Cao Wei naturally didn't know what He Liansheng thought now. Anyway, he only had one idea, that is, soldiers come to block the generals, and water comes to cover the earth.

He didn't take the society and gangs like He Liansheng seriously. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was really crowded and had some despicable means, he wouldn't bother to hit these people who couldn't get on the table.

With such intimidation at the moment, he felt that the strength should be just right. As long as the bosses of these clubs are not so crazy that they want to die with the two women, then there is some guarantee for the safety of Ah Hong and Amin.

As for whether the club could win the bet, he won the role of 47 in one fell swoop. Cao Wei could only say that you should take a shower and go to bed, there are everything in your dreams.

It is really overestimable to have a mere club that wants to fight against rare elites like 47. To be honest, it is not necessary or determined, otherwise Cao Wei will be fully sure that the so-called Centennial Group will completely collapse the so-called Centennial Group.

He Liansheng is not afraid at all. There are only two threats he really cares about, one is the police and the other is the international killer group of mainland hotels.

The police are fine. After all, as a formal institution, they are not ashamed to take two women as hostages. However, it is hard to say about the mainland hotel.

Killers do everything they can.

I won’t talk about lacquer body swallowing charcoal, let’s give an example from the Middle Ages.

The medieval castles were strictly guarded, easy to defend and difficult to attack. But there is an exception, that is, the feces erected inside the castle.

Even if it was the king's toilet, it was a feces road that led directly to the castle. The assassin at that time thought of a very unique assassination plan. He first understood the feces road in the target room, and then committed the crime against the wind, quietly squatting in the feces road with a spear.

When will it be, it is probably when the shit is soaked. While the top of your head is hot, you can poke the spear on your hand up and you can basically finish your work and run away.

Don't believe it. The Bohemia King Venceslav III was so useless. From this we can see that killers have never been a glamorous profession, and enduring humiliation and other things are the norm. If they were a woman, they would probably even use the beauty tricks frequently.

If you do this kind of business, don’t expect them to have any integrity. If you are targeted by such a group of unconventional guys, even if you have a 47-year-old skill, Cao Wei dared not promise that he would be able to take care of everything.

So he had an attack on He Liansheng, and he also had an idea to see if he could attract the attention of the police and mainland hotels to He Liansheng.

I am not afraid of the fellow Taoist, but I don’t feel guilty about doing this anyway. As of now, the police quickly took the bait, but there was no movement in the mainland hotel.

He changed his identities twice, and even Sikong Mingzhao's vest was pulled out and he couldn't take the bait. This made him a little doubt whether the mainland hotel had given up.

But just giving up like this... This seems to be a bit in line with the style of a mainland hotel.

After thinking about the scene where Keanu Reeves was chased through the world just because he broke the rules, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with it.

Could it be that my behavior is not a slap in the face, or is it that compared with the behavior of breaking the rules, my behavior is still within the scope of tolerance of mainland hotels? Cao Wei couldn't control it.

Of course he didn't know, because although he suffered a loss in the mainland hotel, he also made a lot of money. In comparison, the mainland hotel also saw his value.

Shouldn’t the top killer be matched with the top killer group?

The mainland hotel certainly doesn't want to let killer pearls like 47 cover him. So they have already made plans to contact him. The reason why they haven't acted yet is because the Edo branch of the mainland hotel happened to happen.

Yamamoto, the manager of the mainland hotel, suddenly died. He died in his own mansion. It seemed like suicide, but how could he have the idea of ​​suicide with such power?

The Edo side was already in chaos. With the undercurrents, mainland hotels had to focus more on maintaining stability. This made no one care about the 47 matter now.

They were not in a hurry. After all, how could such a powerful killer disappear if he disappeared? We can't say that he had an amazing murder ability. He just made a famous person and washed his hands and went to a street stall to sell snacks, right?

If you really have such a high level of awareness, what kind of killer is it? Wouldn’t it be better to be a chef from the beginning?

So they are really not in a hurry, and even said that some people have made plans to wait for 47 to come to their door. After all, in terms of service and logistics, their mainland hotels are at the top level. Cooperating with them is like a tiger with wings and will never go astray. They don’t believe that people as powerful as 47 will not be able to see this clearly.

But unfortunately, Cao Wei really doesn't understand. He didn't really get married in the killer circle. He became a monk halfway through, and even the mainland hotels were inquiring out the news from the previous female killer. How could he know the twists and turns in this?

Besides, he was surrounded by a bunch of rules in mainland hotels and was used as a tool by the organization called Gaotai Table in the movie? He asked himself that he was not that lowly.

His idea is very simple at the moment. He wants to find me 47, right? Then look for it. If you can find me, I think you are capable.

After transforming into Sikong Mingzhao's appearance, Cao Wei did not rush to find Ah Hong and Amin. Instead, he went to the real estate agency first.

He had already contacted the sales staff of the agency, so when the name was reported, a short, fat guy immediately rubbed his hands and came up.

"Mr. Sikong is such a handsome talent, Fengshen is handsome. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Ling and Ling Zhaoxiang. I have found the house you want. I don't know if you are going to see it now or..."

"Go now. As long as I am satisfied, everything will be easy..."

"That's a good relationship...Mr. Situ, please. The house is near the New Territories..."

Ling Zhaoxiang was naturally happy, after all, this was a sucker.

The other party only has an old house, and it is an old house that has been killed. He has never heard of such an outrageous request in this industry.

There is basically no one who wants this kind of old house that belongs to haunted houses and cannot be sold. It is often thrown into the hands of the hands, or see if you can encounter any suspicion and hit it head-on.

Generally speaking, he rarely had this luck, but he didn't expect that he would encounter it. So he didn't sleep all night last night and searched through the company's house information, and then he found such a property from the pile of old papers.

"Here, Mr. Sikong. It's here!"

"This was handled by a friend of our boss back then. How can I say that a house is a good house. The old-fashioned Shanghai Shang Bao concubine used it, which was considered a lot of money back then. Look, it is definitely the old-fashioned style of the Republic of China mansion, and every brick and tile is the top of the year. Even now, it will definitely not be too outdated."

As soon as he arrived at the location, Ling Zhaoxiang began to introduce it enthusiastically. After a closer look, the house was indeed grand.

Although it is not as good as the villa that Uncle Da picked up, the two-story old apartment on the upper and lower floors, coupled with the small back garden, has a unique and historical and cultural atmosphere.

But what Cao Wei wanted was not how grand and beautiful the house was, what he wanted was something else. He also stared at the house from afar and looked at it, and then asked directly.

"I'm barely satisfied with the house, but what about my other requirements?"

"Don't worry, I will do my business naturally."

As soon as he patted his chest, the short and fat man replied with a smile.

"I have already found out about the story about this house. The Shanghai business owner started his business with his wife, but ended up falling in love with a performer. Then he bought such a house here and kept her here with a maid. He had delicious food and drinks, which was considered loving."

"But the paper can't keep the fire. The boss's original wife came to the door and gave him two choices directly. Either leave the house with nothing or break it with this concubine. The boss was not willing to give up, so he had to choose to give up. After he let go, the two women were helpless and died in this house soon."

"The boss probably felt guilty. As soon as my wife died, she immigrated overseas. It is said that she never returned in her life. His son is my boss's friend. Now almost the whole family has immigrated, and only one son is left working in Xiangjiang."

"Originally, people didn't plan to sell this house. When the boss left, he told his children and grandchildren to take good care of the house. But he couldn't hold on to the big stall, and the family had some difficulty in immigrating. In addition, he is now a person who is about to lose money in a few days, so the house is also empty. Their family dare not live in it, and they can't sell it. It just so happens that you are interested in this kind of house, so..."

Ling Zhaoxiang smiled, but he understood the implication very well.

The price is just a matter of price, so Cao Wei naturally doesn't care about this.

"Can you go in and have a look?"

"Of course, the key is here, please ask me! But the owner said first. If you don't buy it, you can't move the things inside. Especially on the second floor, it was from the concubine's boudoir back then."

Ling Zhaoxiang said, while opening the two doors inside and outside. As soon as he entered the room, a yin energy rushed over from the dark side. Cao Wei immediately knew that he had found the right place.

And he slightly swept away the old decorations in the house, and Cao Wei spoke immediately.

"It's okay, you can quote a price."

"Hey, Mr. Sikong. Don't look at the old things here, but there is water and electricity, and people often take care of them...ah, what, you ask for the price!"
Chapter completed!