Shanghai Beach, which was originally a clear sky, was suddenly blocked by a dark cloud, blocking the sunlight, and the city instantly became dark.
A gust of wind blew up in the plains, blowing people's clothes tighter. It was almost winter, and there was a cold atmosphere everywhere, making people shudder.
Han Baihang strolled out of the teahouse, couldn't help but tighten his clothes, looked at the dust being blown up, and couldn't help but sigh: "The wind is picking up."
After returning to the hotel, Han Baihang sat in his room and began to organize his thoughts. Unknowingly, the sky became dim. After dinner, Han Baihang went to bed early.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, Han Baihang heard a noise outside the window. He found a piece of clothing and put it on his body. He opened the window and saw a group of police officers gathered on the street. The whistles in their mouths made a piercing roar that made people dizzy.
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Looking at the chaotic street under his feet, Han Baihang touched his chin and revealed an unspeakable smile.
After closing the window and door, Han Baihang was about to go to bed when there was a rapid knock on the door. Han Baihang opened the door with a puzzled look on his face, looked at the guard knocking on the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Report to the company commander, someone wants to see you."
Han Baihang frowned and said: "What kind of person is this late? Didn't you tell him that I was already asleep?"
"That man said he was here to bring a message to Yuesheng."
"Where is he now?"
"I asked him to wait in the lobby downstairs."
Han Baihang turned around and went back to the house to tidy up his clothes, and said to the soldier: "You go to rest first, I will go see him alone."
As soon as he got downstairs, Han Baihang saw the man. He was in his early twenties, wearing a gray cotton coat, with a sallow face and thin muscles, but a fierce light in the corners of his eyes. He was standing in the corner of the hall, his eyes constantly wandering around the guests coming in and out.
"Are you looking for me?"
The man heard Han Baihang's voice, turned around and looked around and asked, "Are you Han Baihang?"
Han Baihang nodded and said, "That's me. Do you have anything important to say to me?"
The man twitched his nose and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "Brother Yuesheng has something to do with you and wants you to go to the big world."
Han Baihang was startled for a moment. He didn't expect Du Yuesheng's efficiency to be quite fast. Just after he finished speaking in the afternoon, there was news in the evening. He asked with a little joy: "What did he say he didn't say?"
The man said impatiently: "I didn't say anything, little red guy." Then he spat on the ground and walked toward the door alone, without any intention of leading the way.
Han Baihang stood at the door, looking at the desolate night outside. Without paying too much attention to his attitude, he went out and hailed a rickshaw and headed towards the big world.
People were coming and going at the entrance of the big world. It was very lively, and there was no sign of the bleakness of the national crisis. Han Baihang just got through the crowd and staggered when he was bumped into without paying attention.
He was already good at it, so he reacted immediately, exerting slight force on his shoulder, and suddenly felt like he hit a soft object, and then a woman's exclamation came out.
Han Baihang came back to his senses, hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged the woman's waist. For a moment, the warm and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, Han Baihang's mind was swaying, and he couldn't help but think: "This person is really a beauty." Thinking like this.
Holding it, I couldn't help but use a little more strength on my hand. The place where I started was warm and felt very good.
"Don't let me go yet."
Hearing the woman's scolding, Han Baihang suddenly came back to his senses and realized that his actions were indeed like those of a pervert. He quickly helped the woman steady and apologized again and again: "I was rude, please forgive me."
"You don't know me?" The woman's voice was filled with surprise. Han Baihang then raised his head. He had seen quite a few beauties, but compared to the one in front of him, there was always something missing.
As his eyes opened and closed, there seemed to be stars twinkling in them, and his skin was as snowy but half as good as snow. Because of Han Baihang's recklessness, his hair was a little scattered, and the hanging hair was like falling osmanthus, hanging on his face like the bright moon.
Unknowingly, Han Baihang was stunned. He couldn't bear to blink. He just opened his mouth like a piece of wood and looked at the woman in front of him with straight eyes.
"Hey, brat, who are you? I'll kill you."
Two men with fierce looks came out of the crowd panting, stood between Han Baihang and the woman, waved their fists and hit Han Baihang on the head.
Han Baihang came back to his senses, turned sideways and dodged a fist, and grabbed the man's wrist like electricity. When he broke it with force, he heard a scream, and the man collapsed on the ground and wailed, covering his red and swollen wrist.
Another person saw that his companion was injured and was about to draw a gun. Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen, everyone couldn't help but scream in shock. Some of the timid ones even covered their eyes and did not dare to look.
The girl also covered her mouth and exclaimed, shouting: "Stop!"
I don’t know if it was because of the beauty, but Han Baihang wanted to express himself. His movements seemed to be much smoother than usual. He raised his leg and kicked the person in the abdomen. He took it out of his arms at a very fast speed and made a black and shiny fist.
The pistol was pressed against the man's head.
"Young man, you have good skills. Which court do you belong to?"
When Han Baihang heard the sound, he slowly took back the gun in his hand, raised his hands obediently, and without looking back, he said to the person behind him who was pointing the gun at the back of his head: "Some unworthy fists and kicks, but for the sake of
Just for self-defense."
"Is this gun also a family heirloom?"
"I picked it up on the street. If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Han Baihang said that he was about to turn around and hand over the gun, but the man held his shoulder down and the movement stopped abruptly. The man laughed in a low voice: "No need, just keep it for yourself."
"Uncle Zhai, put down the gun quickly. This is all a misunderstanding." The woman rushed forward and pulled away the gun that was pressed against the back of Han Baihang's head.
Only then was Han Baihang able to put down his hand and turned around to see a middle-aged man in his fifties with a rosy face.
"Young man, in this land of Shanghai, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down for me, and if it's a dragon, you have to wrap it up for me." Uncle Zhai glanced lovingly at the woman next to him and said, "Come on, the master is still waiting inside.
And you."
After saying that, he pulled the woman away from the crowd, leaving only the two thugs behind, cursing and casting vicious glances at Han Baihang from time to time.
Naturally, Han Baihang didn't care about these things, because the woman turned her head three times with each step, and her eyes like stars were constantly falling on him.
Seeing that the rightful owner had left and everyone dispersed in a hurry, Han Baihang sneered, sorted out his scattered clothes, and walked towards the place where the woman left just now.
Entering inside, a heat wave hits you, followed closely by the loud noise, and the smoke-filled hall makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.
Through the layers of smoke, Han Baihang looked inside. Like an eagle's eyes, he passed over everyone's face and then landed on a middle-aged man.
With a smile on his lips, Han Baihang walked towards that person.
