Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Du Weiguo smiled and glanced at the envelope in Pengzi's hand. Four large calligraphy characters were written on it with silver hooks and iron.

"The Evil God personally inspired me."

He is not a fool, so he naturally understands that these madmen from the True Immortal Sect are clearly targeting him.

When others heard his evil name, they were afraid to avoid him, but these guys wanted to kill them with their own hands.

The seriousness of his brain damage and the clarity of his thoughts are simply unreasonable.

"Bring it here and show it to me."

Under Pengzi's surprised and horrified eyes, Du Weiguo took the envelope with a big bang. He did not perceive any danger, so he firmly believed that there was no mystery in this envelope.

The envelope was made of pearlescent paper, and inside there was only a piece of orchid-patterned letterhead with a few words written in neat small letters:

In the great cold, at midnight, Jiujing Mountain, Feixian Temple, please meet me.

"What the hell, these lunatics are really hopelessly stupid."

Du Weiguo smiled and handed the envelope to Ye Li's nose: "Ye Li, try again, can you smell anything?"

Yeli twitched her agate-like nose and showed a shy expression again. This time, she even curled up in shame and buried her little head into her body.

"Haha, it's okay, Yeli. These psychopaths must have come prepared. They investigated me specifically and deliberately guarded your and Nightmare's noses."

Du Weiguo fondly touched Yeli's smooth fur, whispered comfortingly, and then turned to Pengzai:

"Pengzi, is there a Feixian Temple on Jiujing Mountain?"

"Uh~"

On the Hong Kong Island Living Map, I was finally asked about my knowledge blind spot. Peng Zai was even more ashamed than Ye Li, and his face turned red:

"I'm sorry, sir, I, I don't know either."

Peng Tsai is indeed familiar with most of the roads and neighborhoods in Hong Kong Island, but the deserted place in Jiu Jingshan is not within the scope of his memory.

Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder to encourage him, balled up the envelope, and flicked it into the trash can not far away:

"It's okay. Let's go to Jiujing Mountain now. Remember to mobilize more people to search out this Feixian Temple!"

"Yes, sir, I'll go down and make arrangements right away."

Pengzi gritted his teeth and replied. He had just fallen in front of Tongtianjin's thighs, and he hated these crazy people from the True Immortal Sect for pretending to be gods and ghosts.

The Great Cold is just 3 days away, but Du Weiguo is not interested in waiting any longer. Now that he knows the local lair, he can just go straight to Huanglong. Why wait for chicken feathers?

Jiujingshan is located in Tuen Mun District of Hong Kong Island. It needs to cross the sea. When taking the ferry, Du Weiguo suddenly became thoughtful.

This group of crazy people from the True Immortal Sect may seem crazy, but they are not. They are very smart in their calculations, even calculating the abilities of Yeli and Nightie.

Is it possible for such a group of lunatics who are bent on death to directly expose their lair before the last step is completed?

In other words, this is another plan to lure you into a trap. They have calculated Du Weiguo's reaction and deliberately lured him to Jiujing Mountain now.

Well, that's right, that should be it. Damn it, there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me, and I can't let you get what you want.

The ferry stopped at the Kwun Tong Pier. On the shore, more than a dozen police trucks were parked, and hundreds of uniformed policemen were assembled. Even Lake was on standby with his field operations team.

As the top chief executive of MI6 currently staying on Hong Kong Island, Lake is naturally very smart and received the news early in the morning.

Speaking of which, Lake was quite miserable. He was like a father-in-law, serving Du Weiguo's harem all day long.

It was a rare opportunity to get up close and personal with the real owner, Du Weiguo, and he would naturally not give up this rare opportunity.

After getting off the ship, Du Weiguo walked directly to Lake: "Lake, help me apply for a route immediately. I will go to Tokyo in 2 hours."

"Ok?"

Du Weiguo spoke loudly, and everyone nearby heard him, and everyone showed a look of astonishment.

Damn it, isn't this a joke? Everyone was gearing up to search the mountains, but he suddenly wanted to go to Japan?

Pengzi had a black line on his forehead and was full of questions, but he also knew what was right and held it back without daring to ask.

When he heard that he was going to Japan, Lake was actually very surprised, but he reacted quickly. He was just stunned for a moment before replying in a deep voice:

"Okay, sir, I'll make arrangements right away."

Reike trotted away in a hurry, and Du Weiguo turned to Pengzi and patted him on the shoulder:

"Pengzi, you continue to lead a team to search the mountain. After you find Feixian Temple, you can dismantle it directly. Everyone inside, regardless of their identity, will be arrested and interrogated strictly."

"Yes, I understand, sir."

Pengzi had already adjusted his mentality at this moment, with a serious expression on his face, and replied solemnly.

Du Weiguo is a white man, but he is giving orders to the most powerful plainclothes detective Yau Tsim Mong. The key is that Peng Tsai still has no doubts and obeys his words, which is ridiculous to a certain extent.

Du Weiguo was also very satisfied with Pengzi's success and said with a smile:

"Okay, Pengzi, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, you can ask Reike to send me a message directly."

"Okay sir, have a safe trip."

Pengzi understood Du Weiguo's surprise and was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He understood that he had finally fallen in the favor of the nobleman.

From now on, he can directly contact Du Weiguo, which is definitely a qualitative leap.

It can be foreseen that in the not-too-distant future, as long as Du Weiguo does not collapse, the throne of Inspector General Hua of Hong Kong Island will most likely belong to him, Peng Zai.

After arranging these things, Du Weiguo ordered a Land Rover from Reike and drove the car directly to Kai Tak Airport without saying a word.

Since he knew clearly that someone was plotting against him, wouldn't he be a fool to rush over to it anyway? It just so happened that things were going on in Japan recently, so Du Weiguo happened to go over to take a look, treating it as a vacation.

Hey, it’s time to clean up the itchy skin.

A few minutes later, in the secret basement of Jiujing Mountain, Feixian Temple.

A man with a crew cut and a sinister expression walked in from the door, holding a maritime satellite phone in his hand.

The basement was quite large, and the surrounding walls were lit with pale green candles, making the space look like a ghost. The smell of blood was pungent and unpleasant.

In the middle of the basement, there were two rusty iron beds placed side by side.

On a bed on the left, an unconscious, fat man was tied up. Even though he was lying on his back, his belly was still high, like a pregnant woman.

On the bed on the right, a naked and pale woman was lying on her back. This woman was about 20 years old, with a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure.

But at this moment, there were many bloody wounds all over her body, and she was already dying.

Seeing the bad look on the man's face, another middle-aged man with glasses wearing a blue-gray coat came up to him and asked in a deep voice:

"Awang, what's going on?"

The flat-headed man's eyelids drooped and his voice was dull:

"Aying, the Evil God must have seen through our plan. He did not come to Jiujing Mountain, but flew directly to Tokyo."

Upon hearing this, A Ying's eyes flashed fiercely, and her voice was as cold as a knife:

"Why did you suddenly go to Tokyo? What part of the problem went wrong?"

The flat-headed man named Awang has a hoarse voice, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message:

"It should be that the letter played a superfluous role and woke him up. If I had known this, it would be better to let Afen leave some smell in the first place."

A Ying glanced at the woman on the iron bed with her eyes closed and her breathing already vague. The hanging needle pattern was as deep as a sharp sword:

"Then what should we do now? Zhi, she can't hold it any longer. If she can't wait, all her efforts will be in vain~"

At this moment, Awang's eyes suddenly became dull, and then turned strangely gray-white, and his voice also turned into an emotionless, cold female voice:

"Aying, kill this fat pig right away and then go tie up his woman. I don't have much time."

Aying seemed not surprised by this strange situation, but her tone was particularly solemn:

"Zhi, his woman is protected by several top masters, especially that demon dog, which is very difficult to deal with."

The woman's voice was calm:

"I know, I can figure out a way to take care of that dog. You can figure out the rest by yourselves."

Aying nodded: "Okay, then I need to prepare in advance, Zhi, how long can you hold on?"

"Five days, Aying, this is my last chance."

The woman's voice disappeared, and Awang regained his consciousness and asked urgently:

"Aying, Zhi, what did you say just now?"

Aying didn't speak immediately. He took out a small black jar from his arms, picked out a pinch of black powder with his little fingernail, and wiped it towards the nose of the fat pig-like man.

Aying put away the small can, with a flick of her hand, pulled out a snake-shaped sharp blade with a cold light from under her coat, and stabbed it into the fat pig's lower abdomen without hesitation. The strange thing is that after the sharp blade was inserted into the body, the face of the unconscious fat pig actually showed an expression of great enjoyment, and his mouth opened and closed as if he was eating something.

The next second, Aying withdrew the sharp blade, dug her hand into the fat pig's wound, and then pulled hard, and a section of intestines had been pulled out by him.

At this moment, Fatty Pig's expression became even more joyful, his mouth made tsk-tsk sounds, and he even made unconscious hums of satisfaction.

Aying's expression was indifferent. She plated the fat pig's greasy and warm intestines expressionlessly and said softly:

"Awang, let's leave here first, then kidnap the Evil God's woman and force him to come back."

At the same time, in Tokyo, Takino River, a traditional Japanese garden with a vast area and four entrances, is the headquarters of the Kamizuru Group.

The Shenhe Group also has a name called He Zhenghui, one of the three major gangs in Japan, and the Inakawa Society split from it.

In the past, the Hezhenghui was undoubtedly the largest gang in Japan, but now, it has been suppressed one after another and is in a state of decline.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. At present, the Tsurusei-kai is still the largest society in Tokyo. It is so powerful that both the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Sumiyoshi-kai have to step aside.

At this moment, the luxurious and exquisite courtyard had turned into a sea of ​​​​fire and hell. Screams and wailing could be heard endlessly, and countless team members were buried in the fire.

"Woooooo~" Not far away, the sirens of fire trucks and police cars were deafening.

Merlin and Sukari walked out of the back door of the courtyard filled with flames, covered in blood, like demons crawling out of hell.

Merlin raised his hand and threw a bloody package to Kamada Jiro. His voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was still cold and without any waves:

"This is the head of Yucheng Tsuruoka, the leader of the Tsuruoka Council."

Kamada Jiro hurriedly caught the package that was dripping with blood and had a pungent odor. He was so frightened that his two legs trembled. A wave of cold air shot up from his heels to the sky, and he almost peed.

Too cruel!

There are at least 150 people in the headquarters of the Shenhe Group, including no less than a hundred of the gang's most elite gunmen and thugs, as well as Tsuruoka Yucheng's family members and a group of hardcore cronies.

Looking at the fire that dyed the night sky red in front of them, they must have not even one of these people left alive, plus the dozens of lives lost in the Yokohama stronghold a few hours ago.

In one night, just two people slaughtered more than 200 people, and they eradicated them without leaving a trace.

To be honest, even the evil god himself is not so ruthless in his methods, nor has he ever caused such a big commotion in Tokyo.

Merlin glanced at the dull Kamada Jiro, threw down the blood-stained windbreaker, and said in a calm tone:

"It's going to be dawn now. It won't be very good if we continue. As for the big boss behind the He Zhenghui, we can only go tomorrow night."

Kamada Jiro, who had just barely regained consciousness, was confused again when he heard this.

Fuck you! Do you even know that the impact is bad? Overnight, you killed more than 200 people in the city of Tokyo. Are you ready for the war?

Seeing that he was still looking blank, Merlin frowned and raised his voice:

"Mr. Kamata, the police will be here soon. We should leave now."

"Oh, oh, okay, let's go now!"

Kamada Jiro woke up from a dream, and quickly ran to the car himself, helped Merlin and the others pull it out, and said in a very polite tone:

"Your Excellency Merlin, Sir Sukari, please get in the car."

A few hours later, as it was getting dark, Tokyo's newspapers, radio stations, and TV stations all broadcast an explosive news almost at the same time.

"Last night, the famous domestic gangster Tsuru Seikai broke out in the largest gang war in history in Tokyo and Yokohama respectively. A total of 213 people were killed."

Kamada Jiro, who had hid in a safe house in Zama City, Kanagawa Prefecture, was stunned when he heard the news on TV.

Merlin, who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed to recuperate, opened his eyes, glanced at the TV screen, where the Hezhenghui headquarters had been burned to the ground, and asked casually:

"Mr. Kamata, what's on the news?"

Kamada Jiro was now extremely wary of this seemingly handsome and gentle but actually extremely ruthless God of Death, and replied honestly:

"Well, they said that there was internal strife in the He Zhenghui~"

Merlin nodded without comment:

"Well, someone should have taken the initiative to wipe our butts. By the way, Mr. Kamata, have you found out who is the backer behind the Tsuru Seikai?"

"Sorry, not yet~"

Kamada Jiro shook his head, and Merlin asked again: "Then where is the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the second largest gang in the Kansai Society?"

Upon hearing this, Kamada Jiro couldn't bear it anymore and bravely explained:

"Your Excellency Meilin, the Yamaguchi-gumi is the strongest gang in Japan, and is also the boss's most loyal ally. This incident must have been instigated by the Heshengkai and has nothing to do with the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Merlin sneered and smacked his lips in a joking tone:

"Loyal allies, hey, our place was swept away, why didn't they respond at all? But since they are the boss's allies, let's not touch them yet."

Upon hearing this, Kamada Jiro secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Merlin's next words directly raised his heart:

"By the way, Mr. Kamata, have you really not found the backer behind Tsuru Seikai?"

Kamada Jiro was stunned and his mouth opened wide:

"Ah? Mr. Merlin, the rumors outside are already so tense. Are you still going to take action?"

Merlin sneered:

"Oh, the news is tense? Where is the tension? Didn't the news say it was an internal strife in the Hezheng Association? What does it have to do with us?"

Kamada Jiro's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment: "Ah, this~"

Merlin sat up from the sofa and stared at him with a cold tone:

"Mr. Kamata, let me remind you again, don't forget who our boss is. If you dare to touch his property, no matter who it is, even the emperor will be killed without mercy."

Kamada Jiro felt the cold evil spirit emanating from Merlin's body. He suddenly felt suffocated, broke out in cold sweat, and stammered back:

"Yes, yes, Lord Merlin, you are right. I am pedantic. I will check it out right away."

"Drip drop~"

At this moment, Jiro Kamada's satellite phone suddenly rang. He was startled and answered the call in a panic.

"Hello, I'm Kamada Jiro~"

On the other end of the phone, Du Weiguo's calm and clear voice sounded: "Kamada, I am Wesley, where are you?"

Kamada Jiro suddenly jumped up like a spring, his head was red and his face was swollen, and his excited voice was distorted:

"Sir, have you come to Japan?"

"Well, I just got off the plane, Kamata, where are you?"

Two hours later, at 10 a.m., in Shinjuku, the small villa where Du Weiguo once lived.

Du Weiguo smiled and patted Merlin's shoulder, handed him a cigarette, and even lit it for him politely:

"Merlin, you did a good job. This is the style of our evil gods. We will retaliate."

Merlin asked angrily: "What? Boss, you don't trust me and you came here in person?"

Du Weiguo shook his head:

"Of course not. There are a group of crazy people in Hong Kong who want to become immortals. I have no choice but to come to Japan to see the excitement."

"Watching the excitement?" Merlin raised his eyebrows.

Du Weiguo also lit a cigarette himself and smiled mischievously:

"Yes, I have no intention of intervening in Japan's affairs at all. I will just continue to act according to your style."

Upon hearing this, Merlin's face brightened slightly, he took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"Really?"

"Of course, it's rare for me to rest for a few days, so I'm too lazy to meddle in other people's business." Du Weiguo replied matter-of-factly.

"Dangdangdang~"

Just as Merlin was about to speak, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the hospital. Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced, then frowned helplessly.

Damn, it’s true that the trees are still but the wind is not stopping. The slap in the face came too fast.

Outside the door, Ryota Takahashi from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Kazuo Okamoto, the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi, unexpectedly arrived hand in hand.

Merlin was well versed in people, and he also knew that Du Weiguo's eyes could see through. When he saw his obviously gloomy face, he knew that an evil visitor was coming, and he immediately laughed and joked:

"Wesley, you once told me something that people can't help themselves in the world. Is this the case now? You have come to Japan, and you still want to hide and relax?"

Kamada Jiro had already stood up and was about to open the door, but Du Weiguo stopped him and went out by himself.

Looking at the two big guys at the door, Du Weiguo nodded to Kazuo Okada and motioned for him to go in first, then closed the door, lit a cigarette, and looked at Ryota Takahashi with a playful look. (End of chapter)