A group of Japanese soldiers suddenly rushed into the Matsue Hotel. The leader was Yuichi Nomura. He rushed in and shouted: "Put down the gun and arrest them all! Sir, are you okay?"
Yoshio Okamoto waved his hand: "Don't move!"
From the black shadow, an old man with a white beard wearing a black robe, a black cane in his hand, a black melon cap on his head, and black sunglasses walked out. This old man was not tall, only 1.6 meters tall.
He was also hunched over, which made him look even lower. Ma Xingkong knew him. He was the garbage collector in the hotel, but he was not dressed like this.
"It turns out to be Mr. Kuro!" Okamoto Yoshio motioned to Nomura Yuichi to lead his people out. Nomura Yuichi looked at the situation and hesitated: "Your Excellency, this!"
Yoshio Okamoto said: "It's okay, Mr. Kuro is here, I will be fine, Mr. Kuro is our friend!"
The old man didn't refute. He hunched over and moved a chair for himself. The chair made of fine pine wood was very heavy. Ma Xingkong hurried over to help. The old man coughed twice and thanked him, then moved the chair to the table.
The old man let out a long breath and continued slowly. Doma Xingkong and Okamoto Yoshio laughed and said: "When people are old, they can't even do such small things. It's really useless!"
"The old man has a strong body and is not old at all!" Yoshio Okamoto actually said flattering words, which surprised Ma Xingkong and made him curious about the old man's identity.
"Now that I'm dismounting, Xingkong, may I ask the old man where the mountains and rivers are? What do you use for eating? What do you use for drinking soup?" Ma Xingkong cupped his fists and assumed the posture of a green forest.
The old man looked at him and shook his head and said with a smile: "Hua Yatou is right, you are a young man!"
"Hua Yatou!" Ma Xingkong's heart skipped a beat. Who was Hua Yatou talking about? Among the people he knew, the only one named Hua Hua was Hua Fox. This old man's name was Hua Fox Hua Yatou. Needless to say, the old man was in the green forest.
The status is quite high.
The old man also cupped his fists. There were rules for this cupping. Ma Xingkong was considered a junior in the green forest. The position of cupping his fists was above and below his belly. The old man cupped his fists in front of his eyes. Ma Xingkong immediately understood that he had guessed the old man's identity to some extent.
In Harbin and even the Northeast, there is only one person who dares to speak so blatantly that even the Japanese give in.
"The green mountains will not change, the green water will always flow, use gold bowls to eat, and silver spoons to drink soup!" The old man looked at Ma Xingkong's expression and chuckled: "I am old and incompetent. I don't have much ability. All the brothers I met said that
An old dark cloud!"
Ma Xingkong had heard of Lao Wuyun's name a long time ago. It was in Changchun when Hua Hu was explaining the Northeast Green Forest Map to him. He mentioned it. Lao Wuyun's dragon had never seen its head or tail, and no one had ever seen the real person. He only
He will appear where he wants to appear at the appropriate time. It is this kind of person who has no territory and no subordinates, and is the boss of the Northeast Green Forest.
Although Old Wu Yun is not very good, the Northeast Green Forest he controls is by no means simple. Needless to say, the Japanese are foreigners. There are green forest people in Manchukuo from the army to the police, as well as the anti-resistance alliance hidden in the mountains, and more
It was organized by relying on the Green Forest people. Therefore, in the Northeast, the Japanese had to rely on him, Puyi had to rely on him, and even the resistance organizations had to fawn over him. The old dark clouds worked at the same time, playing with the Northeast in the midst of applause.
Lao Wuyun pulled Ma Xingkong's clothes: "Sit down, everyone, sit down! I don't care about your business, but in my Songjiang Hotel, no violence is allowed. Do you two hear that?"
Yoshio Okamoto nodded hurriedly: "Of course, of course, we never asked about the matter of Songjiang Hotel. I have already kicked out all my men!"
Old Wuyun looked at Ma Xingkong again. Ma Xingkong hurriedly signaled Long Jie to put down his gun. Old Wuyun nodded and smiled at Ma Xingkong: "For the sake of you moving the stool for me just now, I will just do what happened before."
Don’t worry about it anymore, I’ll give you another benefit. As long as you stay in my Songjiang Hotel, I’ll make sure you’re fine. If you go out, my old man won’t be responsible!”
"This..." Yoshio Okamoto said immediately: "Mr. Kuro, he is a wanted criminal! If you do this..."
Old Wuyun glared at Okamoto Yoshio: "What, you think it can't be done? Well, how about I ask Okamura Neiji for instructions immediately?"
It was obvious that Old Wuyun was protecting Ma Xingkong. Yoshio Okamoto did not dare to say anything. After leaving the Matsue Hotel, Yoshio Okamoto ordered: "Nomura-kun, from today onwards, the Matsue Hotel will be closely monitored. If you see Ma Xingkong,
When they come out, arrest or kill them immediately!"
"Hai!" Nomura has been waiting for this sentence for a long time. His predecessor Oshima was kind to him, and Oshima was killed by Ma Xingkong. This revenge has long been retaliated, and it is also for the honor of the Japanese Empire.
"In addition, notify the bungalow security department immediately to prevent anyone from breaking in!" Yoshio Okamoto added: "I hope all my worries are unnecessary!"
Yoshio Okamoto left, but Ma Xingkong did not. He stood up and bowed deeply to Old Wuyun: "Thank you for your protection, Master!"
Old Wuyun looked at Ma Xingkong: "Are you really going to destroy that Japanese research base?"
Ma Xingkong nodded: "Many of my brothers were killed by the Japanese using some kind of bacterial weapon developed in that base. Revenge is certain, and I won't let them continue to harm others!"
Old Wuyun shook his head: "You and I are both bandits, do you think it's worth it?"
"I don't know!" Ma Xingkong said very frankly: "I have no purpose in doing things, just to prevent others from bullying me and hurting my brothers and family. As for the rest, I don't care!"
"Hehehe..." Old Wuyun chuckled: "You have the same demeanor as I did back then, but I advise you not to go too far. If you get to the point where everyone hates you, even gods can't save you!
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"Thank you, old man, for reminding me!" Ma Xingkong gave another salute. When he raised his head, he saw that Lao Wuyun had stood up from his chair and was walking outside the darkness. When he was almost entering the darkness, Lao Wuyun suddenly stopped.
He kicked his feet, turned back, and said to Ma Xingkong: "There is one more thing, look at me, I almost forgot, I am really old!"
"Master, please tell me, Ma Xingkong must obey the master's orders!" Ma Xingkong took a few steps forward.
Old Wuyun smiled: "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to tell you that after you finish your work this time, you should leave the Northeast and never come back again. This is also for your own good!"
"This..." Long Jie wanted to speak. Ma Xingkong hurriedly said: "Junior understands! After finishing things, you must leave Northeast China and never come back!"
Lao Wuyun nodded, slowly turned around and continued walking into the darkness. From that day on, Ma Xingkong never saw Lao Wuyun again not only in Songjiang Hotel, but also in the whole of Harbin. It was as if he had suddenly disappeared.