In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Black Swan Cafe, the Huang Mansion is quiet at this moment. Although it is not too late, most rooms are on lights and the street lights in the mansion are also on, but compared with the area of the Huang Mansion,
These lights still seem too sporadic, and the entire Huangfu seems to be trapped in the night, which is more or less desolate.
As before, when it gets dark, no one dares to approach the small villa where the Grand Swordsman of Southern Jiangsu lives. Since he moved into Huangfu, Southern Jiangsu has never shown up. He stayed in the small villa all day long, and no one was there.
I know what this "Naji Sect" leader is hiding in the house for doing. No one dares to deliberately investigate.
But tonight, the tranquility of the Huang Mansion and the small villa in southern Jiangsu was broken.
"Brother Biao, smoke a cigarette..."
A Si, a bodyguard stationed outside the Huang Mansion, took out a cigarette and gave Brother Biao a gift. A Biao is the boss of their group. He has worked in the Huang Mansion for many years. He is hardworking and courageous, and has great success.
Mr. Huang valued it. If it weren't for A Biao's low education, Mr. Huang would have long praised him as the head of the department.
But this did not affect A Biao's "reputation" among the bodyguards at all. Every newcomer was very respectful to Brother Biao.
A Biao took the cigarette handed over by A Si and held it in his mouth, but his eyes were still vigilantly watching around him, preventing suspicious people from approaching. This is A Biao's life creed - if you get someone's salary, you must be worthy.
This salary!
While lit a cigarette for Brother Biao, A Si smiled and said, "Brother Biao, relax, don't be so nervous, there will be no trouble. Now, in our mansion, not only are there a few real people from Yuyangguan in charge, but also a
A super big savior is standing there, who dares to cause trouble for ordinary people?"
In A Si's opinion, with such a bunch of strong people, they are just bodyguards who can only dance with swords and guns.
Today's Huangfu is already as solid as a god.
A Biao took a deep breath of cigarette, then squirted out of his nostrils, shook his head, and said, "That's not what we say. We have to be worthy of our job after we get the salary offered by the master. The real person and Su from Yuyangguan
Master Nan is powerful. But it doesn’t mean we can relax, even if we call them the police in advance, it’s good.”
"Hehe, Brother Biao, if such a powerful character comes, what's the point of not calling the police? Besides, the whole Luojia City, unless Master Mojiu comes here in person, others really don't take it seriously.
.”
Asi said a little disapprovingly.
During this period, he often partnered with A Biao, and gradually became familiar with him, so he dared to say some words.
It is said that the country is easy to change and nature is hard to change. A Si has such a personality. He can't persuade him. A Biao shook his head and said nothing more. He just took a deep breath of cigarettes again. Suddenly, his eyes that had been narrowed slightly suddenly
Staring at the boss.
I saw a black figure walking slowly towards the gate of the Huang Mansion.
With the light on my back, I can't see clearly what the person is looking like.
A Biao felt a chill all over his body, and the figure in front of him seemed to be there and not look like a stranger.
"Who, stop!"
A Biao suddenly spit out the cigarette in his mouth, stretched out his right hand like a conditioned reflex, pulling out the huge imitation V-4 pistol, and with a "click", the bullet was loaded. The black hole muzzle pointed directly at it.
forward.
No matter whether the person or the ghost came, since A Biao was here, he could not let him go silently.
The figure ignored this and continued to move forward slowly. He didn't even twist his head to this side.
Everything around was silent, and A Biao could even hear the sound of A Si's teeth clattering around him clearly, but he couldn't hear any footsteps. The figure seemed to float on the road, and his feet had never lit.
Like the ground.
Ghost!
A Biao finally made a judgment in his heart.
Even though A Biao was very brave, his arms holding the gun couldn't help but tremble slightly. If he was really a ghost, no matter how powerful the Type 5-4 pistol is, it will be useless.
Several times, A Biao's right index finger had already been pulled on the trigger, but he couldn't hold it down.
He really dared not shoot at a ghost.
There is no doubt that this ghost was not for them. He, A Biao, was just an insignificant little man, and A Si was even more insignificant. There would be no surrender who would send an ghost to deal with them. But once he fired, what if he did
If you anger this ghost, the consequences will be really unimaginable.
It's close.
"Brother Biao, he is a human!"
Asi, who had been trembling all over the body, suddenly screamed. The sound was so loud that he almost pierced A Biao's ear drum directly and spread it from afar in the night sky, which sounded very creepy.
In fact, without A Si's reminder, A Biao could see clearly. The black shadow that slowly walked over was not a ghost, but a person, a living flesh and blood.
This person is not very tall, and can be said to be short, wearing traditional Danman clothing, with wide robe and big sleeves. Under the dim street lights, the golden threads on the clothing even occasionally shine with golden light. This is a
A very luxurious clothing. Generally speaking, only local people with very respected status will wear such clothes. Chinese people will not wear such clothing.
The man came with a short beard under his jaw, neatly trimmed, his eyes flashed with glitter, and he was a very dignified gentleman. Because of the backlight, he could not accurately judge his age, but I think he wouldn't be too
young.
It is really strange that such a majestic big man was regarded as a "ghost" by A Biao and A Si when he first appeared. But the feeling of A Biao and A Si just now was also "real".
It really doesn’t seem to be facing a living person. It has nothing to do with the kind of clothing the person wears, it’s just a special feeling.
"Sir, please stay. This is a private place, so you can't go in!"
When Abiao was sure that the person who came was not a ghost, he became much more courageous and spoke much more politely. Although this is a Chinese settlement area and is naturally "racial discrimination" against the natives, it also varies from person to person.
The person who came was obviously extraordinary, and it was definitely not something A Biao and the others could scold him at will.
Seeing that the visitor had no reaction, A Biao thought he could not understand his language, so he quickly repeated it in the local native language, and his tone changed slightly, which was not as respectful as before.
The habit of "discriminating" against indigenous people that has been developed over the past decades is not so easy to change.
This extremely subtle change was immediately caught by the visitor, and his eyes finally looked over here, and a cold "hum". The cold snorkeling was not very loud, but it was heard in A Biao and A Si's ears
It was like thunder in the sky, rumbling.
The two of them shouted bitterly at the same time, "Bang", and the pistol fell to the ground, then hugged their heads tightly, and sat down to the ground, twitching in pain.
The visitor turned his head and no longer looked at this side. He slowly walked towards the closed door of the Huang Mansion.
The large mansion in Huangfu is an antique building. The closed door is made of heavy mahogany and looks very thick.
As soon as the man in the Chinese clothing walked to the door, the heavy and thick mahogany door made a muffled sound, as if he was under some extremely huge pressure, and he could no longer resist it in a flash. With a loud bang, two
The extremely heavy mahogany door fell down with a "bang".
The man in the gorgeous clothes raised his legs and walked in.
The two "secret whistles" who were originally hiding on the side of the mahogany gate were like A Biao and Si, covering their ears and curled up on the ground, twitching constantly.
The Huang family's bodyguard team, which was originally considered to be a strong bodyguard team, was like a straw man doll in front of the Chinese-style men, completely vulnerable and had no room for resistance. Even the Chinese-style men had no need to take action personally and were easily destroyed.
The men in the gorgeous clothes didn't take these bodyguards seriously at all, but just walked slowly forward, and the target seemed to be the small villa where southern Jiangsu lived.
No one dares to stop it.
The bodyguard team in the Huang family is naturally more than four people, but the other bodyguards have long been shocked by the aura of the Chinese-style men, and no one dares to draw their guns toward each other. The Chinese-style men are not interested in them at all, and have never been to them again.
Take action. In the eyes of men in Chinese clothing, these people are just ants.
After passing a brighter place, someone finally saw the face of a man in gorgeous clothes.
It was a dark face with typical local indigenous people's appearance, but its majesty and dignity were far from comparable to other indigenous people. It seemed that it held the power of life and death in the world, and only in a moment,
It can determine life and death. Even in the eyes of Chinese bodyguards who have the tradition of "racial discrimination", no one dares to show a slight disrespectful look.
Before I could see carefully, the lights dimmed, and the man in gorgeous clothes walked into a dim area.
"Please stay, please stay!"
A man in Chinese clothing turned a corridor. On the right is the villa leading to the southern Jiangsu residence, and not far from the left is the villa where Huang Qingyun and his family lived. A middle-aged Huang Guan turned out from the darkness and headed towards the Chinese clothing.
The man bowed his head and said in a deep voice.
He is one of Yuan Chengzi's direct disciples.
"Are you a Taoist priest from Yuyang Temple?"
The man in the Chinese dress finally stopped, looked at him calmly, and asked calmly, it was actually very pure Mandarin.
"Immortal life blessing, I am the monk of Yuyang Temple. May I ask the lay Buddhist..."
Before the middle-aged Taoist Jin Yangzi finished speaking, he was interrupted by a man in a gorgeous costume and said lightly: "Didn't your Yuyang Temple always claim to be fair and selfless? How did you become a bodyguard for your private person? When did you change it?
rule?"
Like a cannon, you are not polite.
Jin Yangzi smiled a little embarrassedly, and at the same time, a rage of anger rose in his heart. He said without a smile: "Sorry, layman, this is the housework of our Yuyang Temple, which does not care for outsiders."
"Is that true? So, your Yuyangguan is a turtle who eats weights - you are determined to be against me, Mojiu?"
The man in the gorgeous clothes said slowly, his tone had become cold.
Mojiu!
He is the Master Mojiu!
He actually came to his house by himself.
No wonder he is so arrogant and has no choice but to resist.