It can be said that if my father is a descendant of Zhu Youlang, then he is a bold and uncrowned king worthy of his name.
Even the Kokang military government remains in awe of him.
Dad not only has his own army, but he can also call on the special zone's army at critical moments.
After listening to Zhao Lei's introduction, Ye Qing lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
Muse, where the three cunning tiger brothers and sisters live, is located to the east of Kokang, only a few dozen kilometers away from the old market.
Cunning Tiger has a well-equipped reinforced battalion in his hands, but even so, they have not avenged their parents...
It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s that I can’t do it.
Just like in China, we know clearly that the culprit is Dad, but we can't catch this man.
Lao Cai Shi's father is like a devil. We know clearly that he is wandering in the old streets, but we can only hear his legends.
Perhaps, Zhao Lei's speculation is true. He is hiding in a caravan to control the old market and is a two-faced man.
In front of Ye Qing's eyes, Erguotou's sinister eyes appeared again...
"Suppose it was Dad who attacked and killed the caravan transporting the rough stone, and the purpose was the treasure map in Chen Juncai's hands." Ye Qing considered the words: "But, even if Chen Juncai got Zhu Youlang's treasure map, he I will only tell the most trustworthy people. And my master is one of them."
Zhao Lei nodded: "Looking for clues from the people your master and Chen Juncai trusted back then, it is most likely to determine dad's identity. I even suspect that your master made friends with the three Cunning Tiger brothers because they shared the same hatred."
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the master plays this trick very smoothly.
"Er Guotou of the caravan is not suspicious at all."
"He is a native of Tengchong. He became a disciple of a Taoist when he was young and learned Bajiquan. Later he joined the caravan and became a disciple." Zhao Lei said slowly: "It took him a few years to become the leader of the caravan. However, he He succeeded Erguotou after his second son Guotou died of illness ten years ago."
"In other words, he was not involved in what happened back then."
Zhao Lei nodded affirmatively: "Based on his age, even if he joined the caravan back then, he was just an ordinary disciple, not even a leader."
Ye Qing took a puff of cigarette: "Now let's summarize dad's identity. His surname is Zhu. He is from the Nanming royal family. He may be Ma Qianli's brother-in-law, an acquaintance of Chen Juncai and my master, or even a good friend."
"He was once a drug lord named Kokang and the actual controller of dozens of casinos in Lao Cai. He not only had a killer organization but also three unknown armies in his hands."
"Dad has three sons and one daughter. The third son's name is unknown and controls the army. The other daughter is Miao Miao Dan, who controls the finances and the killer organization."
"The suspected culprit was the one who attacked and killed the caravan transporting jadeite rough."
"The suspected mastermind of the fake gold loan fraud case!"
"The enemies of the three Cunning Tiger brothers and sisters!" Ye Qing added: "But maybe dad doesn't know that among his enemies, there are the three Cunning Tiger brothers and sisters."
"How do you say this!"
"Bai Hu once said that when his father owed gambling debts, he sent people to arrest her for trafficking in counterfeit money. The three brothers and sisters resisted, and then they killed the thugs who forced them and fled to Muse."
Ye Qing considered it carefully: "But I think that a man like Dad, with his hands full of blood, will not take such a trivial matter to heart at all. In other words, these were all done by his men, and Dad may not know about it. "
Zhao Lei nodded. This kind of turning good people into thieves is not uncommon in a chaotic place like Lao Cai: "The three Ciaohu brothers and sisters have done a good job of keeping secrets. Otherwise, even if Ciaohu has an army in his hands, Dad It’s easy to kill them.”
Ye Qing gritted his teeth. Now he understood that Bai Hu had unreserved trust in him. Even if he gave him his most precious possession, he refused to go back to Kyoto with him. In fact, he just didn't want him to be involved in this. A battle of revenge with no hope of victory.
Beyond the border, small mountain villages ten miles away,
In the stilted building, Miao Miaodan sat on a chair covered with tiger skin, drinking red wine one after another.
Suddenly, the cat hurried in and whispered: "Miss, the old dog is back, do you want to see him now?"
Miaomiao Dan's charming eyes flashed with cold light: "Nonsense, I'm still up so late because I'm waiting for him!"
"I got it, Miss!" The tabby cat was so frightened that her heart trembled, and she quickly lowered her head and retreated. After a while, there was a sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs. Although it was quick, the sound was very quiet.
Lao Gou stood at the door, tidying up his dirty suit and trying to look as clean as possible.
"Stop dawdling, it will still be dirty no matter how much you clean it up!" Miaomiaodan's beautiful voice sounded, like balls on a jade plate, crisp and sweet.
"When meeting the eldest lady, you must have the proper etiquette." The old dog stepped in and his eyes naturally fell on Miao Miaodan.
Her hair is casually draped over her shoulders, and her smooth face is natural, with deep eyes and a small nose, perfectly embellished on her cherry lips. Tall and tall, with undulating curves, convex in the places that should be convex, and curved in the places that should be curved.
Especially her pair of charming eyes, as if one look, one movement, one smile can dazzle people, and she can be called a peerless beauty.
Miaomiaodan chuckled: "Old dog, if you look at me like this every time we meet, you are not afraid that I will dig out your eyes."
The old dog's beastly eyes fell on her towering breasts, and he chuckled: "The eldest lady is reluctant to destroy an obedient and capable dog."
"How things went!"
The old dog withdrew his gaze and said sternly: "This young man named Ye Qing is a stone gambling genius that is rare to see in a hundred years. He can tell at a glance that the Mowanji emperor material is skin green."
"So, he didn't gamble!"
"I bet, but he bet on the yellow sandpipe from Damakan." The old dog let out a long breath: "And he bet on the rare red jadeite from Damakan."
"How much is it worth?" Miao Miaodan asked anxiously, not knowing how precious this rare red jade was.
"He seemed to have guessed our origins and refused to negotiate the price in front of us!" Lao Gou said calmly: "When Hong Fei comes out, he will drive us away."
"I'm afraid you will rob me!" Miao Miaodan said in surprise.
"Yeah!" The old dog nodded: "He was very cautious and sent someone to follow us. We got on the boat and the person following us went back. Moreover, the person following us is definitely a master. He can make us aware that someone is following us. , but could not find his exact location."
Miao Miaodan's beautiful eyebrows knitted together. She had no doubt about Lao Gou's judgment: "Who is he that can let such a master act as a bodyguard?"
