Chapter 134 You provoke someone you shouldn't provoke
Mu Tian and Hu Ti couldn't help but stop, a little confused for a moment. It was really cowardly for someone else to catch their target before they could see it.
Hu Ti didn't notice that the two groups of big men had joined together and whispered to Mu Tian, "I saw the license plate, 9378."
Mutian looked down at the footsteps coming this way, thinking about the license plate. What's the use of seeing the license plate? Now the streets are full of cars with fake license plates, not to mention the ones shipped from various channels at sea.
, even local dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and local tycoons are many, because this can avoid the purchase tax, road tax, gasoline tax and other tax costs. The important thing is that there are too many various taxes and it is too troublesome to pay them.
If you accidentally miss one or the other, you will be fined for that price. In many cases, the fine can be enough to buy a new car.
"What did you see?" the tallest of the stout men shouted loudly.
Mutian and Hu Ti suddenly turned towards each other, and their bodies immediately tensed up. Only then did they see clearly that the four of them were all wearing the clothes of the Qinglong Club, including buttoned black coats, black silk wide-legged trousers, and round-mouthed high-top cloth shoes.
Wearing short leggings.
The short knife in his hand is not what Qinglong can use. It used to be straight, more like a dagger or bayonet, with a double edge. Now it is slightly curved and has a single edge.
Mutian had seen this knife before, and it was taken by Yukiko in Duan Yaming's small building. According to Pique, the Japanese woman wanted to kill him at that time, so Johnson shot off the head of the knife. Otherwise, his head would have been
Cut off.
When did the Qinglong Society get involved with the Japanese? Now they have even changed their weapons?
"License plate, 9378." Hu Ti replied calmly.
"Then you can't leave!" He said fiercely.
"I didn't want to leave. I live in the apartment in front of me. If I want to leave, I have to go home. Get out of the way!" Nu Ti held his ground and looked like he was ready to go.
The tall man's voice sounded familiar to Hu Ti, but his donkey-like face was smeared with pot ashes, and he couldn't recognize his true face at all. Seeing the four people on the other side looking at each other and laughing, he stretched out his hand and fiddled with it on both sides.
It still meant asking them to get out of the way, "A good dog doesn't block the road." Hu Ti barked in a high-pitched voice.
"Are you playing house?" the tall man shouted again contemptuously.
The fat man next to him also had pot ash on his round face, and he licked the sleeves of the tall man a few times.
The tall man shook off the fat man's hand and said, "What are you afraid of? Master Wu will be responsible for anything that happens. Are we, who are just watching the excitement, afraid of the big trouble?"
This is what happens in fights in Shanghai. Those who speak loudly will usually not take action. The more violent the shouting, the more intimidated they become.
Sure enough, I saw the two silent strong men. Apart from the pot dust on their faces that concealed their appearance, they were surprisingly strong and strong. They were half a head shorter than the other two companions. They were striking from both sides with their swords.
Hu Ti left and right.
Just as Hu Ti moved his body, he saw the short knife stabbing his face.
Mu Tian reached out and held the short knife.
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then he tried to pull back the dagger.
Blood seeped out between the fingers.
The knife didn't move at all.
The strong man was shocked and looked at Mu Tian again.
A pair of dark eyes were staring at him.
The strong man's eyes flashed with great fear, and he subconsciously drew the knife.
Mu Tian caught a glimpse of a scorpion tattoo behind the man's ear and struck out with his palm.
"Bang!"
The strong man flew straight out and knocked down the opposite wall with a "crash". The falling bricks and stones immediately buried him.
When another strong man saw this, he threw the dagger at Hu Ti, turned around and ran away. The tall man and the fat man did not have time to throw the dagger in their hands and turned around and ran away.
Hu Ti dodged the incoming dagger and tried to chase him, but Mu Tian stopped him.
"Don't chase?"
Mu Tian shook his head and stepped forward to check on the person buried by the broken wall.
Mu Tian picked up the man's neck with three strokes, and a green scorpion on the neck behind the ear was clearly revealed, but the light was a bit dim and not so lifelike.
Hu Ti muttered: "You have provoked someone you shouldn't provoke. It's bad luck for you." He was about to dig in, but Mu Tian stopped him. He picked up two short knives on the ground, put them in his arms, picked up Hu Ti and left.
What was knocked down was the gable of a house. A group of men and women ran over in panic to check and chatter. When they saw the body among the masonry, they were all stunned on the spot.
After a while, someone shouted, "Call the police, call the police."
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Hu Ti opened the door very carefully, but Aunt Wan, who was leaning on the sofa and taking a nap, was still awakened.
Hu Ti smiled "hehe" at Aunt Wan, pulled Mu Tian and ran upstairs.
"Stop!" Aunt Wan shouted with a straight face.
Hu Ti stood still and smiled, "Aunt Wan, you're not asleep yet."
"Why are you sleeping? Isn't this for you who are waiting for the door? Who is next to you and I won't introduce you? Why are you coming to my house so late?" Aunt Wan asked.
"Oh, Ah Hui didn't tell you? This is my brother, Mu Tian, who rented your room with you, Mr. Mu. By the way, he opened a detective agency. If you have any lawsuits at home in the future, just contact him.
.That's good. He is a detective, one of the top detectives in Shanghai, who can talk to the dead." Hu Timi rambled with a lively expression.
"You are a kid looking for a beating. You have a crow's mouth. Bah, bah, why is your family getting into a lawsuit??" Aunt Wan said with a disgusted look on her face, "From tomorrow on, the food expenses for two people will be calculated." She didn't wait for Hu at all.
He said, "Have you eaten? Do you want to get you some midnight snacks? Also, if you want to eat anything tomorrow morning, I will buy it for you."
Hu Ti looked at Mu Tian, "What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever." Mu Tian responded casually.
"I'm not taking it easy here. This guy looks familiar. I've seen him somewhere." Aunt Wan looked at Mu Tian seriously.
"Hello Aunt Wan, I'm sorry to trouble you." Mu Tian bowed politely and did not forget to answer her questions, "Maybe I look more ordinary."
Seeing that the topic was almost over, Hu Ti said, "Then let's go up. Aunt Wan, please go to bed early and thank you for waiting for us." After saying that, he tilted his head towards Mutian and went upstairs.
But when they reached the second floor and were about to turn to the pavilion on the third floor, Ouyang Hui blocked their way.
"Are they fighting again?" Ouyang Hui asked in a deep voice.
What kind of situation is this? Why is it like a parent lecturing a child?
"No, no, it's not a fight." Hu Ti was actually a little scared.
"Why did you get this on your body if you weren't fighting? It's covered in mud and dirt."
Ouyang Hui's eyes are quite sharp. The light on the stairs is very dim and the wattage should be very small. She looks so carefully?!
"It's more serious than that."
"Serious? What do you mean?" Ouyang Hui cast doubtful eyes on Mu Tian, "Didn't you go solve your own little problem?" Ouyang Hui asked, obviously her curiosity aroused.
Hu Ti looked at Mu Tian eagerly. It seemed that he wanted to tell Ouyang Hui what they had done, but because of Mu Tian's permission, he was in a dilemma whether to tell Ouyang Hui or not.
Mu Tian smiled and wiped Ouyang Hui's neck.
"Yes, not only did they fight, but they also killed people. But the people they killed were bad guys, just like the man Mu Tian beat in the Western restaurant last time. He was a ronin." Hu Titi wanted to explain the legitimacy of his killing so much that he couldn't speak.
A little stuttering.
"What? You provoked those gangsters again and killed them?" Ouyang Hui almost jumped up. It was hard to tell whether the emotion in her words was panic, worry, or joy and appreciation.
Hu Ti looked at Ouyang Hui blankly, as if he was deciphering her emotional code.
Mu Tian suddenly thought of Ye Zi and thought to himself: You, Hu Ti, you have also provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked.