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The boss was filled with joy after being praised by Cao Youguang's sweet words. The dissatisfaction in his heart was finally vented. When he looked at Cao Youguang, he was no longer so annoying. He smiled and said: "Old Cao, don't be too polite. Boss, please let me know." We will fully cooperate with you, if you have any errands, just ask."

"Liang Kun, look at what you said, we have worked together ten years ago, and there was no Secret Service at that time! Will I be polite to you?" After saying that, Cao Youguang laughed heartily again, Boss Liangkun also burst out laughing, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed a lot.

Putting away his smile, Cao Youguang asked seriously: "Seriously, the target's number is obviously telling another person his hiding place. Who do you think the target is telling?"

"Not bad!" Liang Kun nodded slowly, thought for a while and said: "As long as we can decipher the numbers represented by the seven flames, the first four digits can easily be recognized as a phone number. Once checked, we will know that it is the phone number of Spring Hotel. It goes without saying that the 408 at the back is the room number! The target does this to pass on his address, but who the recipient is, we can only wait for the field staff who are watching the Starlight Cinema to come back to know."

Spring Hotel.

Room 411.

Yang Denghuan hummed a tune, took out a large handful of peanuts and walnuts from the package, and spread them on the table.

"Not to mention, our team leader Cao really has a living. Look at what's in the package. It's all mountain products, peanuts, walnuts, sweet potatoes and peppers. If you haven't grown the land before, how can you tell them so clearly?"

Yang Denghuan was mumbling while peeling peanuts and stuffing them into his mouth, making a deliberate noise. The food was very sweet.

"Just eat, what are you talking about?" Ah Qi muttered by the door.

"Otherwise, how many of you will come too?" Yang Denghuan pointed at the peanuts on the table and said, before Ah Qi could answer, Yang Denghuan continued, "No, you still have to stare at the mirror."

After saying that, Yang Denghuan ate the peanuts again. While eating, he deliberately said: "Ha! It smells so good! No wonder the oil is squeezed from peanuts, it tastes so good! It tastes so good when eaten raw!"

Ah Qi looked at Yang Denghuan's tired look and suddenly asked: "What are those numbers?"

"6375408." Yang Denghuan said without hesitation.

Ah Qi didn't expect Yang Denghuan to tell him so straightforwardly, thinking that this kid would have to show off, right? Who knew he would tell himself so readily. This made Ah Qi unable to react and was stunned for a moment.

"This reaction is not good. If you are going to lurk or be an undercover agent, you can't let others find out based on this reaction!" Yang Denghuan proudly peeled the peanuts, threw them high, and then opened his mouth to catch them. .

"Choke you to death, you brat." Ah Qi said bitterly.

Yang Denghuan successfully caught the peanuts and said proudly while eating: "As long as you practice more, you can complete even the most difficult moves."

After saying that, Yang Denghuan glanced at Ah Qi and said with a smile: "You are just short-term practice! I usually hear too many flattery words, and I always feel that I am so great. In fact, there is really nothing great about me."

After Yang Denghuan finished speaking, he turned around, ignored Ah Qi, and concentrated on eating peanuts.

"6375408... What does this string of numbers mean?" Ah Qi ignored Yang Denghuan and said to himself while holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Yang Denghuan was minding his own eating of peanuts. Ah Qi glanced at him secretly and couldn't help but asked, "Let me ask you, what do these numbers mean?"

"Guess." Yang Denghuan spoke with a very unbeatable expression.

"Actually, you don't know either." Ah Qi suddenly said proudly.

"Of course I know." Yang Denghuan said calmly without being awakened by Ah Qi at all.

Ah Qi glared at Yang Denghuan fiercely, threw the paper aside, looked at the mirror, and said no more.

"This set of numbers..." Yang Denghuan said slowly. Ah Qi immediately pricked up her ears and tried her best not to look back at Yang Denghuan, her body straightened up.

"It's the phone number of this hotel, and the goal is to tell the other party that I live in room 408 of this hotel." Yang Denghuan said.

"What if the other party can't guess it?" Ah Qi asked curiously.

"There are not many people who are so stupid. So far, I have only seen one." Yang Denghuan said seriously.

"Who is it?" Ah Qi was very curious and finally turned around and asked.

"Of course it's you!" At this point, Yang Denghuan couldn't hold back his laughter anymore and fell on the bed laughing.

"Yang Denghuan!" Ah Qi shouted in a low voice.

"Ah Qi!" Yang Denghuan also called out in a low voice without any politeness.

"I'm not good at reasoning. Do you know what I'm best at?" Ah Qi said, almost biting her lip.

"What are you good at? Being reasoned about?" Yang Denghuan chuckled again.

"Fight! Fight without distinction or restrictions!" Ah Qi said coldly.

Yang Denghuan immediately stopped smiling and his eyes widened. Ah Qi said slightly proudly: "Do you know Zhou Yanwu over there?"

"I know... I know." Yang Denghuan's voice was trembling.

"For fighting lessons, Zhou Yanwu ranks eleventh, and I rank first! I can beat three of them like Zhou Yanwu!"

After Ah Qi finished speaking, he opened the five fingers of his right hand, turned around in a circle, and then retracted them one by one. Although the movement was not fast, it made a clicking sound.

"How many times can I beat you?"

"Seventh sister, I was wrong." Yang Denghuan apologized sincerely and quickly climbed out of bed.

"Call Auntie." Ah Qi said.

"Hello, Auntie." Yang Denghuan not only called Auntie, but also bowed.

Ah Qi pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes moving, like a beautiful young girl, but her scorched face of a middle-aged woman gave Yang Denghuan a chill and he quickly turned away.

It seems that this is a team that specializes in action. Yang Denghuan made a judgment in his mind.

Late at night.

Outside the window, it seemed to be much darker than before, and the cold wind rustled the leaves, making people feel chilly.

There was no one on the street for a long time, and a few street lamps gave off a dim and dim light.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestral music in the Pingtan Teahouse also gradually became quieter. Perhaps the listeners and singers were tired.

There were no customers at the wonton stall, except for the stall owner, who was sitting there with his sleeves rolled up and dozing off.

The rickshaw driver had long since disappeared. He might have gotten some work, or he might have hid in a sheltered doorway of some house and squinted for a while.

The lights of Chunguang Hotel have been turned off long ago. Only a small light bulb at the entrance still glows dimly, swaying in the wind and occasionally making a squeaking sound.

The boy at the counter folded his hands and rested his head on his arms, dozing off little by little.

Most of the lights in the hotel were turned off, with only a few light bulbs on the stairs to prevent guests in need from falling when going up and down the stairs.

At the end of the long street, suddenly a group of men wearing white Taoist uniforms with ferocious looks strode over.

Dressed in white in the dark night, he looks extremely eye-catching. Even though these people were not making any noise, just by looking at the long knives on their waists, their ferocious expressions, their unscrupulous eyes, and their steps of not recognizing their relatives, one could tell that these people were not easy people.

They didn't seem to hide their actions at all. Even when they were walking at night with knives, they didn't hide anything at all, as if they were used to it.

At the corner of the street, two night patrol officers turned around and came face to face with them. The villains immediately stopped. The leader, a short but very arrogant little man, held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand and glared without showing any signs of weakness. On patrol.

Most of the other men in white had evil eyes, and they looked at the patrolman with provocative eyes.

The two patrolmen were stunned immediately. One patrolman reached for the baton at his waist, but then let go.

Facing the unscrupulous eyes of the man in white, the two patrolmen finally avoided their gazes, turned around and left, muttering: "The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful with the candle..."

As they turned the corner, the two police officers ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Spring Hotel, speed up!" the little man said fiercely in Japanese.

A dozen people in white agreed and hurried towards the Spring Hotel.

Pingtan teahouse.

The pair of eyes stuck to the crack of the door slowly closed, and the head slowly approached the door, as if it was about to hit the door.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened and his head stopped.

One of the attendants shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up from his sleep.

It's true, it's already midnight, and who doesn't fall asleep? Apart from the conductor, there's no one else who can stay up late!

The attendant woke up and looked outside casually. It was already midnight and nothing had happened. Maybe nothing would happen tonight.

The attendant's eyes suddenly opened as he looked out the door, showing an expression of surprise, and shouted in a low voice: "Boss! Boss! There's something going on!"

Sitting opposite Cao Youguang, the leader of the entourage, who was resting his head on the table instead of taking a nap, was suddenly awakened by the entourage and said dissatisfiedly: "Heiba, what's going on? I told you a long time ago, don't be surprised. Why can’t I change my mind at first glance?”

"Japanese! It's Japanese!" Although Heiba ​​kept his voice low, he still couldn't hide the excitement in his tone.

"Japanese!" Cao Youguang didn't wait for his boss to speak. He already stood up and walked to the door and looked out.

"You're so arrogant!" The boss approached Cao Youguang, took a look outside, and said unconvinced.

"It's been like this for a long time!" Cao Youguang said coldly: "Have you ever seen them spit on our garrison? Have you seen them strike matches on the bayonets of our garrison?"

"But this is a concession!" the boss said angrily.

"What happened to the concession? The Japanese always thought that the concession was their home." Cao Youguang said again.

"This is a British and American public concession, not a home for the Japanese." The boss said again,
  "The Japanese have always believed that Hongkou is their Japanese concession." Cao Youguang said bitterly.

"Bah! What a beautiful idea! This time I have to teach these little Japanese guys a lesson!" the boss said, spitting on the ground.

"They're in! What should we do?" The boss saw this group of Japanese arrogantly kicking open the half-opened hotel door, and turned around and asked Cao Youguang.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The waiter suddenly woke up when he heard the door being kicked. He rubbed his eyes and turned away from the counter and said.

"Baga!" The long knife with sheath in the little man's hand hit the man on the shoulder. The man screamed in pain and stepped back.

"Fourth floor!" The little man waved the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

Many residents on the first floor were awakened by the movement outside, opened the door one after another, and poked their heads around.

The little man pointed his long knife, looked sternly, and said loudly: "It's none of your business! Go back, it's time to do things, and it's time to sleep!"

Seeing the fierce look on the little man's face and the gleaming long knife in his hand, the residents did not dare to argue with him, so they closed the door one after another and hid behind the door to eavesdrop.

A group of Japanese people went upstairs one after another, making the stairs creak.

"What's going on?" Yang Denghuan suddenly sat up from the bed and asked in surprise.

Ah Qi was about to speak when she saw in the mirror a dozen people in white rushing up the stairs and heading straight to room 408.

"They seem to be heading for the target." Ah Qi said.

Yang Denghuan walked to the mirror and happened to see the little man in the mirror kicking the door of Room 408.

Yang Denghuan suddenly grabbed Ah Qi's shoulders.

so soft...

Ah Qi was startled, her eyes widened, and she looked at Yang Denghuan.

"Ah Qi... No, Auntie! It all depends on you! I'm not really good at fighting, let's see now!"

After Yang Denghuan finished speaking, he opened the door, pushed Ah Qi out, and said loudly: "Protect the target!" Then he closed the door with a bang.

Ah Qi was stunned, and the door of the house was opened again. Yang Denghuan handed Ah Qi a title and said: "Here are the weapons!" After saying that, there was another bang and the door was closed.

"Where are you!" Ah Qi shouted outside the door.

"Zhou Yanwu never asked me to help him when he was fighting. Don't worry, I will take care of myself!" Yang Denghuan shouted through the door.

One is better than Zhou Yanwu and three? This needs to be experienced. Yang Denghuan finally sat down next to the mirror, feeling that something was missing. It would be perfect if there were some melon seeds and peanuts.

The Japanese also saw a middle-aged aunt suddenly come out of room 411, but they didn't pay attention. The little man just glanced at her and then kicked the door.

The door is quite strong, and I have to say that the quality of furniture from the Republic of China period is still very good.

Ah Qi didn't say a word and rushed over quickly. Yang Denghuan looked at Ah Qi's figure in the mirror and his eyes widened involuntarily.

so rude...

The Japanese also noticed that something was wrong with the momentum. A fat man who was not short but had put on a lot of weight was chatting in his mouth, and people came to meet him.

Ah Qi didn't talk nonsense and kept walking. When Ah Qi passed by, the fat man locked his throat with his hands and clasped Ah Qi's neck.

Ah Qi kept walking, and without hesitation, he turned his right fist in a circle and hit the fat man's crotch.

The fat man suddenly received such a heavy blow, he jumped up, jumped on his feet, and let out a heartbreaking scream. Through the wall, Yang Denghuan felt a pain in his balls and involuntarily tightened his legs.

Now, Yang Denghuan believes that Ah Qi and Zhou Yanwu definitely come from the same school!
  Because their shooting movements and hitting locations are so damn consistent!
  Ah Qi is really a kung fu master! (End of chapter)