desk.

Only a green desk lamp was left on the desk. If Li Feng were there, he would definitely feel that it looked very familiar. It was exactly the same as the one used in the office of the steel rolling mill. It was almost the same. It was poured out of the same mold.

In the photo frame on the wall, there are black-and-white photos of when he was inaugurated as the leader of the society, and a photo of Mr. Dong sitting alone in front of the dragon altar with a dragon head stick in hand. Of course, the biggest one is a group photo of a group of people in military uniforms.

And he, the young Mr. Dong, seemed to be among them.

Written from left to right, the Guangdong J66 Army instructs all the troops to swear an oath to Shanghai. Although the photo is shabby and has obvious creases in the middle, it can still be seen that his eyes were so bright when he was young.

More than 900,000 people left Guangdong for three days, and more than a thousand people came back. Everyone knows that Sichuan and Hunan are noble, but they don't know that every household in Guangdong hangs white silk ribbons.

More than twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and a person has turned 30 years old. In the blink of an eye, if it were not for his still straight waist, I am afraid that even the following scenes would not be there.

"Master Dong, it's time to wash up, hehe~!"

Han Bao'er bent over and entered through the open door, holding a glass of boiled water in his hand. After putting it on the table, he laughed silly. It wasn't until the person in front of the window lowered his head that Han Bao'er's big hand Got that round prosthetic eye.

Seeing Mr. Dong's back turned to him, Han Bao'er licked the corners of his mouth and pinched his prosthetic eyes. He first looked at the sun to check the transparency, and then rubbed it in the middle of his hands. If he hadn't known that this thing couldn't be eaten, he might have wanted to Take a bite on your lips.

"Okay, stop playing and put it in~!"

Even though he didn't look back, Mr. Dong seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and saw what Han Bao'er was doing.

The strong man like an iron tower stuck out his tongue after hearing Mr. Dong's words, and with a "pop", his round prosthetic eye fell into the disinfectant water in the glass.

"Master Dong, they are from my hometown. They took the train from Switzerland and lived with the Chinese people who were in charge of purchasing before~!"

The person in charge of the Hongmen patrol (intelligence) was dressed in a long gown. After Han Baoer went out, he took out a letter and found out the time and place of Li Feng's group's arrival, the train they took and even the hotel they stayed in.

Mr. Dong, who was standing in front of the window with his back turned, nodded noncommittally, as if he had already guessed the result. He still stood and did not pick up the letter in front of his hands and read it.

"That's it, let's burn it~!"

"Yes~!"

Such a piece of information, which had not been detected even after three gangs and three gangs were destroyed, was just destroyed in the flames.

Invisibly, through this, you can see the background of a gang. It came out more than two hundred years ago, and it still has something to it.

The patrolman did not leave after reporting the news, but still stood behind Mr. Dong, as if there was still some uncertain news.

"Say it!"

Mr. Dong did not chase anyone away. After turning around slowly, he slapped his palm lightly on the table. The prosthetic eye floating up and down in the glass jumped out of the disinfectant, fell into the palm handkerchief, and wiped it carefully. stand up.

"The timing was a bit coincidental. There was an explosion in the embassy that night, and four Ferbole police officers died inside. Although it was said that there was a reason for the incident and there was a fight between the two sides, it was such a coincidence!"

Those who work in intelligence will never believe this. They will only believe in their own judgment. Something will happen on the same day and at night. Somehow, he feels that he is related to those people. Although there is no evidence to prove it, what evidence does the gang say? As long as the guess is reasonable, let the boss decide.

Seeing Mr. Dong stuffing the prosthetic eye into the black cloth Longdong's eye socket, the patrolman dipped his hands into the disinfectant in the cup, wiped it and helped Mr. Dong adjust the position of the eye pupil.

"Are they still in the gendarmerie? If so, let Ah Qing fish them out!"

Sitting on an old chair, closing his eyes and meditating, Mr. Dong seemed to adjust to the increased weight in his eyes. After opening his eyes, he spoke slowly.

"No, they were not taken to the gendarmerie, but to a place in the 20th District~!"

"Those military police are not from District 13, and there were no police dispatched from the district that day~!"

"Oh~, the dragon crossing the river~!"

He opened the drawer with great interest and took out the cigarette butt that was thrown away at the scene. Looking at the two red characters on it, Mr. Dong seemed to be in much better spirits.

"Ada Zeng is back, and I asked Lao Wu to send someone to the dormitory of the steel factory in the north to stay temporarily for a few days~"    "He said that the young man was very interested in this place and asked a lot about our population, schools, I even made a special trip to take note of the problems at the shops along the street, and because of this, I gave him a five-dollar tip."

As the messages came together, the line of sight became clearer and clearer. Coupled with the incision when passing through the mountain gate, it could only prove one thing.

There is no doubt that the other party is following the official path. As for which "court" on the official path it is, let's wait and see.

"That's interesting, don't worry about them, just send someone to keep an eye on George V Street, cough, cough!"

As if he had a serious lung disease, Mr. Dong, who was in good spirits just now, let out a burst of intermittent and dull coughing, and the subsequent wheezing sound was like a bellows.

"Master Dong~!"

"I'm fine, let's get down~!"

Mr. Dong waved his hand nonchalantly, and the patrolman looked at him with a worried look on his face before exiting with clasped fists.

The cotton handkerchief squeezed tightly in his hand gradually opened, and a wisp of bright red came into view. Mr. Dong smiled bitterly and looked at the photos on the wall.

"Don't worry, old guys...!"

He picked up the faucet stick leaning against him and rubbed it from the faucet to the phoenix tail with his rough and dry palms. There was still a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he was looking back on the beautiful memories of the past.

Master Dong seems to be very aware of his current physical condition, so he can only seize the time. No matter what the outcome is, at least he must completely settle this gang before the arrival of civilization.

When he stood up again, the weakness just now disappeared in an instant, and he returned to his original state, becoming the Dong Ye who was still full of energy.

"Tell them that I am on the second floor of the Yangtze Hotel and invite them to drink tea. Remember, be polite!"

"Yes~!"

Ah Yao, the Hongmen red stick who had been guarding the door, nodded and turned to leave.

Iron Tower Hongmen, I don’t know if they are too stingy or if they really don’t have the money. There is only one telephone installed in the martial arts hall, which is still in the chief instructor’s room and office.

"Come on, you're hungry, come with me to the canteen~!"

After punching the faucet stick, Mr. Dong called out to the idiot who was still counting ants. This idiot's brain wasn't very bright, but his brain was very quick at accepting sensitive words. I heard that when he went to the canteen, He stood up with a clang, and bumped into the wooden stake man. The force of his violent rise even made the thick wooden stake swing from side to side.

Hanbaoer stood up and rubbed his head, then followed Master Hong like a normal person, leaving a group of training disciples in a mess on the side.

You know, not long ago, Liu Xianrong just cut the sticks and the stakes without moving. This big and thick fool is so powerful that even everyone knows that every inadvertent move can still make the experts smack their tongues. .

In the dining hall, when the disciples of Chef Lun saw Master Dong coming in, they all stopped what they were doing and kowtowed to him.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just here to take a look~!"

Following the boss's notification, the canteen started to get busy again. At this time, most of the dishes had been cut and put into wooden baskets. The drops of water on the leaves were still splashing down. The sound of kitchen knives being cooked does have the kind of pyrotechnics only found in cooking classes.

In the beginning, there were still chefs from the Yangtze Hotel here to teach the disciples. However, it didn’t take long. With the creation of the assistant kitchen system, everyone gradually learned how to cook. In addition to learning martial arts, the disciples here also had a life skill. , except the taste is average, but compared with foreign food, it is still good.

"Braised pork, hehe, there is braised pork~!"

Watching Mr. Dong open the steamers one by one, Hanbaoer who was following behind smelled the smell and hurried to the stew pot with the two buns in his hand. Like a child, he looked at the pot eagerly. He put the lid on and looked pitifully at the person beside him, probably his junior brother, who was almost salivating.

"Shh, I'll give you a spoonful of fat, but don't tell anyone else~!"

Although Han Bao'er didn't come often, the junior brothers also knew what he was good at. They scooped up a spoonful of braised pork that was not tender yet, pressed their hands down, and motioned for him to squat down and eat.

For such a big man, even when he was squatting down, he was extremely conspicuous, just like a big wild boar crawling into the kitchen, and other people couldn't see him.

In addition, there are other dishes, all of which are made according to Chinese style as much as possible. It can't be said that the poor are rich in martial arts. With so many young people studying martial arts gathered together, they are still in the state of half-grown men eating poor old men. In addition, Huge physical exertion, eating better than Li Feng, the deputy director of the factory.

In the corner, there are baskets upon baskets of eggs, which shows how rich the food is every day, something you don’t often see in steel rolling mill cafeterias.

After going around in a circle, Mr. Dong was holding a steaming steamed bun in his hand. He didn't even need side dishes. He broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Even if it was such a simple meal that didn't suit his status, he The food is very cherished and very delicious. (End of chapter)