As soon as Brother Jiu died, Tang Ye was driving a cart forward with no one to stop him. He would pass through this block soon.

Opposite the street is Guangyang Wharf.

The dock tonight was extremely deserted. Without cargoes, there were no coolies working here. The rickshaws waiting for the travelers who were arranged in a row in the past were even missing. Only a few headlights were shining, emitting dim light.

Tang Ye was originally worried that there would be ambush on the dock, but now he didn't see that. After walking over, he looked back and saw that there were at least twenty or thirty people chasing him.

But they suddenly stopped in unison, as if using this street as the boundary, with Guangyang Wharf on one side; and dark blocks on the other side, clearly divided and insurmountable.

Tang Ye felt relieved: Perhaps this is some result of the game played by the big figures behind the scenes.

When I entered the dock, the time was slightly ahead, less than ten o'clock, but a boat had already stopped on the shore.

It is not a big ship, but a black-sailed boat. The lights are on, and the lights are flashing, which is a signal.

Mr. Li got out of the car and looked at Tang Ye who was covered in blood. For a moment, he couldn't speak.

Tang Ye grinned: "Sir, this is all blood splashed by others."

Untie the cloth strip on his hand and handed over the samurai sword: "There is the man, and the knife is there too."

Mr. Li's eyes narrowed. When he saw this well-cast samurai sword, the blade had been damaged in many places and was even folded and rolled up.

This good knife has been destroyed.

"Thank you! Ono, I will remember you; I hope you can remember me too."

Holding a knife in one hand and a suitcase in the other, strode towards the black-sailed boat.

He watched him get on the boat, waited for two or three minutes, and the boat drove away. Mr. Li turned out of the cabin and stood at the stern of the boat and shook his hand at Tang Ye.

That means goodbye.

"Take care of yourself."

Tang Ye said intimately, pulled up the rickshaw to the edge of the water, kicked the car into the river, and the waves were undulating and sank to the bottom in a flash.

After doing this, I was thinking about leaving the dock.

Three black cars were driving in and parked there.

Soon, someone got out of the car and walked towards Tang Ye.

Tang Ye clenched his fists with both hands and took action at any time.

The man wore a Western hat and a long robe. He was not young at a young age. He stopped three feet away and said, "My master wants to invite you over and take a car to go together."

Tang Ye thought for a while: "No, I'll leave alone."

The man nodded without any hesitation, turned around and returned to the car.

Soon, three cars started and drove away from the dock.

Tang Ye tightened his face and walked out. Outside, the people were gone, like shabby mice, and they didn't know where to hide.

Walking on the snow, it makes a creaking sound.

Tang Ye did not return to the Tiger Roar Hall, but went around another direction to a pre-arranged old house, changed his clothes, then put on an umbrella, entered the block, and found a hotel to stay in.

I washed my face with hot water, sat upright on the bed, and calculated silently that there were already 85 points of blood in total.

If it weren't for the Qimen magic that used in the street battle just now: "Blood Qi Fanggang" to restore the energy and spirit, then it would be 95's bloody nature, and it would be about to break through the 100 mark.

If you have 100 points of blood, you may open up new Qimen magic permissions.

This killing tonight has at least 70 bloody sex.

During the fight, of course, I didn’t care about it and couldn’t tell how many they killed and how many they were injured.

Anyway, there are more than twenty people lying on the snow in the neighborhood.

Fortunately, the dark power has been achieved. Otherwise, it would be not enough to use the Qimen magic once, and it may have to be used for the second or even the third time.

When the blood is consumed, it feels distressing.

The harvest of blood is originally used, but I just think that there may be more and more important things to use in the future. If you have blood, you are the confidence.

I also thought of the three cars driving on the dock, where there must be some big shots sitting inside. He may have no malice towards Tang Ye, but Tang Ye was unwilling to get caught in the vortex casually, so he subconsciously refused.

Tang Ye must consider the decayed master and uncle, and the little mute.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, the snow stopped.

The snow on the streets was quite deep, hindering traffic. All households mobilized to go out to sweep the snow.

Tang Ye retreated from the room and came out wearing a scarf. He looked like a handsome student.

When I got outside, I found a breakfast stall and ordered a bowl of pig miscellaneous noodles.

The big bowl was filled with soup, with green chopped green onion and red chili oil added, which steamed hot and fragrant.

Tang Ye was hungry in his belly, and added two more braised eggs, and then ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

After breakfast, I took a rickshaw and returned to the Tiger Roar Hall.

It cleared up after the snow and warmed up. The streets became lively, with traffic flowing, and it was very bustling.

Tang Ye did not pass the block last night, and he didn't know what the casualties would end. I guess someone came to clean up. Reading today's newspapers, except for the official news reports of the Japanese Concession, everything else was boring.

The area of ​​the Japanese Concession, next to the British Concession, is nearly twice the size. It is said that Japan is now in great momentum, and both the British heroes and Lu have to give face. The concession opened, the ceremony was grand, and celebrities from all walks of life, gentlemen, businessmen and other tycoons were present, and a happy scene was held.

Concession?

Looking at those two words, I felt an indescribable irony.

I reached out and kneaded the newspaper into a ball, and when I let go, it was broken.

Tang Ye got off the bus at the intersection of Xingyang Road and walked back to the Tiger Roar Hall.

"Brother, are you back?"

The little mute stood by the door, saw it from afar, and immediately came up.

Judging from her appearance, she must have been waiting at the door every day these days, looking at her.

Tang Ye reached out and touched her black hair: "The weather is cold, why are you waiting outside?"

The little mute's mouth raised slightly, and her smile couldn't help but ripple. Tang Ye's happy thing was when he came back safely and painlessly.

Soon, Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou ran out after hearing the news, with joyful smiles on their faces.

During the period when Tang Ye went out to do things, the two of them were worried. The world is now in a mess, and bloodshed occurs almost every day. Although Tang Ye has achieved great secret power and has become one of the real masters, no one can tell what unexpected things are. As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, and they are besieged by a large group of people wielding sharp blades. If you are not careful, you will be injured.

There are even those who shot black guns, hiding in the dark, suddenly shot and directly shot the head.

The entrusted matters that Jingwu Association takes on are already very dangerous.

"Master, Master, everything is done."

Tang Ye said.

"Okay, that's good, just come back safely..."

Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou smiled even more, and as for the others, they didn't ask any more questions.

Tang Ye first went back to the room, put down his things, and rested.
Chapter completed!