The small building was originally owned by Duan Yaming and is now owned by Huang Zunyi. There is an inexplicable plaque hanging on the lintel with the seal character "Malan Mountain" written on it.
It was pitch dark in the basement.
On the ceiling, there were sparsely lit lamp beads of unknown color, like the dome in Mu Tian's dream.
It is the beginning of autumn, and there is still the lingering power of the autumn tiger outside, but here it is full of cold air, freezing to the bone.
Under the dome, a large vat lies in the middle of the floor. The rim of the vat is flush with the ground. The diameter is more than one meter. It is full of water and is as dark as a well.
Huang Zunqi was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the tank, his eyes staring blankly at the water. His dark eyes glowed with a deep and dark light.
The water surface is like a mirror.
The mist, which alternates between hot and cold, is thin and slowly rotating. It seems to be far away from the water surface.
Huang Zunyi's figure suddenly shook, and the mist on the water was still spinning towards him.
The rotation is accelerating, wrapping it up in an instant.
The rotation became faster and faster, and Huang Zun was pulled up, and then moved towards the door.
Under the scorching sun at nearly noon, the layer of mist could no longer be seen.
Huang Zunyi glanced back at the plaque on the lintel of the small building, walked quickly out of Fuyouli, and turned onto Tianqi Road.
Wherever it went, a cold wind swept across it.
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Fang Fanglong was sitting in the private room where he invited Mutian to drink tea last time, staring at Tianqi Road outside the window. There were only a teacup, a teapot, and a few snacks in front of him.
He looked at the numerous traffickers and lackeys on Tianqi Road, with an anxious look on his face. He glanced at the ceiling from time to time, showing his anxious helplessness.
Finally, a black Buick drove past the window, and he leaned over to look at the door outside the window.
The Buick stopped.
"Here we come." He muttered to himself, stood up, called the waiter, stood solemnly in front of the table, and waited early.
The waiter came in and asked if he needed anything.
The dragon in the house calls the waiter to bring the guest who comes in a while, if it is Mr. Jia, no matter who he says he is looking for, he will bring him directly here.
The waiter was the one who typed the menu in front of Mu Tian last time, and the person waiting for him was Jia Zhengting, several of his subordinates who were seriously injured by Mu Tian and Hu Ti that day.
Enemies always have a narrow road.
Huang Zunyi glanced at the sign next to the door and was about to enter.
Two people who got out of the Buick stopped him first.
Suddenly, he saw Jia Zhengting getting out of the car and striding into the Purple House.
The tall man who stopped Huang Zunyi was Lu Yanglue, but the skinnier one was. The shorter but more generous and stout man was named Cao Xinglie. They were Jia Zhengting's personal bodyguards and capable men. When Jia Zhengting fully entered, the two ignored Huang Zunzhen.
, follow through the door.
When Huang Zunzhen saw that the people in front of him were wearing the same style as Duan Yaming, except for the different shades of color, his heart immediately tightened and he followed them.
When he heard that Jia Zhengting and the waiter were looking for a roommate, Huang Zunqi felt even more chilled.
This name sounds familiar. Peak mentioned it when Mu Tian fainted that day, and said that this person had many doubts and was very dangerous. He told Johnson about it, but Johnson didn't take it seriously at the time, so he raised the alarm.
Huang Zunqi had just heard the volume in a hazy way, but now that he thinks about it, it is extremely clear.
Then he looked at the Buick on the roadside, and behind a corner of the curtain was the muzzle of a long gun.
He knew that the gun might not be able to hurt Mu Tian at this time, but it was better to strike first in everything.
Huang Zunzhen silently recited the established creed and followed Jia Zhengting and his bodyguard to the door of the private room, one and a half steps away.
The waiter thought they were together and didn't ask any questions. After receiving the group, he bowed and left.
Jiang Zhengting opened the door of the private room with a bang and strode in. Two bodyguards followed closely and closed the door behind him.
Huang Zunqi quickly lowered his head and moved toward the next door. He lowered his eyebrows and glanced around. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he immediately turned around and approached the door of the private room of the house.
Seeing Jia Zhengting sit down, Fang Fang Long, two bodyguards also stood behind him on both sides of the door, took up their posture, and sat down by themselves. He turned over a tea cup that was buckled on the tray in front of him, and took it.
Lift the teapot and pour tea.
"I'm not here to drink tea!" Jia Zhengting's tone was very sonorous.
The house shook and the tea poured out of the cup.
He immediately tried his best to calm himself, picked up the tea cup, stood up, and respectfully handed it to Jia Zhengting.
When Jia Zhengting saw this, he didn't want to go too far. He held the tea cup with two fingers and twirled it on the table. He raised his eyes and stared at the dragon in the house. "Tell me what's going on."
This is like a leader who is not very satisfied with the actions of his subordinates and has to listen to their reports. Or last night, maybe he was angry with his wife when he came out in the morning and had to do some thankless work.
Mainly, leadership is leadership.
"I've brought you the man. Upstairs, two girls, Chuntao Qiutang, are waiting for you. The bases have probably already been loaded at this time. As for how many bases, it's hard to say. This kid sounds quite different." Fang Fanglong pointed his finger upward.
He pointed and blinked.
"Um."
"It's up to you to decide what to do. But what I want to say is, no matter how you handle it, something must have gone wrong." Fang Fanglong added.
"How can I see it?"
"Duan Yaming disappeared mysteriously. Johnson said he was on a special mission. Do you believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it." Fang Fanglong said this with some sadness.
Jia Zhengting glanced at Fang Fanglong and pondered, still twirling the tea cup in his hand.
"I think he was raped." When Fang Fanglong said this, the tea cup he was bringing to his mouth shook.
"Have you done anything?"
"No. Didn't you instruct us to focus on probation? I approached him tentatively, but seeing that this guy was a shabby guy, I didn't take any further action." Fang Fanglong drank the cup of tea and put down the cup.
My hands no longer shake.
"You think too much."
"No. All the graduates of the last class were destroyed, plus this operation against the Eastern Operation..."
"Operation Eastern was a failed operation. The main characters were not present at all, and several of our brothers were killed."
"I'm very sorry. I mean, Duan Yaming's disappearance, Johnson's behavior these days is mysterious, he always goes to the Marine Corps headquarters for meetings. I'm afraid if they do anything else, they will find clues to me." At this point, the house
Long couldn't help but look sad.
Jia Zhengting's sharp eyes shined directly on Fang Fanglong's face.
"Do you want silence?"
"That's what I mean. Mutian's matter should be postponed and discussed in the long term. I hope the superiors can grant permission." Fang Fanglong's words ended with a begging tone.
"No!" Jia Zhengting said decisively without even thinking about it. "Mutian's matter is very complicated. Kuai Eiichi wants him to die, but Shimen Mancang wants him to live and be used by me. He is said to be a super genius. Humph,
I think he's just a gangster from Jiangbei, or at best a little red guy."
"Shimen? The director of the Mei Mansion?" Fang Fanglong was really surprised now.
"Are there two more stone gates? Damn it, even if a new official takes office, you can't burn them randomly! It's so easy to destroy them with one shot."
When Huang Zunzhen heard this, he felt a murderous aura through the door. But what made his heart tremble was the Japanese name "Shimen". He remembered it vaguely, and his memory went from hazy to clear.
"Then what do you think we should do now?" Fang Fanglong rolled his eyes and then asked seriously.
"What do you think?" Jia Zhengting asked sinisterly, "Don't mention silence to me!"
"That's not possible. If you don't agree, I will continue to follow up. However, I think Mu Tian entered the cooperative with some special mission, just in case..."
"There is no such thing as a contingency! This kind of situation must never happen. I now authorize you to take action at any time except this little red guy! Talent?! I let others lose it, and I still have such a talent?!"
"Yes, I understand. Now you are..."
"What am I here for? Now that I'm here, I have to show my cards."
"My subordinate understands. On the second floor, I'm probably already on the couch. It's the best time. Please."
"Sir, why don't you go in?"
Huang Zun looked back in shock and saw that it was a young woman. Before he could react, he was stunned when the door of the room was opened with a loud bang.