He thought carefully at this time and thought of something again, but the other person's body was still not clear enough. He only remembered that she smashed the window with her shoulder, and then flew out. As for the other person's face, he had no chance to see it.
Cruel enough, absolutely cruel enough.
She should know how much risk she took by doing this, if Lu Ming's knife was faster or harder, it would really penetrate into her spine.
What the other side is fighting for is this slim chance.
Thinking of this, Lu Ming admired this female killer.
He walked into the room and began to check if the female killer had touched anything of his.
But nothing seemed to have been touched in the house, except for a few drops of blood behind the door, which should have been left by the female killer. I don't know whether she used human blood, pig blood, or red ink.
After he checked inside and outside the room, he confirmed that nothing had been touched. This confused him. Why did the female killer enter the room?
Do you really want to hide in the room and wait for him to come in to kill you?
He was now certain that this female killer had sneaked in when several members of the Qing Gang came in. The night watchman was so dim that he obviously didn't notice her, or perhaps thought they were in a group.
But why did this woman want to kill him? In other words, why would anyone want to kill him?
He is just a private detective with no name and no one cares about him. If he was not in an office building and the grass was already growing outside the door, how could he have provoked such a powerful female killer?
No, this night visit was just a warning, otherwise the female killer wouldn't have left that bloody fingerprint on the door. But since it was a warning, why did she have to enter the room? This doesn't make sense.
In a room of a building a few miles away, a dim oil lamp was burning.
"Why are you still hurt?" a man's voice said.
"I was trapped in the room by that Lu Ming, so I had no choice but to break the window and jump off the building to escape." A woman's voice contained some pain in its sibilant voice.
"I just asked you to send a warning, why are you injured all over?" The man's voice was confused.
"I wanted to find out his details, so I entered his house when I had the chance. What does that guy do? Is he a hindrance to us?" a woman's voice said.
"You and I don't need to know the reason. We are just following orders. We will do whatever the superiors tell us. Did you suddenly change your mind and want to kill that person?"
"I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to test him. I didn't expect that this guy was really easy to mess with. He started to compete with me, and I almost fell into trouble." The woman was frightened.
"This kid Lu Ming still has this ability? How is this possible?" the man said in shock.
"Yes, he must have been trained, knows how to advance and retreat, and knows how to block his opponent," the woman said.
"No way, this kid is given a good gift by his parents. He looks like a dog, but in fact his belly is full of grass. Why would he be a private detective? It's ridiculous. He is chewing on his parents now, and he will also eat their soft flesh in the future.
Damn it, what is his ability? You can pin him to the ground with just one finger and make him unable to get up." The man said in a dismissive voice.
"You are wrong. I don't know if this Lu Ming will be a softie in the future, but he is definitely not a bear bag. You underestimate him, but be careful." The woman insisted on her point of view.
"You were just trying to scare yourself. Before you even fought with anyone, you were so frightened that you jumped out of the window and ran away. I didn't even have the shame to tell you." The man chuckled.
"Just be arrogant. When you suffer a big loss in the future, don't say that I didn't tell you the truth." The woman complained.
Then, there was no more sound exchange between the two parties. After a while, the oil lamp was blown out, and the two figures walked out of the building, and then disappeared into the dark night.
In the morning, Lu Ming fell asleep for a while. He was holding a knife in his hand and a loaded pistol under his pillow. He was ready for action.
But nothing happened until daylight broke out. He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the bright sunshine, wondering if what happened last night was a nightmare.
But the letter in the drawer and the broken window reminded him that everything really happened.
After washing up, he went out, found a guy he knew, gave him a piece of ocean, and asked him to find someone to replace the window with a good one. It was already broken into pieces. There was no way to repair it. He could only replace it with another one.
new.
Then he went to a nearby restaurant and had a hearty breakfast.
After breakfast, he flagged down a cab and told the driver to go to the Cyclamen Tea House.
The Cyclamen Tea House is also run by the Qinggang. The place is packed every day. It’s not that these people love drinking tea, but that there are storytellers talking about storytelling, Suzhou Pingtan, and sometimes even second-rate people in the teahouse every day.
The theater troupe performs here, which is very popular and lively.
However, today the teahouse was unusually clean. There was a sign saying it was closed on the door, and there were two rows of guys wearing Tsing Yi jackets standing outside the door, a custom-made style for welcoming guests.
Lu Ming got off the carriage and walked inside. Before he could go far, he was stopped.
"Go, go, go, this place is closed today." A man in a green coat stopped him and squinted at him with disgust.
"I'm not here to drink tea, but to talk about tea." Lu Ming smiled and took out the letter he received last night.
"Have tea? Just you..."
Several people in green clothes and jackets gathered around, looking left and right, looking up and down at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming is still very particular about what he wears. He wears a hand-sewn three-piece suit, which fits well and has no wrinkles. There is a gold chain on his chest and a gold pocket watch. On his feet are crocodile leather shoes handmade by Italian shoemakers.
, the polish is even more revealing.
"So you are the one who beat Lao Cao?" one person asked.
"Well, it's me."
"It doesn't look like that. You don't look like someone who can fight, either?" The man didn't believe it.
"I don't know how to fight. If I can't stand that guy, he's a bitch. He'll fall down at the first touch. I guess all my energy is wasted on women." Lu Ming deliberately said in a sullen tone.
"Well, I like to hear this. Lao Cao is a bit too greedy. He has already hollowed out the bones in his body."
"Are you here alone? When will the person you invited arrive?" Another person asked.
"I came alone, I didn't invite anyone." Lu Ming said calmly.
"You're lying, you came alone? Didn't you ask your backer to come forward?" The man could hardly believe it.
"I do things by myself, so I don't need any backers. Besides, I don't have any backers either."
"Okay, brother, you are really awesome. Even if you crawled out with broken arms and legs today, our brothers still admire you." The man gave a thumbs up and praised.
"It's not that serious. I'm just here to have tea. Is there any danger of breaking my arms or legs?" Lu Ming pretended not to understand.
"Brother, you're not a young boy, are you? You don't understand anything here? What is eating and talking about tea? If you explain it well, it's tea. If you don't explain it well, it may be three swords and six holes. It's not me.
I’m scaring you.”
"This guy doesn't seem to understand anything. Should we explain it to him first?" said a boy with a clean shaven scalp.
"Well, I think it's necessary. This guy studied abroad and doesn't understand the rules of our gang at all." Another person also said.
"It's better not to talk about it. It's okay if we scare him to death. But if we scare him to death, we still have to take responsibility. Let him go in. How to deal with it is a matter for the higher ups."
"Yes, it would be a good thing to let him go in and receive a lesson."
The two rows of people shouted in unison, and then shouted in unison: "Master Lu is here."
Lu Ming turned a deaf ear to their discussion, and walked in with his head held high and his chest held high.
The two rows of people in green clothes and coats outside all looked at him with pity, as if he were a pig or sheep who walked into the slaughterhouse on his own initiative.
"Do you think he will be stabbed three times and six times, or will his hands and feet be chopped off?"
"This is pretty good. If the superiors get angry, they can just put it in a sack, tie it with rocks, and sink it into the Huangpu River to feed the fish."
"No, this guy studied abroad. He won't have the support of foreigners, right?" A person suddenly woke up.
"Yes, if there were foreigners backing him, no one would dare to treat him."
"That's not necessarily the case. If we really piss off the higher-ups, even foreigners will sink into the Huangpu River. When have our Qing Gang ever been afraid of foreigners?"
Everyone turned their heads with contempt at his words. Is the Qing Gang not afraid of foreigners? This is too much bragging. Now on the ground in China, who dares to say that they are not afraid of foreigners? Even the government of the Republic of China is afraid.
Lu Ming ignored these comments and walked into the teahouse. All the tables and chairs in the hall on the first floor had been evacuated, leaving only a few tables and a few Taishi chairs, all reserved for respectable people.
There were not many people inside, only about a dozen in total, and it was not as grand as outside. However, except for the thugs, the rest of the people inside were the leading figures of the Qing Gang in this neighborhood.
"Master Lu, you are good, you have courage and courage, you are truly a hero from a young age." A man came up to him and said with a smile.
"Master Liu, I am Lu Ming. You can call me by my name, or Mr. Lu, but please don't call me Master Lu. I am not a member of society." Lu Ming said, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Okay, Brother Lu, speaking of which, we are not outsiders. It doesn't matter that you didn't ask anyone to come forward. For the sake of Mr. Zunfu and Mr. Sheng, we won't bully you, but you hurt our people.
You also destroyed something, so you have to talk about it, right?"
The man who spoke is called Liu Sanhen. Why is he called Sanhen? It means that he is cruel to his enemies, his subordinates, and even more cruel to himself, so he is called Sanhen.
As for how cruel he is to himself, it can be seen from one incident.
Once, the Qing Gang and the Hong Gang were fighting for a dock. They fought hard and no one gave in, and they couldn't turn on the rush mode. So Liu Sanren came up with a cruel idea. He asked someone to bring a frying pan filled with oil and put it on the bottom.
After boiling the oil pan with firewood, he threw a copper coin in and told the Hong Bang people that as long as someone from the Hong Bang could reach into the oil pan and fish out the copper coin, the dock would be given to the Hong Bang.
The people in the Hong Gang looked at each other. No one wanted to do this. Their bodies were all made of flesh. Who dared to reach into the boiling oil pan with bare hands to fish out a copper coin?
People from the Hong Gang also said that if anyone from the Qing Gang could do it, not only would they voluntarily give up the dock, but their people would never set foot in this area.