The terrain where Wan Sibai lives is a bit too complicated.

Yuyuan Road was originally a mixed-race place in Shanghai’s public concession.

All three religions and nine streams, traffickers and foot soldiers gathered here.

And the most critical question is:

The flow of people is too great.

The killer is hidden inside and is difficult to find.

But for a killer, it is too easy to keep an eye on the target.

Not to mention that patrols cannot be used temporarily, even if patrols are used, there are still huge dangers.

Moreover, where Wan Sibai lived, there was only one exit.

What should the killer do if he just blocks the front?

Meng Shaoyuan had a headache.

Create chaos? Pretend to be Vance White?

In doing so, the probability of success is too low.

"I saw at least five or six spies." Through the car window, Zhu Yanni observed very carefully.

If you observe carefully, there are traces for spies to follow.

For example, the man who set up a stall selling noodles did not pay attention to the customers at all, but kept looking at Wan Sibai's residence.

There is also a person near him wearing sunglasses and pretending to be a blind man playing the erhu. He is basically a boss who sells slim products.

Because the noodle seller will glance at the "blind man" from time to time. This is because the subordinates are there to observe the reaction of the superiors and whether there are any new instructions.

As for the blind man?

The most famous blind man playing the erhu is probably the blind man A Bing from Wuxi.

For this kind of food, usually when having a bowel movement, the head and body will move rhythmically with the erhu, but this "blind man" does not.

His head was frozen and stiff.

It was nothing more than using the cover of his sunglasses to swagger around and spy on the other side.

"Master Meng." Zhu Yanni turned her head and said, "What are you doing dressing up like this today?"

Today, Meng Shaoyuan is wearing a silk dress, cloth trousers, and tied trousers. The most important thing is that he wears a pair of nondescript leather shoes on his feet.

What's even more troublesome is that he also wears three large gold rings on his left and right hands.

Looks like this...he looks like a gangster.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't explain. He slowly took out a pair of small round sunglasses from his pocket and put them on: "Come on, I'll treat you to some noodles. Third aunt..."

"Snapped!"

"Zhu Yanni, why did you hit me on the head? You're rebelling!"

…

Zhu Yanni, who was wearing a dark red cheongsam and wearing bright red high heels, held Meng Shaoyuan's hand and came to the noodle stall.

"Two bowls of noodles, put eggs in them."

Meng Shaoyuan sat down swaggeringly.

"Ouch." At this time, even the tone of Zhu Yanni's words was exactly the same as those fashionable women in Shanghai: "Mr. Qin, look at it, look at it, clean it up a little bit...

…”

"Ouch."

Meng Shaoyuan was also very angry: "Is it hygienic? It was hygienic when I made the calligraphy for "Huichuntang"? Now that I have become my third concubine, I will teach you about hygiene."

"Ouch, Mr. Qin, why are you humming like this?"

Meng Shaoyuan, you are finished!

Zhu Yanni swore that Meng Shaoyuan would be doomed as soon as he returned!

Meng Shaoyuan spoke as if no one was around, with a loud voice that could be heard clearly by the people around him.

But one look at the appearance of this "Master Qin", it is almost certain that he is a gangster.

You can mess with anyone, except gangsters.

The noodle seller brought two bowls of noodles with eggs and put them in front of Meng Shaoyuan and Zhu Yanni with smiling faces: "Boss, your noodles."

Don't tell me, I speak Chinese very fluently.

Meng Shaoyuan just took a bite and put down his chopsticks: "Come here, noodle seller."

"Boss, what's the matter? What's the matter?" The noodle seller hurried over.

"What kind of noodles are you making, you bastard?"

Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand, and a bowl of noodle soup was poured directly into his face...

…

The phone rang.

Wan Sibai answered the phone: "Who?"

"The military commander is responsible for covering your retreat... Listen, prepare to evacuate in thirty minutes."

"What? So fast?"

"Don't ask. In thirty minutes, take your wife and children out. In five minutes, a man from the Western Clothing Store will bring you clothes. Ask your servant to get the clothes. The retreat plan is in the left pocket."

"I……"

"I told you, don't ask, our director will personally handle your retreat."

"Understood."

…

"What kind of noodles are you making, you bastard?"

Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand and a bowl of noodle soup was poured directly onto the face of the noodle seller.

The bowl of noodles had just been cooked and was still hot, so the noodle seller covered his face and screamed.

Several Japanese spies nearby looked at the blind man, but the blind man calmly shook his head.

It took the noodle seller a long time to let go of his hand, and half of his face turned red.

Meng Shaoyuan sneered, took out a dagger and stabbed the table hard: "Do you know why you have to suffer this?"

"I have no idea I have no idea."

The noodle seller was full of anger.

If I hadn't been on a special mission, I would have killed this guy long ago!

…

The blind man suddenly saw a rickshaw stop at Wan Sibai's door, and a man dressed as a waiter got off the rickshaw. The blind man immediately became distracted.

The guy rang the doorbell and the servant came out. The guy handed the packed clothes to the servant. Then the door closed again and the guy got into the rickshaw and left.

There were no problems throughout the entire process.

The blind man immediately turned his attention to the noodle shop...

…

"Do you know why you have to suffer this?" Meng Shaoyuan sneered: "Do you know who I am?"

"I have no idea I have no idea."

"Long sword, short sword and quick spear, goshawk, cheetah and black tiger, iron fist and copper palm flying kick, teapot accountant, a golden ax shakes Shanghai, the Thirteen Taibao is the most heroic!" Meng Shaoyuan clapped his chest: "Alla is Qin among the Thirteen Taibao.

Young Master!"

Damn it, gangster!

The noodle seller quickly nodded and bowed: "It's my fault that I'm blind. It's my fault that I'm blind."

"Listen, Boss Ji is covering this place." Meng Shaoyuan found that it was quite fun to be a gangster, especially when Ji Yunqing's name was brought out:

"If you set up a stall here, you have to pay boss Ji protection fees! Have you paid your protection fees?"

"No, no, I'll give it right now, I'll give it right now."

It is a normal thing in Shanghai for gangsters to extort protection money. The noodle seller could only admit that he was unlucky and quickly took out a few yuan and handed it to Meng Shaoyuan with a smile on his face.

"It will be this number every week from now on." Meng Shaoyuan collected the money and said, "Be smart, who will mess with the boss's name during the season."

"Okay, okay."

"Master Qin, Master Qin."

At this moment, a man in black shorts ran up to Meng Shaoyuan and whispered something in his ear.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Meng Shaoyuan asked without hesitation.

"OK, sure." The black dagger pointed to the opposite side: "Look, it's out."

…

The door of Wan Sibai's house opened.

Wan Sibai, his wife and children walked out, carrying a briefcase in their hands, and seemed to be going out to eat.

Suddenly, an accident happened.

"Master Qin" fiercely pulled out his gun and shouted:

"Vance Bai!"

"Bang bang bang"!

The gun in his hand went off.

Wan Sibai fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!