Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 37
Johnny was sitting on the balcony with a cigar in his mouth, and he also handed one to Raven.

"Raven, I know you've never been used to smoking cigars. You don't like this tropical crop from South America. You only like to smoke those thin cigarettes, which have a bland taste and won't hurt anyone."

Johnny raised the cigar in his hand again, signaling the latter to accept it.

"Johnny, you've always been like this. If you like to smoke cigars, you want others to smoke with you. Which woman you like also..."

As if remembering something disgusting, Raven shook his head, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, so as not to turn off the appetite."

He put the cigar away in his breast pocket and lit another cigarette for himself.

"Leaven, do you feel that Yau Ma Tei is much quieter tonight?"

"Maybe it's because of the rain?"

Raven adjusted his glasses. He couldn't see anyone in his sights on the left and right. "The rain is too heavy. Not only humans, but also wolves hate rainy days."

"No, I mean, it has never been so quiet here. Even when I sleep, I can always dream about the noise in Yau Ma Tei. Even Dunling and New York are not as noisy as here. It seems that there are tens of thousands of people at any time. There’s yelling, thousands of mouths crying, tens of thousands of assholes laughing.”

Johnny said as he stood up from the chair and stared at Raven coldly, "That guy Yuri betrayed us, right?"

"Well, the people I sent out saw him making a blood pact with a human being, who seemed to be one of the two Taoist priests."

"Blood covenant?" Johnny laughed, "A werewolf makes a covenant with humans, or a Tang man. I can't tell which one is more naive."

Raven didn't find it funny. He just said lightly: "What is certain at present is that Yuri probably told the Taoist priest all our information in exchange for something."

"Change what?"

"I don't know." Raven shook his head, "Johnny, this matter is my responsibility. As a strategist, I shouldn't watch dangerous seeds sprout inside."

Johnny stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing, "No, I knew from the beginning that that kid was different from others. He had characteristics that were different from anyone else in the gang, so I kept him and wanted to use him to measure my body." measure."

"I thought that guy was a young lion who would challenge me, inspire me and push me forward."

Johnny took a hard bite of his cigar, "I didn't expect that this kid is more cunning than a fox and more shameless than a hyena."

"I will personally take action and kill him." Raven's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"I believe in you, Raven. From Europa to Hong Kong Island, whose loyalty can I trust other than you?"

Johnny patted him on the shoulder, turned around and said, "Now, let's clean up the bed bugs on the street, and then drink some whiskey and relax."

As soon as he finished speaking, many black umbrellas appeared on the originally empty street. Under each umbrella, there was a person with a face so cold that it could drip water.

"When did the local gangs become so stylish?"

Raven sneered and rolled down from the railing beside the balcony. The moment he landed, he turned into a green werewolf.

"Be careful, this guy is a level two werewolf!"

Kuanbao shouted, then dropped his umbrella, raised the modified joint-barreled gun at hand, and pointed it at the werewolf.

At the same time, in the small apartment building, countless wolf slaves and werewolves were mixed together, running toward everyone. "Fire! Turn these Han family properties into a hornet's nest!"

Countless lines of fire, countless roars, and the flames ejected from the guns merged into one piece. The high temperature evaporated the rainwater, and together with the smoke produced by the explosion of gunpowder, the entire street was submerged.

In this thick milky smoke, red flowers bloom from time to time. It is the tragic scene of werewolves and wolf slaves being beaten to pieces. Now there is no need to ask for beatings. Anyway, it is difficult for anyone to get from the ground. Among the pile of debris, identify what part it is.

The fire dragon tore a bloody path through the werewolf pile, and the strong smell of blood almost covered up the smell of burning gunpowder.

"Come in! Kill these gangsters!"

As Da Sang roared angrily, everyone who had run out of bullets dropped their guns on the ground without hesitation, pulled out the machetes tied behind them, and headed towards the door of the apartment that had been torn apart by bullets.

The Guanyin Knife rushed at the front, his cloak opened, and the six sharp knives spun rapidly with him, like a tornado, chopping the heads of several wolf slaves in just the blink of an eye.

Bodhifire followed closely behind, he puffed up his belly, and with a sound like a toad's chirping, a ball of flames spurted out from his mouth, immediately burning a werewolf who had no time to dodge to ashes.

Led by the leading swordsman group, He Lisheng had a rare upper hand, and the werewolf's body lay on the ground.

"Did these bad guys take the wrong medicine today? Are they not afraid of werewolves?" Uncle Ming asked with a frown.

As before, he and Yin Xiu were holding the line at the back, just waiting to deal with the hidden masters of the Wild Wolf Gang.

As for these little minions, if they still can't handle it with the help of swordsmen, they should go to Bolan Street to work as grooms, and don't think about being a red stick.

Yin Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "When you have to fight hard, these people are more ferocious than ghosts."

"More dangerous than a ghost? Which ghost? The one you let go?"

Although he knew it was an exchange of interests, Uncle Ming was still very concerned about Yin Xiu letting go of the wandering soul that he had finally conquered.

Especially at this moment, Yuri was still standing on the rooftop not far away, observing the battle situation from time to time.

Beside him, Anna was floating quietly, like a phantom.

This made Uncle Ming even more angry, "If those two guys don't leave, they won't be as lucky as last time."

Knowing that Uncle Ming was angry, Yin Xiu didn't dare to say anything. She just said with a smile: "Uncle Ming, maybe that guy wants to help?"

"Help?" Uncle Ming glared at him, "Have you ever seen any helper standing so far away? It seems to me that he is looking for a body for the ghost, hoping to use the body to resurrect him."

"Is this possible?" Yin Xiu couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Of course it's not that easy. If you can just find a body and resurrect it, wouldn't the underworld be so busy? I'm just saying it's possible."

Uncle Ming himself knew that there was no basis for this, but tonight when he knelt before the altar and bowed to the portrait of his ancestor, the hexagram he got when he performed the hexagram made him feel uneasy and vaguely unsettled.

The appearance of Yuri aggravated his premonition, making Uncle Ming, who was very good at nourishing qi, a little irritable.

No hexagram, the tiger will fall into the trap!
(End of this chapter)