Seeing Qin Feng's calm and calm look, Xiang Huaxiang became a little anxious. At this time, Qin Feng's importance in his heart had far exceeded that of the Yamaguchi Group.
"Brother Xiang, it's okay, I'm sure..."
Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. He had never thought of involving Xiang Huaxiang in this matter. Now that he could find those Japanese, he would not trouble Xiang Huaxiang anymore.
"Brother Xiang, since Qin Feng said this, he must be sure. Come, let's drink!"
The person who has the most confidence in Qin Feng is naturally Bai Zhentian. In a big scene like Las Vegas where guns and bullets rained down, Qin Feng could escape unscathed, so how could he fall in front of a few Japanese people?
Boat?
"Okay..." Xiang Huaxiang nodded, glanced left and right, and lowered his voice and said: "Brother Qin, Hong Kong Island has returned now. Don't overdo some things..."
In the past, it was common for a few people to fight to death on the road. However, since 1997, the security of Hong Kong Island has improved day by day. People like Xiang Huaxiang and others are also keeping their tail between their legs for fear of being punished for their previous crimes.
things.
"Thank you, Brother Xiang, for reminding me. I know it well."
Qin Feng picked up the wine glass with a smile and said: "For such a small thing, I not only troubled Brother Hao and Brother Xiang, but also asked Brother Bai to come thousands of miles away. I'm really sorry. With this wine, I would like to toast everyone.
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The most important thing in the world is face. Even if others fail to help him, his attitude is still there. After Qin Feng solves this matter, he still has to drink wine to thank these people in front of him.
"You kid, why are you so polite to me?" Bai Zhentian and others glared at Qin Feng, but drank the wine in their glasses.
"Huh? Wan Chai Pier 3, someone will pick you up when we arrive..."
When Qin Feng was about to speak, he suddenly felt his phone vibrating in his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw a message appearing on the phone screen.
"Old Dou is quite efficient at doing things..." Qin Feng casually stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket, without showing the slightest expression on his face, but frequently raising glasses to Bai Zhentian and others.
"Okay. That's it for today."
After drinking until almost midnight, Bai Zhentian stood up unsteadily. He was the most distinguished guest today, and he was almost bombarded in turn. Even though Mr. Bai had a good drinking capacity, he was sixty-seven points drunk at this moment.
"President Bai, why don't we go to the nightclub and sit down?" Xiang Huaxiang is still sober. After all, this is his home court, and his younger brother helped him buy a lot of drinks.
"Qin Feng, what do you mean?" Bai Zhentian took a deep breath and circulated the zhenqi in his body for a week, and he suddenly woke up.
"Go, let's play all night." Qin Feng smiled and said: "We are all together all night. If there are so many people missing on Hong Kong Island, we won't be found, right?"
"Well, brother Xiang, you can arrange the situation again!"
Bai Zhentian asked Xian Zhiya what he meant, and immediately nodded in agreement. He knew that Qin Feng wanted him and others to provide him with a cover to facilitate his actions.
Xiang Huaxiang also understood what Qin Feng meant. After the group left the bar, they went to a nightclub owned by Xiang Huaxiang. However, no one noticed that after entering the nightclub, Qin Feng quietly left through the back door.
Outside the back alley of the nightclub, Xiang Huaxiang had arranged for an inconspicuous gray van. The door was not closed and the key was inserted inside.
"It's really awkward. It seems like Boss Xiang should be asked to find a driver."
Although there were not many cars on the roads of Hong Kong Island at midnight, Qin Feng was really not used to driving cars on the right, especially when he had to drive on the left, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
After almost colliding head-on with cars coming from the opposite direction twice in a row, Qin Feng simply slowed down the speed to about 50 kilometers and drove slowly on the left side.
"Sham Shui Po?"
More than half an hour later, Qin Feng parked his car outside a block and looked at the map through the reading light on the roof of the car. He found that he had arrived at a place called Sham Shui Po.
Sham Shui Po, located on the Kowloon Peninsula, is one of the earliest developed areas on Hong Kong Island and was once an industrial, commercial and transportation hub.
However, today, most of the land in Sham Shui Po has been built with residential buildings, and the housing estates on Hong Kong Island are located in this place, which is commonly known as a slum area.
Compared with places in Central, Qin Feng's current location is not even as good as some third- and fourth-tier cities in the mainland. The dilapidated streets and low-rise houses almost make Qin Feng feel that he has arrived in a rural area in the mainland.
Outside the street where Qin Feng parked his car, there was a night market. Although it was already past midnight, the night market was still very lively, and the shouts of some vendors could be heard constantly.
On both sides of the street, there are many signboards for massages and massages. Qin Feng is very familiar with this kind of scene, because these scenes often appeared in early Hong Kong and Taiwan movies.
"It's hard to find it hidden here." Qin Feng pushed the door open and got out of the car, slowly walking into the night market. His nose was suddenly filled with all kinds of unpleasant smells.
"Damn it, no wonder I lost track of you last time."
Qin Feng cursed secretly in his heart. Most of the people living here were engaged in low-level jobs. Just like the person walking in front of Qin Feng at this time, his body was full of fishy smell. It was obvious that he had just been here.
Returned from the sea.
After walking through this not-so-long street, a village of houses appeared in front of Qin Feng.
Most of these public housing were built in the 1950s and 1960s. The planning was extremely poor, with sewage flowing across the ground. From time to time, the cries of children could be heard from some rooms with lights on.
Under the street lights outside the housing estate, a group of young people with tattoos on their shoulders were shouting and drinking, gambling on pai gow, and whistling to the girls who were coming home from the market from time to time.
"Baby, what are you looking at?" A young man with a cigarette in his mouth glared at Qin Feng, his provocation evident in his words.
"Boss, I was passing by. I was passing by!" Qin Feng had a smile on his face, nodded and walked past those people.
"Mao Zai. That boy is well dressed." When Qin Feng walked over, a young man with triangular eyes stared hard at Qin Feng's back.
"Keep an eye on this kid."
Mao Zai nodded. These people who hang out in the housing estate all day long have very poisonous eyes. It can be seen at a glance that Qin Feng is not a local, and everything from clothes to toes is of the same brand.
For these unscrupulous little scoundrels, it would be a pity to let such a fat sheep go. At best, they can get a few packs of cigarette money from him.
Throwing down the Pai Gow in their hands, Mao Zai and others hung far behind Qin Feng.
"Damn, there really are some blind things." Qin Feng shook his head slightly, quickened his pace a little, and easily pushed away a few people in the haphazardly built housing estate.
After walking around and returning to the parking place, Qin Feng started the car and turned into an alley.
After driving forward for about twenty meters, Qin Feng turned off the car's engine and relied on the inertia of the forward movement to stop the car at the door of a brightly lit housing estate.
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The small village houses were in disrepair for a long time, and the walls inside the houses had begun to peel off, and there was a smell of damp mold everywhere.
There was one person lying on the two camp beds with bunk beds, and another person was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. It was the Nakajima that Qin Feng had seen before.
"Nakajima-kun, Wu Zhe has been killed by us. Is the mission completed?"
A short young man with dark skin touched his beard as he spoke, but he forgot that he had shaved off his beard before coming to Hong Kong Island.
"That's right, Nakajima-kun, I also think we can go back to Japan." Hashimoto, who had a conflict with Xiang Huaxiang in the bar, also said.
The house they are currently in was a stronghold of the Yamaguchi-gumi on Hong Kong Island in the early years. It is really dilapidated and uninhabitable. Staying here for one more day is a kind of torture for Hashimoto and others.
"Baga, Mr. Inoue, do you really think that Wu Zhe is the murderer?"
Hearing the young man's words, Nakajima showed a gloomy look on his face and said, "Wu Zhe has already confessed that someone indeed borrowed his ID and then killed Nakagawa in Las Vegas. We are going to do it."
The only thing is to find the real murderer..."
Nakajima is a fanatical admirer of Kikujiro. In his opinion, as long as it is a task assigned by Lord Kikujiro, it must be completed successfully without any compromise.
Hashimoto said with some dissatisfaction: "But the man named Dou has already gone into hiding. This is the territory of the Chinese people, and we can't find him at all..."
In an era when cold weapons have withdrawn from the stage of history, the number of ninjas in Japan has also been greatly reduced. Many organizations train ninjas, which more represent a symbolic spirit.
People like Hashimoto lived a very comfortable life in Japan and often did not go on missions for a year or two, so they complained a lot after coming to Hong Kong Island this time and hoped to return to Japan as soon as possible.
"I've already asked people to check the details of that person named Dou."
Nakajima sneered and said: "As long as we find out his details, we can use the other person's family to threaten him. I don't believe he will still hide and not show up..."
Foreign gangs naturally don't understand what "propriety, justice, integrity, filial piety, loyalty and trust" mean, nor do they know that in the arena of this ancient Eastern civilization, there is an old saying that "no harm comes to the family."
"You all cheer up. I promise that as long as you can complete the tasks assigned by Lord Kikujiro this time, your level within the organization will be raised by one level..."
Although he is the leader of this operation, Nakajima knows that these people cannot be suppressed blindly, and some benefits must be given when appropriate.
In the Yamaguchi-gumi, the hierarchy is very strict, and the treatment corresponding to each level is also different. The life of a small leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi is not much worse than that of the rich, or even worse.
However, it is very difficult to increase the level within the organization. After hearing Nakajima's words, Hashimoto and others' eyes showed a glimmer of light, and they said in unison: "Hai, it all depends on Nakajima-kun's orders!"
PS: PS: Let’s get some recommended monthly tickets.
