Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Brother, brother, don't be impulsive. Let's talk it over. Do we know each other? Is there any misunderstanding?"

When Hua Liurong saw the grenade, especially one with the safety pulled out, he suddenly felt scared to death, broke out in a cold sweat, and stammered.

The two men in the back seat were both red sticks, or thugs. They had seen blood and had killed people, so they were barely able to remain calm.

But they didn't dare to move. They just flickered their eyes and looked at each other subconsciously. They were communicating secretly to determine the authenticity of the grenade.

What was Du Weiguo's expression? Of course, he couldn't hide these little actions.

He turned around, glanced at them with a half-smile, held the grenade in front of them, and said jokingly:

"Why? You want to hear something?"

"Do it!"

Seeing Du Weiguo's actions, Sang Gou suddenly yelled and grabbed his hands with both hands.

The other man, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end, had a tacit understanding with Sang Gou. He stood up suddenly and immediately reached out to strangle Du Weiguo's neck.

Despite the sudden change, Du Weiguo remained calm and even showed a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

"boom!"

His free left hand shot out like a bullet from an incredible angle, hitting the silent man's chin first.

With just one punch, the man's jaw was twisted and deformed, knocking down the back of the chair. He tilted his head and lost consciousness.

At the same time, Du Weiguo retracted his right hand, and Sang Gou instantly felt a huge force and was pulled over almost uncontrollably.

"boom!"

Before Sang Gou could react, he was also hit by a heavy punch. His forehead was obviously sunken. He rolled his eyes and fell on the back of the chair like mud.

3 seconds, in just 3 seconds, two red stick-level masters were beaten to a pulp by Du Weiguo, and their lives were in danger.

It all happened so fast, it was over in a flash, so fast that Hua Liurong didn't even have time to get out of the car and escape.

"Boss, don't do it, we can talk it over."

Hua Liurong was so frightened that his heart and liver were broken, and he quickly raised his hands. Du Weiguo wiped his hands on his chest alternately.

"Tell me, who do you work for?"

His voice was calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Upon hearing this question, Hua Liurong's pupils contracted drastically, but he was still quick-witted and quickly found a few reasonable excuses.

"Do, do something? What to do? Boss, I, I don't understand what you mean? I, we came here to play cards with someone."

"Oh, playing cards? Okay, then go down and play cards with the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon."

Du Weiguo snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he stuffed the grenade into Hua Liurong's hand.

"No, no, don't, I give in, I, I'll tell you!" Hua Liurong was so scared that his nose and tears were running.

"Damn, what a bastard, say something." Du Weiguo put away the grenade and cursed.

"I, I said, I am helping Brother Nine."

Hua Liurong is a typical scoundrel, but he still has some sense after all.

He knew very well that the man in front of him would kill someone if they disagreed with him, and he would do it without even blinking an eye.

Ah Zhi was still waiting at home. Du Weiguo was getting a little impatient and said in a low voice:

"Third brother? Pujie, are you squeezing toothpaste? What's his real name? What does it start with?"

While asking the question, he put his hand on Hua Liurong's shoulder and exerted slight force with his fingers.

"Uh~"

Hua Liurong suddenly felt as if his shoulder was clamped by a pair of pliers. It was so painful that half of his body was numb. He couldn't help but groan.

"Miao, Miao Weizhi, the third brother's real name is Miao Weizhi, he doesn't have the character 'hu' in his name, he, he is~"

At this point, a hint of fear flashed in Hua Liurong's eyes, his eyes rolled around, and his tone became a little hesitant.

"What is it?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and put more strength in his hands.

"Gaba~"

A creepy sound of bones cracking was heard.

How strong is Du Weiguo now? How can Hua Liurong, a little dog, bear it? The shoulder blade shattered instantly, crushing.

Even if he could escape with his life today, he would definitely be crippled in the future. Of course, when he met Du Weiguo who was determined to kill him, he had no chance of luck and would surely die.

Hua Liurong's face was twisted in pain and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. It was so painful that he couldn't even scream.

He was unable to scream, because in the next second, Du Weiguo's large, iron-like hands had already reached his neck.

"Fuck! If you don't tell me, I'll pull your head off."

The strong feeling of suffocation and the extreme fear of facing death actually suppressed the severe pain, and Hua Liurong's pupils instantly shrank into the size of needles.

He had no doubt about Du Weiguo's threat. The guy in front of him was definitely a murderer who would kill without blinking an eye. He could do what he said.

"He, he is Master Ma's man."

"Master Ma." Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he had a very bad premonition.

In the underworld of Hong Kong Island, the suffix "Ye" is not used casually, and no one dares to use it.

At present, besides him, the leader of the underworld, Sha Shen Ye, there are only two people who are called Ye.

One is Zhen Guolong, the leader of the "He" group, and the other is Zou Yaozu from the Zhongyi Hall. Both are highly respected and powerful gangsters.

As for officials and businessmen, they either call each other by their positions or Mr. instead of Master. Even the former Chief Chinese Detective Lei Luo, who was able to hold the sky with one hand, was just called Brother Luo.

However, Du Weiguo wanted to fight someone who might be qualified.

"Master Ma, is this Kunpeng Pictures, Ma Ning?"

Ma Ning is Little Brother Ma, Du Weiguo’s boss in Hong Kong Island. He is currently the general manager of Kunpeng Pictures and a director of Radio Limited.

After Zhao Yingnan left Hong Kong Island and went to Siam, he threw all the business in Hong Kong Island to him.

With Du Weiguo's protection, Xiao Ma Ge is unmoved and naturally no one dares to touch him.

Being in charge of Zhao Yingnan's business made him like the God of Wealth, and he was always on good terms with the richest people.

The key point is that before Xiao Ma Ge came ashore and cleaned himself up, he had also been in the underworld, and was familiar with the powerful generals under Bo Hao and the bosses of the gangs.

In addition, because of Du Weiguo's relationship, he also has a close relationship with Rick from MI6 and Chief Chinese Detective Uncle Jiu.

In a word, he is good at dealing with both corrupt officials and businessmen.

It can be said that in the absence of Du Weiguo and Zhao Yingnan, Mark is the most powerful person in Hong Kong Island, no doubt about it.

It’s not excessive to call you Master.

At this moment, Hua Liurong was shaking like a sieve because of the severe pain, but when he heard Du Weiguo directly call out Ma Ning's name, his eyes still subconsciously dodged and flickered.

"Yes, yes, it's Kunpeng's Master Ma, the disciple of the God of Evil."

  Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura rose up, fluctuating, and a layer of frost instantly formed in the carriage:

"So, this Miao Weining is working for Ma Ning?"

  The sweat on Hua Liurong's face froze, making him look like a snowman, but it did relieve the pain to a certain extent. He replied tremblingly:

"Yes, yes~"

"So, he asked you to rob these beautiful women at Ma Ning's behest?"

Du Weiguo suppressed his murderous aura, but there was a dangerous light flashing in his eyes that was captivating.

"Boss, I, I don't know. I'm just a small fry. Brother Jiu and Master Ma are both big shots. I, I really don't know~"

Hua Liurong was already crying, and what he said was also true. Du Weiguo asked again:

"What happened to the women you kidnapped?"

  Hua Liurong shook his head desperately:

"I don't know about that either, Boss. I usually just send people to the place designated by Third Brother. I really don't know what happened to them later."

"Oh, I don't know~"

Du Weiguo sneered and glanced at him. Hua Liurong was startled and screamed subconsciously:

"I, I swear, I really don't know, but these women never appeared on the streets again."

Since he has never appeared on the streets, there are only two possibilities: either he was killed and silenced, or he was imprisoned in some secret place.

"Take me to where you usually send people."

"Okay, okay, no, no problem, big guy."

Hua Liurong agreed without hesitation, and while enduring the severe pain to start the car, he kept stealing glances at Du Weiguo's face, stammering, as if hesitant to speak.

  Du Weiguo rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and didn't even bother to look at him:

"Don't dawdle, drive quickly. If I'm in a good mood later, I can spare your life."

"Okay, okay, thank you, boss." Hua Liurong suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned, and the wounds didn't hurt as much anymore.

A moment later, in Repulse Bay, Xiangdao said, "Boss, I, I always send people here."

Hua Liurong used his intact arm to point to a two-story building not far from the roadside. It was a women's clothing store called Lido.

"Tsk, a women's clothing store, quite creative."

Du Weiguo sneered, but his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the yacht club not far away. Isn't it a bit too coincidental?

Hua Liurong stole a glance at Du Weiguo's face and asked bravely:

"Big, big brother, the third brother lives here. He is here every night and at any time. I, I can do it."

Du Weiguo nodded: "Well, you can now~"

Upon hearing this, Hua Liurong was immediately ecstatic, but the next moment, his mood fell from heaven to hell.

"died."

However, Hua Liurong did not have the chance to be depressed. As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was broken. An expression of surprise and horror was forever frozen on his face.

"Bang!"

Du Weiguo did not let go of Hua Liurong. Instead, he grabbed his neck and exerted force with his arms, using his body as a human hammer and throwing it hard onto the back seat.

The two unconscious red stick thugs at the back were instantly smashed to pieces by the huge force, turning into a pool of rotten flesh. Their heads were deformed and they died in a daze.

"Sorry, I spoke out of turn." Du Weiguo moved to the driver's seat and said lightly while starting the car.

How could he leave any suspects alive, especially now that Xiao Ma Ge might be involved, which meant that the case would eventually lead to him.

After starting the car, Du Weiguo randomly found a section of road with no people, no cars, and no guardrails, turned the steering wheel sharply, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car towards the sea.

A few minutes later, the car flew out from a cliff like a mad bull, and then crashed heavily into the sea.

After a string of bubbles, the car sank and the sea finally returned to calm.

"This stretch of sea is full of reefs, there are no boats or people, so it shouldn't be discovered in a short time."

On the edge of the cliff, Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze from the sea, took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and said to himself in a deep voice:

"People change, Xiao Ma, I hope you won't let me down." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, it was the bedroom on the second floor of the Lido Garment Store.

The sturdy man who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly felt a chill running through his bones and his hair stood on end. This was a sense of danger.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, and at the same time his hand quickly reached under the pillow, where there was a knife hidden, a short knife with a slightly curved shape.

"Whoosh~" At this moment, a shrill sound of breaking wind was heard.

"Ugh~" the man groaned, his hand was broken by a size 44 kick, and he hit the head of the bed heavily.

The man was also an excellent martial artist with a very strong physique. Although he was caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow, his reaction was still quick.

Taking advantage of the impact, he did a beautiful somersault and changed direction, still preparing to struggle.

But the next second, he was struck by lightning and his whole body froze. A cold and powerful hand suddenly appeared on his neck.

As a master of physical skills, the man could clearly sense the surging power contained in this hand.

He had no doubt that this hand could easily break his neck as if it were breaking straw.

At the same time, a sharp voice rang in his ears: "If you move again, you will die!"

"Which road are you on, my friend?"

It should be said that the man has a pretty good mental quality.

Although his vital points were controlled and his life and death were in the hands of others, he did not panic and remained very calm.

"Which path? Haha, I'm from the Yama Path." Du Weiguo chuckled, curled his lips, exhaled the smoke, and slowly loosened his hand.

The man gritted his teeth, covered his broken arm, and slowly turned his head.

His brows were furrowed, and his narrow eyes were shining brightly. He looked at Du Weiguo in the flickering light of the cigarette butt.

"Friend, have we met before? Is there some misunderstanding?"

The man did not know Du Weiguo. In fact, even in Hong Kong, where people often reveal their identities and make public appearances, not many people have actually seen him, let alone him who had deliberately disguised himself.

Du Weiguo also glanced at him and quickly compared his appearance with Hua Liurong's description to make sure he had not found the wrong person.

"There is no misunderstanding, Miao Weizhi, Third Brother, you are the purchasing manager of Kunpeng Pictures, right?"

After hearing Du Weiguo tell him his name, nickname, job and position, the third brother's pupils trembled.

He reacted quickly and realized something in an instant, and a hint of panic finally appeared on his face.

"You, who are you?"

Du Weiguo did not answer the question immediately. Instead, he spat out the cigarette butt, sat down on the bed, took out the knife from under the pillow, and played with it in his hand.

This knife is quite interesting. It is snow-white all over, less than one meter long including the handle, with a straight blade and a slightly curved blade, giving it a hint of ancient charm.

It is 7% to 8% similar to his family heirloom small Tang sword.

However, this sword is definitely not the sword used exclusively by the commander of the Imperial City Administration in the Song Dynasty, but a replica made with modern casting technology.

With Du Weiguo's keen eyesight, he could tell that this knife was made in the last two years, and it was even possible that it was an imitation of his Xiao Tang Dao.

After all, Xiao Ma Ge had seen it, and this Third Brother was his confidant, so he might have heard him describe it.

When Du Weiguo was looking at the knife, the third brother behaved very honestly and did not move the whole time.

Among ordinary people, he is already considered a rare master. As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether there is anything else just by stretching out his hand.

Just from the brief exchange of blows just now, he understood that the strange young man in front of him was definitely a top master that he could never reach.

The gap between the two is roughly equivalent to that between Master Ma Baoguo and Tyson.

The split is 30:70, the other person gets 3 seconds and he gets 17, so resistance is meaningless.

  Du Weiguo did not want to dwell on the origin of the knife, nor did he want to reveal his identity. He gently stroked the cold blade and said calmly:

"I don't have time to waste, let's just get this straight. I just have two questions."

The third brother had regained his composure at this moment. He nodded despite the pain and replied in a deep voice, "Okay, ask."

"First, you asked Hua Liurong and his men to rob beautiful women everywhere. Where were these women sent to later?"

When he heard this question, the third brother just trembled slightly, but he did not show any special shock, and did not even deny it out loud.

He asked rhetorically:

"My friend, did that loser Hua Liurong touch a woman he shouldn't have? When did it happen? Let me see if there's any way to remedy this~~"

"Uh~" When he said this, the third brother suddenly groaned.

His uninjured shoulder was suddenly pierced by an imitation Tang knife, hitting his nerve plexus accurately.

Even though Third Brother's endurance was far beyond that of an ordinary person, he was still shaking with pain and the veins on his forehead popped out, but he was indeed a tough guy.

I held it back and didn't scream.

Du Weiguo was not one to get sick easily, he had seen many tough guys, so he sneered and twisted it without hesitation.

"Uh, ah~"

The third brother finally cried out. The heart-wrenching pain was something that could not be endured by willpower alone.

"Shu~"

Du Weiguo ignored his screams, pulled out the dagger, wiped it casually on the pillow, and glanced at the blade.

Tsk, I have to say, the quality of this knife is quite good.

Although it had just touched the bone, the blade was intact, without even a scratch, and was still as sharp as a mirror.

This thing should be made of VG10 steel from Japan, which is carbon chromium stainless steel. It is a pretty good thing.

After decisively putting it away, Du Weiguo turned his head and looked at his third brother, who had already recovered his breath, with a teasing tone.

"Third brother, we are all smart people, why are you doing this? Just answer whatever is asked, isn't it better for everyone to be harmonious?"

Du Weiguo's tone remained calm, without a trace of anger, and even had a sense of negotiation, sounding quite polite.

But to the third brother, it sounded like the death knell rung by the King of Hell himself.

He knew clearly in his mind that he had met a ruthless man who would kill without blinking an eye today, and there was a high probability that he would not get away with it.

The third brother stopped talking and remained silent with his lips tightly pursed.

Du Weiguo did not continue to torture him. Instead, he took out a cigarette box, lit a cigarette, and put it to his mouth.

"Why? Third brother, do you have to make the scene bloody and horrific in order to show your loyalty? Isn't it better to be more decent?"

"Whoo~"

  The third brother held the cigarette butt with his right hand, which he could barely raise, and exhaled a long breath of smoke. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Yankee, do you know what you are doing now? This muddy water is unfathomable. No matter who you are, you can't wade into it." (End of this chapter)