"The police are here, Hu Laosan, let's go quickly!"
Seeing the police car, Kumoyo's heart suddenly tightened, his brows furrowed, and his tone became a little anxious. Hu San turned his head and glanced at the menacing police car, curling his lips contemptuously.
"Okay, okay, let's go~"
Although he was perfunctory, Hu San continued to touch Huazhu's pocket with his hands, not even letting go of the gold necklace tied around his neck. Then he still had more to say and started slowly. body.
The siren was deafening, the police lights were dazzling, and several police cars were about to approach.
"What are you still fussing about? Let's go!"
Kumoyo was really anxious, stepped forward, grabbed Hu San's wrist, and without any explanation, dragged him into the crowd of onlookers.
"Hula~"
The melon-eating crowd split into a spacious passage in an instant like waves.
Act bravely? Just kidding, this is a guy who kills people in the street and then picks off dozens of tough guys. Who dares to stop him? Are your brains showing off?
Half a minute later, when Uncle Jiu jumped out of the police car with a livid face, his eyes were filled with a wailing mess. As for the Hu family siblings who were the instigators, they had already turned into an alley and disappeared without a trace.
Uncle Jiu did not immediately launch a pursuit, but patiently checked everyone's injuries quickly.
Looking at the tragic scene in front of us, we can tell at a glance that it is definitely not the action of ordinary people. Knowing yourself and the enemy will never be in danger. This is the most basic common sense.
For a moment, Uncle Jiu squatted in front of Huazhu's already cold body, pinched his sunken temples, and said solemnly to himself:
"What a domineering hand that separates tendons and bones, such a fierce iron sand palm, even the evil god doesn't give face. Where did this fierce dragon cross the river come from?"
"Uncle Ninth, we have found out the entire process of committing the crime."
A young and capable plainclothes police officer ran over quickly. Uncle Jiu clapped his hands and straightened up:
"Tell me."
"yes!"
The young plainclothes man came back loudly and replied with a shy voice:
"The murderers are a man and a woman. They have Northern accents. The woman is very beautiful and the man is very powerful. He beat these people by himself, and he also beat the spotted pig to death."
The young plainclothes man was eager to show off and pointed to an alley not far away: "They ran that way two minutes ago."
Uncle Jiu nodded noncommittally and ordered in a deep voice:
"Azhan, you immediately lead the brothers to surround them from both sides of the alley. Let's meet at Standard Chartered Street. Remember, if you encounter them, don't open fire easily."
Upon hearing this, the young plainclothes man named A Zhan suddenly looked embarrassed and stumbled back:
"Nine, Uncle Nine, that Yankee is quite sharp. If he doesn't open fire, brothers, I'm afraid, I'm afraid~"
Seeing A Zhan's timid appearance, Uncle Jiu became furious and interrupted him impatiently with his hand:
"Okay, don't be nagging. If we really meet, you can just follow us from a distance. Go quickly!"
"Uh, yes!"
Seeing Uncle Jiu's face turned dark, A Zhan was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to say anything more. He turned around and led the team away. Uncle Jiu looked at the alley with a gloomy face and muttered to himself:
"If you can meet a master like this, you will be in trouble!"
A moment later, at the door of a tea restaurant that was still open on Austin Road a few streets away, Hu San suddenly stopped and broke free of Kumoyo's hand.
He muttered loudly like a brat having a bad temper:
"Okay, Lao Wu, those useless policemen can't catch up. We're still running around. Come on, now that you have money, let's eat quickly. I'm almost starving to death."
Kumoyo gave him a fierce look and scolded angrily:
"Eat, eat, you know how to eat, Hu Laosan, I find that you are becoming more and more useless now."
"Ha~"
Hu San sneered disapprovingly, curled his lips and said sarcastically:
"Okay, okay, Hu Laowu, no, Miss Hu, you are the most promising, then I will eat by myself, and you can continue to drink the northwest wind and pretend to be noble."
"You~"
Hu Taodai Liu's eyebrows stood up, and just when he was about to retort, his face suddenly sank, his eyes revealed, and he turned to look at the dark alley not far away.
"Da da~"
The sound of rapid footsteps sounded. Uncle Jiu pinched a piece of incense tied with a red rope in his hand and quickly took it out.
Hu San sniffed, raised his brows, and said in a joking tone:
"Hey, it's soul-inducing incense. I haven't seen it for a long time. It's the Maoshan sect's fushu technique. It tastes quite authentic. This layman is a bit interesting."
Uncle Jiu was not wearing a police uniform, but a half-worn beige gray single suit, so Hu San called him a layman.
Seeing Uncle Jiu, Kurumiyo's eyes flickered, thoughtfully.
During the time when she was living in Tokyo, Du Weiguo accidentally mentioned during a chat that he had a friend of the Maoshan Sect in Hong Kong Island, but it was so long ago that she only mentioned it casually at the time, and she couldn't remember clearly.
Seeing the Hu brothers and sisters, Uncle Jiu quickly put away the incense sticks. Long Xiang walked up to them and asked with a cold face:
"Who are you? Why are you causing trouble in Hong Kong Island and killing people in the streets!"
Uncle Jiu spoke in a slightly stiff Mandarin, and Kumoyo was still deep in thought without saying a word. Hu San came up to him and made a hand-over-hand gesture, his tone slightly teasing, but still polite.
"Little Taoist priest, our brother and sister's surname is Hu, from the Hu family in Lushan, Huaxia."
"Um?"
Seeing Hu Sanzong's authentic Taoist ceremony with his hands raised, and the faint Taoist mystical aura emanating from his body, Jiu Shu was stunned and asked with a surprised expression:
"The Hu family in Lushan? A disciple of your northern sect?"
Lu Mountain is unknown among the countless mountains in China, but in the spirit circle it is like a holy land.
As for the Hu family in Lushan, they were the leaders of almost all the wild immortals in the north. Their reputation was so great that Uncle Jiu had naturally heard of them.
Hu San smiled, shook his head and teased:
"Haha, little Taoist priest, your eyesight is not very good. You can see clearly, we are not Ma Di."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned and quickly glanced at the pupils and fingernails of the Hu brothers and sisters. The look of confusion on his face became even stronger:
"Not a disciple? Then you are~~"
Seeing his little move, Hu San smiled even more proudly, and said in an indescribable tone:
"Little Taoist priest, I am the true deity of Chumaxian. My name is Hu Xiatiexian. You can call me Mr. Hu San, you~~"
"What? I am the Immortal of Dema!"
Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly widened and he was dumbfounded.
To put it bluntly, Chuma Xian's true form means the true form of a monster. Looking at the Hu brothers and sisters in front of him, all the characteristics, even the aura, are the same as those of humans. Uncle Jiu is very sure that they are 100% human.
But Hu San's words completely destroyed his outlook and made the hairs on his back stand on end.
The so-called cultivation of human form by the mountain spirits is nothing more than speaking human words. If it goes further, it will just transform into human form.
But those are all illusions of wild immortals, and they are still beasts. I have never heard that monsters can cultivate a real human body.
Suddenly, Uncle Jiu thought of a possibility, his face suddenly darkened, and his tone was stern:
"You took away human bodies?"
Hu Sanda admitted:
"That's right, even if you are a little old man from Maoshan, you still have some knowledge, but you don't need to have a bad face. Third Master, I took over the body of a young man who had just died of illness, and I did not take over the magpie's nest."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's face brightened slightly, but then he straightened his face again:
"Even so, you can't commit murder on the streets of Hong Kong Island for no reason and take people's lives! Didn't you follow the laws of the world when you were in Lushan?"
Hu San smacked his lips:
"You are so unreasonable, little old man. Why do you slap the blame on me without asking any questions? How do you know that I did it for no reason?"
Hu San had the tone of an elder lecturing a younger one. Uncle Jiu’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot:
"Then tell me, why did you do it? To cause death!"
Hu San spoke eloquently and confidently:
"That fat guy who looks like a toad, teases my sister by spitting feces, and dares to touch her, shouldn't he die?
In the north, stinky hooligans like him would be beaten to death without trial even if caught, or they would be dragged to the outskirts of the country and hurled into a sieve. "
Uncle Jiu frowned when he heard this, and his expression changed again and again.
Recently, there have been many people who have fled from the north to live on Hong Kong Island, and Uncle Jiu has heard a little bit about the situation there.
What Hu San said was a bit exaggerated, but it was not unfounded. The situation in the north was special right now. Playing a hooligan was indeed a serious crime there. It could range from squatting for more than ten years to eating peanuts.
However, Uncle Jiu soon came to his senses, raised his long eyebrows, and shouted in a stiff tone:
"This is Hong Kong Island, not the north, let alone Lushan. The laws are different. Besides, even if he is found guilty, you cannot use lynching. Follow me back to the police station immediately."
Hu San smiled half-heartedly: "Police station? Little Taoist priest, you want to arrest me?"
Uncle Jiu spoke righteously and with a sonorous tone: "Yes, the emperor has committed the same crime as the common people when he breaks the law. I just want to arrest you and punish you!"
Upon hearing this, Hu San's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Hu San thought he was quite happy to meet someone from Xuanmen who could speak Mandarin. Unexpectedly, this little old Taoist suddenly turned against him and wanted to arrest him!
Damn it! The dignified Mr. Hu San just killed a stinky gangster and was actually caught and thrown into the fence. Is this okay? If this spreads back to his hometown in Northeast China, will he still want to hang out?
Hu San's eyes flashed red, revealing a dangerous light, and an astonishing substantial evil aura rose up from his body, and his tone was cold:
"Mingzheng's punishment? Just you?"
Feeling Hu San's evil aura surging like the sea, Uncle Jiu instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't help but secretly wonder how many people this guy had killed.
Hu San is an anomaly in Lushan, a deviant existence. His talent is outstanding, and his cultivation can obviously be improved to a higher level, and he is even expected to surpass his ancestor, Mr. Hu San.
But he insisted on going his own way and took away a young and fresh corpse and turned it into a short-lived human being.
In the 1930s, when the war started at the foot of the mountain, he violated the mountain closure ban issued by Master Hu San and resolutely went down the mountain.
Hu San had been in a gang, worked as a horse bandit, and even briefly joined the guerrillas. He spent most of his time as a lone ranger. He had only one purpose, to fight the Japanese.
For more than ten years, Hu San traveled across the north and south of the Yangtze River, killing countless people, and even assassinated a Japanese major general.
Later, Hu San was besieged by the Onmyoji and was seriously injured. He had no choice but to escape back to Lushan. In the end, he was lucky enough to escape with his life, and his cultivation level dropped drastically.
Hu San was rebellious at heart and despised the law. Uncle Jiu's ignorance completely angered him and he was about to take action.
At this moment, Kumoyo's palm suddenly gently rested on his shoulder, and his tone was quite gentle:
"Third brother, don't rush into action yet. I'll ask him a few more questions."
When Hu Taodai called him third brother softly and softly, Hu San's anger instantly extinguished and he became elated. This had not happened for a long time.
However, Hu San still pretended to shake his shoulders and snorted: "Lao Wu, I will give you this face today, and you won't do it next time."
Kumoyo was too lazy to act with him. He passed Hu San and walked straight to Uncle Jiu. He bowed his hands and asked softly:
"The Taoist Master is a disciple of the Maoshan Sect. May I ask what the name is?"
Youdao didn't hit the smiling person, but Hu Taodai was polite. Besides, he didn't kill anyone, and Uncle Jiu wasn't the kind of messy and unreasonable person.
Although the atmosphere at the moment was tense, after hearing Kumoyo's interrogation, Uncle Jiu still replied somewhat stiffly:
"I have returned to secular life a long time ago. I don't have a Taoist name. My name is Feng Jiu. I am now a policeman."
"Fengjiu, police?"
Kurumiyo's eyes suddenly lit up, dazzling: "Are you Uncle Jiu? Do you know Wesley?"
"Uh~"
As soon as he heard this, Uncle Jiu's head buzzed, and countless horses and horses galloped past in an instant, and it was Wesley again.
You know, there are now two terrifying monsters on Hong Kong Island, one cat and one dog, Yeli and Nightmare.
And the two vixens in front of them, who took the form of the body and had no idea how far they were, came to find Wesley again. They set up a private court and gathered the big monsters. They wanted to turn Hong Kong Island into a country of monsters!
Seeing Uncle Jiu standing there dumbfounded, Kumoyo tried calling again: "Uncle Jiu~"
Uncle Jiu finally came to his senses, his face was as dark as ink, and his voice was muffled: "You came to Hong Kong Island to find Wesley?"
Upon hearing this, Kurumidai was immediately overjoyed. He ignored his stinky face, nodded vigorously, his eyes moved, and his tone was full of excitement:
"Yes, you are indeed Uncle Jiu. I am Wesley's friend. I heard him mention you to me. Uncle Jiu, where is he now?"
Uncle Jiu's face was like a Sichuan Opera face changing, alternately green and then red, heaven and man were at war, his heart was filled with unspeakable annoyance and tangles that were about to explode.
Uncle Jiu has a stubborn temper, and his only thought in his life is to enforce the law impartially and to punish people with justice.
But these two vixens who were looking down on people's lives in the street happened to be Wesley's friends, so it was almost inevitable that they would go unpunished.
Let's not talk about whether Uncle Jiu can beat others. Even if he is arrested as Wesley's friend, who dares to judge him? Who dares to imprison him after he is sentenced?
Du Weiguo is now a detached existence on Hong Kong Island. Officially, he, the chief detective of District 3, and MI6 Director Lei Na are his disciples and lackeys.
In the world of martial arts, he is the leader of all societies in Hong Kong, the god worshiped by hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules, and he follows the rules.
Even in the business world, Kunpeng Group is an upstart on Hong Kong Island. It is involved in film companies, TV stations, food factories, cigarette factories, breweries, and real estate. It has vague signs of becoming a business giant.
Man said that he only killed a short mule who was disgusted by gods and ghosts, and that he, Inspector Zonghua, was killed. As long as Du Weiguo didn't nod, no one would dare to touch his friend.
Privilege is everywhere, and many former dragon-slaying warriors eventually became evil dragons.
At this moment, in the real demon country, the Bermuda Triangle, Skull Island, the pouring rain that blocks the sky and the sun continues.
After the evil dragon Du Weiguo had finished drinking and eating, he was leaning against the campfire, smoking and chatting with Merlin.
"Wesley, last night, you were almost drooling when you looked at the corpses of those alien bastards. Since you are so greedy for their equipment, why didn't you take it?"
After getting enough food and rest, Merlin recovered from his injuries and returned to his full strength. At this moment, he was leaning lazily on an unknown skull with a lazy tone.
"call!"
Du Weiguo exhaled a long arrow-like smoke, stretched his body, and said in a ruthless tone:
"I'm really greedy, but I don't dare to take it. I'm afraid there are tracking devices on these pieces of equipment. I don't want to be suddenly shot while sleeping and turn into ashes."
Merlin raised the corners of his mouth slightly and changed the subject:
"Wesley, I heard that you have built quite a lot of influence outside, so it's okay. Tell me, what's your financial background now?"
"Um?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested. He sat upright and looked at him with stern eyes:
"What do you mean? Merlin, you, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, shouldn't have been aloof and independent of things for a long time. Why are you interested in these things?"
Merlin shook his head melancholy and said with some self-deprecation:
"I used to be like this, living alone and not caring about anything. Then when I met Earl, I was shocked to find that I was being toyed with by a bug with a little background.
At this point, I suddenly realized that no matter how strong one is, it is futile. As long as you still live in human society, you must build power. You are more enlightened than I thought, and you started to do it earlier. "
Du Weiguo heard what he meant, his eyes sparkled, and his tone was teasing:
"Merlin, you don't want to take refuge with me, do you? No?"
Merlin nodded without hesitation and his tone was extremely solemn:
"Why not? Wesley, for hundreds of years, you are the most powerful human being I have ever seen, far better than me. Isn't it natural to rely on the strong?
If we can leave Skull Island alive in the end, as long as you can help me see Anna again, then we will regard you as our master from now on and serve you for the rest of our lives until we die. "
Hearing Mei Lin's solid oath, Du Weiguo's eyelids seemed to be cramped, beating uncontrollably, his mouth went dry, and he was speechless for a moment.
how to say? It was so unexpected, the surprise came so suddenly that it was a bit distorted.
Merlin is an immortal. Not only is he experienced in combat and extremely skilled, he also has powerful self-healing abilities and is very fast.
In addition, Merlin also has the ability to attack with mental power, and his overall strength is very strong. He can be called a hexagonal warrior with no blind spots.
All of Du Weiguo's current subordinates, except Night Dire, would probably end up being killed instantly when they met Merlin.
Well, if Miss Hu comes back, she might be able to fight one or two. After all, she is also very fast, and she also plays with mental powers.
But don't forget, there is Anna Sukari who has similar abilities to Merlin. If these two powerful immortals really join Du Weiguo's camp.
That's really like a tiger spreading its wings!
Du Weiguo now dares to stand up and start an all-out war with the Freemasons. Damn, it’s just hard steel! He is even more than 70% sure that he can uproot these bastards! (End of chapter)
