There were no chopsticks or wine glasses. They didn't need any of these. They took turns drinking white wine from the bottle, grabbing the beef with their hands and stuffing it into their mouths. They had to work hard tonight and had to eat enough.
After dinner, they sat at the table, each lit a cigarette, smoked slowly, and looked at each other.
"How are you, brother?" my sister asked softly.
"Okay." My sister replied softly.
"Sister, I feel that brother is very sad."
"Yes, I feel it too. In fact, I am also very sad."
"Sister, you didn't handle the rural affairs well, something went wrong, didn't you?"
"Stop talking! What is yours? Which side are you on?"
My sister giggled, "If it's not done well, it's just because it's not done well. Otherwise, how could there be so many refugees?"
My sister was also worried. It was raining so hard outside, and the refugees hiding in the mountains didn’t know how they would survive tonight. On the road just now, there were almost no people collecting donations on the street. So, who will deliver food to them tomorrow?
At this point, the two sisters have different moods. After all, the elder sister climbed out of the bottom of society and knows the sufferings of the common people. The younger sister comes from a wealthy family, so she has less to think about.
At almost ten o'clock at night, they began to change clothes.
Zuo Shaoqing was born a bandit after all. She knew very well that when it came to killing people, the first thing to do was to suppress the person. If they could suppress the opponent, they would have won half the battle.
Therefore, the clothes she prepared were all black and tight-fitting. They tied a rope with a tiger claw hook around their waists for use when needed. They still wore cloth shoes on their feet, but tied tightly with cloth straps.
The younger sister was surprised. The elder sister tied a black cloth band on her forehead to cover the bandage. Finally, she put a red flower in her mane. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "It's great." Go on stage and act."
My sister said: "This is a show!"
My sister asked: "Who are you singing to?"
My sister said: “Sing it for those who don’t know who our sisters are!”
The two sisters were standing in front of the mirror. In the mirror, they almost looked like two female Wusongs, valiant and heroic, tall and heroic, with only the sound of gongs and drums in their ears.
At this time, my sister took out another lipstick and drew a slanting, thick red mark from the left corner of her forehead to her right lower jaw, like a knife slashing through it, which immediately changed her face. , became a little ferocious.
The younger sister also followed her elder sister's example and drew a thick red line on herself, also from the left corner of the forehead to the right lower jaw.
At this time, when I looked at the two women in the mirror, their faces were already full of murderous looks.
To be honest, it was only later that special operations teams from all over the world started applying face paint.
Finally, they inserted the Mongolian sword into the back of their waist. Then they inserted the "Muramasa sword" into the sleeve of their left hand and held the handle with only the tiger's mouth. At this point, they were ready.
They went out, opened their umbrellas each, walked northwest along Des Voeux Road, and walked side by side on the night road.
The rain was still heavy, washing over the road like a torrent, forming rapids in low-lying areas, and pouring into the sewers. The lights in the distance flickered dimly in the rain, like dancing stars.
Not too far away, they unexpectedly saw a car parked in the shadows on the roadside. There was a big umbrella next to the car, and two figures, one big and one small, were standing under the umbrella. There were also seven or eight people standing by the wall in the distance. personal.
When they got closer, they saw that standing under the umbrella were Brother Yan and Qiang Zai. They were watching them quietly as they walked over.
Zuo Shaoqing said softly: "Brother Yan, why are you here?"
Brother Yan looked at them with a stern face and said, "I'm waiting for you here because I want to ask you, if I offer a price of HK$5 million to Li Jiye from 14k, will you be willing to accept it?"
Zuo Shaoqing looked back at his sister and said, "Thank you, Brother Yan, for considering us. But our mind has been made up and we can't change it any more. Four-eyed Li Jiye must pay the price tonight!"
Brother Yan nodded, "You are really good. I admire you very much and respect you very much. I wish you good luck!"
Zuo Shaoqing said: "Then, I will meet Brother Yan tomorrow morning."
After saying that, she and her sister turned around and started walking up the mountain.
At this time, Qiang Zai stepped out of the umbrella. He shouted: "Sister!"
Both Zuo Shaoqing and his sisters looked back at him.
Qiang Zai used the light in the distance to see the tight black clothes on their bodies, the fierce paint on their faces, the handles of knives exposed in their sleeves, especially the red flower on the temples, which was shocking and filled with respect.
, was revealed from his dark eyes. He suddenly knelt down on one knee, gave Sister Zuo Shaoqing a fist, and said loudly: "Sister, I want to go with you too!"
You Shaoqing looked at this ten-year-old child with some surprise. She also clasped her fists and said: "Qiang Zai, go back with Brother Yan. When you grow up in the future, there will be many opportunities! Qiang Zai, see you tomorrow!"
After she finished speaking, she and her sister each held an umbrella and walked up the mountain side by side.
Brother Yan took a step forward, pulled Qiangzi up, and watched with him as the two women in black gradually disappeared into the rainy night.
Zuo Shaoqing and his sister walked up the stairs, but they had to talk to the judges alone.
In Hong Kong today, there is a relatively famous tourist attraction called the "Hong Kong Mid-Levels Escalator". It is the longest enclosed elevator in the world today, consisting of pedestrian walkways, overpasses, twenty one-way escalators and three automatic pedestrians.
The total length of this "mid-mountain escalator" is more than 800 meters, with a vertical drop of 135 meters. Pedestrians can enjoy sightseeing on this escalator rain or shine.
This escalator was built in October 1993. Its starting point is next to the today's Hang Seng Bank Head Office, along the Central Market and Kowloon Street to the west, passing through Hollywood Road, Sherry Street, Morrow
Temple Cross Street, Robinson Road, until the end of Conduit Road, and further up, is Mid-Levels Park. This escalator is like a long snake made of steel and glass, from the buildings in the residential area, next to the shops, to the street
It winds through and extends to the middle of the mountain. Many people come to Hong Kong and want to take this escalator to experience its length.
But when Sister Zuo Shaoqing went up the mountain on a rainy night, there was no such escalator. To go up to the middle of the mountain from here, you need to climb countless steps and pass through narrow and winding alleys. Many people have to rest on the way to finally reach the middle of the mountain.
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Climb up this steep step and when you approach Hollywood Road, you have to pass through an alley. Entering from this alley, there is the only door. Inside the door is the entrance to the 14th K De Zi Dui.
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Sister Zuo Shaoqing's goal tonight is here. There is no doubt that Li Jiye, the person who spoke about De Zidui, has already brought many people and is waiting here that night.
Holding umbrellas in their right hands and knife handles in their left hands, they climbed the steps side by side. Their eyes shone sharply in the darkness.
The sound of rain was noisy, sweeping over the houses and trees on both sides in waves. The street lamps under the eaves gave the surrounding area a layer of fluctuating light, as if there were many ghosts jumping around in the darkness.
Suddenly, someone shouted from the front, and three soaked figures jumped out of the darkness. One of them shouted: "Who are they! What are they doing!"
Sister Zuo Shaoqing stopped, threw her umbrella behind her, reached out and pulled out the "Muramasa sword" from her sleeve, and pointed it forward.
Zuo Shaoqing shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Only then did the three people blocking the road see clearly that they were two women coming up the mountain. Their blue-white faces and the terrifying "knife-cut makeup" on their faces were clearly visible.
The leader shouted: "Go and call someone!" Then he shouted: "Don't go up!"
A figure ran towards the mountain like crazy and shouted: "Someone is coming! The ghost is coming up the mountain!"
Sister Zuo Shaoqing didn't want to waste words with them. She stepped forward slowly with the knife in hand, and suddenly jumped forward, and two white lights flashed. The two people screamed and fell at the foot of the steps. They continued to walk up the mountain.
The front is slightly spacious, and the pavement paved with stones extends into the darkness. The rainwater stirs up mist-like sprays on the ground.
There was a scattered sound of running in the distance, and only a dozen black figures suddenly rushed out and blocked the front. They all carried long knives and wooden sticks in their hands. Rain flowed from their faces. They looked at the two men in horror.
A female ghost-like person gradually approached. They looked at the cold knives in their hands and the daggers they had just pulled out from their waists.
The person who fled back to the mountain to report the news shouted: "It's them! It's them! They're coming!"
A rough voice shouted: "Kill! Kill them! Come together!"
A group of people shouted and rushed forward with long knives and wooden sticks in their hands.
It was a melee in the dark. More than a dozen people surrounded Sister Zuo Shaoqing. Long knives and wooden sticks were flying in the air, and the shouts were earth-shattering.
But, in the final analysis, although these dozen people rushed forward due to their large numbers, they were just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They might be able to fight, but when it came to killing people, they had no chance of winning.
In the melee all the way up, Zuo Shaoqing and her sisters used the daggers in their left hands to block the swords and sticks, but the sharp blades in their right hands rose and fell like lightning. The "Muramasa sword" in their hands was really a sharp blade.
The body was either bruised or the arm was broken, black blood splashed in the air, and screams could be heard endlessly.
However, in just two or three minutes, seven or eight people fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The remaining people were so frightened when they saw the light of the sword passing by that they turned around and ran away.
Sister Zuo Shaoqing did not follow closely. They held knives, climbed the steps step by step, and continued walking up.
Suddenly, several people jumped from the top of the wall and swung at them with knives. They jumped back, jumped out of the space, kicked their feet up repeatedly, and swung the knives in their hands like ice wheels, slicing their necks and stomachs like cutting tofu.
, taking lives. Within a moment, most of these people also lost their lives. The remaining few people shouted and fled into an alley.
Sister Zuo Shaoqing's body and face were splattered with blood, and her eyes flashed fiercely, looking more like she was threatening her life.
They walked slowly into the alley until they reached the bottom. A wooden door was tightly closed in front of them.
Zuo Shaoqing flew up with a kick, and the door suddenly opened with a "bang".
