After four or five days of drifting on the boat, Han Baihang stepped on solid ground and felt as if his body was still swaying with the waves.
When they arrived at the port, they happened to catch the sun setting. The remaining sunlight emitted streaks of orange-red light, which shone on the river surface, like a thin quilt inlaid with countless silver threads, flickering and appearing.
"Are we going to find Huang Jinrong now?" Han Baihang turned to Zhao San and asked.
Zhao San was leaning against a pillar on the dock at the moment, vomiting profusely. Han Baihang didn't expect that this man who looked like a machine would actually get seasick. No wonder he would always lean on the boat alone unless necessary.
There is no talking in the corner.
Zhao San vomited for a while, his face turned a little blue, and he said feebly: "Don't worry, we need to find a place to stay and see the situation before we talk."
Saying this, Han Baihang couldn't help but frown. Now he was a rat on the street, everyone was beating him up, and he had no money. Where could he find a place to stay? Zhao San, the only one he had to trust, looked half-dead again at this moment.
When Han Baihang was in trouble, Lu Lanchun came over, lowered his head and whispered: "I have an old house in Shanghai. It was... given to me by someone. We can go there."
Han Baihang was delighted and said: "Where is it? Is it safe?"
Lu Lanchun nodded and said, "It's very safe in the French Concession. There should be no ambush."
After hearing what she said, Han Baihang came back to his senses. Seeing Lu Lanchun's hesitant look, that house should have been given to her by Huang Huangrong.
However, he was not jealous at the moment. Taking advantage of his manly moment, he turned to Zhao San, who was almost unconscious, and said, "Are you still okay? We are ready to go."
Zhao San leaned on Li Si's shoulder and nodded weakly.
At night, the streets of Shanghai are filled with countless lights, dispersing the frightening darkness. The successive wars have not affected the prosperity of the city at all. Everyone lives like an ant, struggling desperately and refusing to
Give up your last breath just to see the sun tomorrow.
When we arrived at the French Concession, it was a different scene. The dull and boring streets suddenly became noisy, and lights of various colors were lined up in rows, making people's eyes dazzled.
At the corner, two rickshaw drivers were squatting together and discussing something in a low voice, trying to keep their voices down for fear of disturbing the noble guests next to them.
Walking through the street, leaving countless lights and noise behind, the eyes suddenly turned dark. Under the leadership of Lu Lanchun, a group of people walked to a small bungalow. The closed doors and windows always gave people a feeling of heart palpitations.
a feeling of.
Going around to the back door, a group of people climbed in, pried open the door lock, and sat together in the dark without even turning on the lights.
"What should we do next?" Han Baihang was the first to break the silence and asked in a somewhat urgent tone.
Zhao San rested for a while and seemed to be in good spirits. He covered his mouth and whispered: "Do you know anyone else in Shanghai? Preferably someone like a local snake. We need to find out the news."
Han Baihang thought for a while, and a candidate came to his mind. He nodded and said, "I know a local gangster in Shanghai. We have a good relationship. He should be able to help us?"
Zhao San retched for a while and said: "That's good. You can find a time to contact him tomorrow. It's best to bring him over. This is Shanghai, not Nantong. I don't think Zhang Renkui's power can be extended for the time being.
If you have anything else, let’s talk about it tomorrow, I’m going to rest first.”
After speaking, with the support of Li Si, Zhao San walked step by step towards the bedroom upstairs. After Zhao San left, Han Baihang glanced at Lu Lanchun and said: "It's getting late, you should go and have a rest early.
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Lu Lanchun lowered her head and said softly: "You too, go to bed early!"
As Lu Lanchun was about to leave, Han Baihang's eyes began to move along with Lu Lanchun's figure. Suddenly, Han Baihang saw a dark figure flashing past the window.
Han Baihang was shocked and threw Lu Lanchun to the ground. Then there was a burst of gunshots and the sound of glass breaking to the ground.
"Are you OK?"
Lu Lanchun had just recovered from the shock and said in horror: "I'm fine, who are they?"
Han Baihang gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect Yushuai to move so fast. Find a place to hide."
After several gunshots, Han Baihang heard the sound of the door breaking. He hurriedly hugged Lu Lanchun's waist, lowered his head and pushed open the door of a utility room. After putting Lu Lanchun in, he whispered to her:
"Stay inside and don't make a sound."
After saying that, Han Baihang closed the door and ran upstairs along the corner. As soon as he stepped onto the stairs, the window next to the stairs was suddenly smashed. A black figure ran in, raised a gun at Han Baihang and shot him.
The moment the man raised his hand, Han Baihang grabbed the handrail of the stairs, used both hands to force himself, and hid diagonally to the other side of the stairs.
After several gunshots, thick black bullet holes were left on the stairs. The killer took back his gun and cautiously explored the other side of the stairs.
There was no light in the black night, and everything seemed to be sleeping. Han Baihang lay on the side of the stairs, moved softly, and slowly walked around behind the killer.
The killer suddenly felt a murderous intention coming from behind, and turned around quickly. Before he could shoot, Han Baihang pounced, grabbed the killer's elbow with one hand, grabbed his wrist with the other, and broke it hard.
There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and just as the killer screamed, Han Baihang let go of the killer's hand, grabbed his neck, and dropped him with a force.
Throwing away the body in his hands, Han Baihang was about to leave when two flames suddenly appeared behind him, and the bullets hit the floor. Han Baihang was startled, and he hurriedly lowered his body and ran towards the hall risking his waist.
There was a rush of footsteps behind the ears, and three or four black figures chased Han Baihang. As soon as they turned into the kitchen, several killers discovered that Han Baihang was missing, but the window was still open.
Several people looked at each other, and two of them turned and walked out of the house. The remaining two people raised their guns and walked carefully towards the kitchen.
Just as he stepped through the kitchen door, Han Baihang descended from the sky, rode on someone, and punched the person in the temple.
After finishing off a person, before his companion could recover, Han Baihang rolled forward, grabbed the person's legs, pushed hard, knocked the person to the ground, and grabbed his head,
He knocked hard on the ground and knocked the last killer unconscious.
Just as Han Baihang breathed a sigh of relief, a head appeared outside the kitchen. He noticed something strange inside the kitchen and raised his gun to shoot at the kitchen indiscriminately.
