Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 352 Coins
The broad leaves of the trees block most of the starlight, making it even more deep and dark.

However, in the forest, there were two figures running fast, one behind the other.

With the help of the vision of the left eye, the army ran ahead, and from time to time used the power of thought to fly stones or pull branches and grass stems to block the pursuit of the gate.

However, the speed of the gate did not slow down at all. Instead, because of the advantage of long legs and large strides, it chased closer and closer.

The piercing pain in his left hand made Da Jun frown, and the pursuit of the gate made him even more aggrieved and inexplicable.

He originally thought highly of himself and wanted to come to Xianggang to make a big splash, but since he came to Xianggang, he was first defeated on a gambling boat, and then injured by a mysterious man at the pier. Nothing was seen.

After entering the asylum, he was abducted by an inhuman guy and forced to escape from the prison, and then sneaked out.

After finally following that inhuman guy, I met a big boss again. I thought I would have a chance to escape from the clutches, but when I came out to find a cultural relic, I would meet a terrifying neon swordsman who had two fingers chopped off...

What happened to this world?He just wants to earn some money to live a good life, why is it so difficult?
The sound of heavy footsteps and breathing getting closer and closer behind the ears, the sound of piercing the air appeared, Da Jun jumped forward and rolled, and before he could dodge in time, he was cut open in the buttocks with a knife.

"what!"

With a scream, he fell to the ground and gnawed a mouthful of mud.

He forced himself up, but was stepped on his back by a big foot, and fell down again.

Stepping on the army with one foot on the gate, the Taidao stuck down against the side of his face and sank into the soil under his body.

Dajun froze, not daring to struggle anymore.

Exhaling, the door held a knife and looked down at the man under his feet.

This time the operation in the door was very secretive, and the head of the door issued the order temporarily, how could there be a man with extraordinary power appearing here?
"Who sent you here?"

He asked in a deep voice.

"It's Brother Huan."

With sand in his mouth, Dajun spoke with difficulty.

"Brother Huan?"

Damen frowned: "Who is Brother Huan?"

He originally thought that the person in front of him was sent by the other presidents in the door, but unexpectedly he heard an unfamiliar word.

"I'm here looking for someone."

Da Jun stretched his body and said, "I'm here to find Lan Zuikun!"

"What are you doing with him?"

"Find an artifact."

"Relics? What cultural relics?"

"A corpse."

"Are you kidding me?"

The gate raised the knife and pressed the blade against his back and heart.

Feeling the tingling pain in his vest, Da Jun hurriedly explained: "It's really a corpse, the corpse of a child."

The door stared at him without saying a word.

Judging from his tone, it didn't seem like he was lying, but Damen still didn't believe his words.

No matter what he said was true or not, it was too coincidental that he appeared here at this time.

Listening to his breathing after silence, Da Jun felt that the hair on the back of his neck was trembling and standing on end, and the back of his head was itchy.

He sensed the killing intent at the gate.

Just as he was about to pierce his heart with a knife, a strange light reflected from the knife made the door look back behind him.

A tall and thin figure stood not far away, like a giant praying mantis.

"Your hearing is not as sharp as last time."

The figure said something.

"Your Cantonese is really bad."

Damen looked at him coldly with a straight face.

"The temper is still the same as before."

A few beams of bright flashlights approached from a distance beside him shaking, making his triangular eyes flicker in the darkness.

Damen snorted coldly: "How dare you not say honorific words when facing seniors, what a guy who is not polite."

"there!"

A neon whisper came, and the bright flashlight quickly approached.

Mantis's face lit up, he looked at the gate expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Your sword skills are rusty, senior."

The corner of Damen's mouth twitched, and he was about to refute, but suddenly he felt a warning sign, he took a step back, swung the sword, and quickly stepped aside.

when!
Dangdang!

A few metal collisions sounded, and sparks flew in the darkness. The army who was lying on the ground stood up and was about to run in one direction, but he heard a whistling behind his ears, and a sword was pressed against his shoulder. It plunged into the ground in front of him with a bang, half a foot deep, with the blade pointing backwards.

Dajun's body was stiff and stopped at the same spot. He knew that if he ran half a second faster, the knife would be stuck in his vest.

The bright flashlight approached, and ten strong men surrounded the place with a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The light illuminated the figure of the gate, and he looked a little gloomy, staring at the army, and silently inserted the knife into the ground.

He raised his hand to touch his chest on the right side, where there was a hole in the jacket, and a trace of bright red leaked out.

The hole was torn open with force, revealing a strong chest. Under the light, there was actually a round thin slice with a pattern border embedded there, which penetrated very deep into the flesh, and only a small half was exposed.

Holding the small half of the slice, Da Jun pulled it out expressionlessly, a stream of blood immediately overflowed from the wound, and flowed down his chest.

He took the thin slice in his hand and looked at it. There was a pattern under the blood stains. It turned out to be a two-yuan Hong Kong dollar coin.

The edge of the silver-white coin has been sharpened, and the top of the pattern has been carefully polished to form a cutting edge. It is an exquisite coin dart.

Dajun was panting, his ears were ringing, and his heart was full of annoyance.

The blow just now was his hidden backhand, but it failed to seriously injure this guy, and only caused him a little injury, which really outweighed the gain.

He looked in the direction of Weiwei Village, Brother Huan, you must have heard the gunshot, right?Why hasn't it appeared yet?

"Extraordinary power?"

The triangular eyes of the mantis looked at the army without the slightest emotion.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and Lan Zuikun came after him panting, complaining, "Don't worry! I'll help you find someone, okay?"

As he said that, he suddenly saw the door in the crowd, and his face brightened: "Eh? Boss? So you are here! Why didn't you reply to me when I sent a signal just now?"

The gate glanced at him, looking at the army on the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Lan Zuikun rolled his eyes, and said a little nervously: "Hey! Bosses, let's make it clear first, business is business, you can't kill people here! Omura follows the rules. Go outside and settle it."

No one paid any attention to him. Mantis looked at the army and asked the gate, "Who is he?"

He seemed a little interested in this guy who hurt the gate.

"It's nothing, just a Chinese."

The face of the gate became dark again, he raised his knife and walked towards the army.

Hearing his words, Dajun was stunned for a moment, then realized, clenched his fists and glared at him.

Seeing this, Lan Zuikun was anxious, and hurried forward a few steps, blocked the side of the gate, and tried to persuade him again and again: "Boss, you are in big business, so why not talk about it! Don't be here if you want to kill people? I I still have to sail the boat to pick up the rest of the people, so why not just throw him into the sea? Evidence will be left behind if you do something on the shore! Just give me a face for Lan Zuikun, okay?"

(End of this chapter)