"Who dares to hit Fifth Brother!"
A loud shout suddenly sounded.
As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a large group of people rushed out from the back of the house. They were either shirtless or only wearing vests, with their fancy tattoos exposed. They all held machetes in their hands and had fierce expressions on their faces. Hula. A guy surrounded me and Fifth Brother, and was about to start killing people.
I sneered and reached into my pocket, but my eyes looked at Fifth Brother with murderous intent.
"Stop it!" Fifth Brother yelled, stood up suddenly, snatched the machete from the hand of the guy at the front, and slapped him twice.
This time not only the person who was beaten was stunned, but also the group of people behind were stunned. They stopped on the spot and looked at Fifth Brother at a loss.
"You're all bluffing. This brother and I don't know each other before we fight. Why are you showing off here? Apologize to me, hurry up!"
A group of subordinates hurriedly bowed to me, "Lao He, I'm sorry."
Fifth Brother said to me: "My brothers are all ignorant, so don't make fun of me. Now that we've settled the deal, let's rest upstairs. I'll greet you when the idea comes later."
I didn't say anything, and followed Fifth Brother upstairs into a single room.
Fifth brother closed the door and said, "Brother, follow the rules, don't mind!"
I took out the old black star and raised my hands above my head.
The fifth brother stepped forward and touched his body carefully to confirm that there were no mobile phones, BP machines, or other things that could communicate with the outside world. He was served a plate of fruit as an apology.
I accepted it with a smile, gave Brother Wu a cigarette, lit it and took two puffs before he quit.
I sat at the table in front of the window, took out the tissue I had hidden in my hand to wipe the nosebleed, took out a pen and paper from my bag, quickly drew a sketch of Fifth Brother, and wiped some of the nosebleed onto my forehead. Then he took a sewing needle and nailed the portrait under the bed.
After being prepared, I didn't touch the fruits, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and rested.
Sounds from the outside world entered my ears.
Pedestrians were walking and laughing on the street outside, shops were hawking and selling, tables and chairs were being cleared on the first floor, Fifth Brother was talking to someone on the phone, and... there were faint sounds of sobbing.
The sound came from below, beyond one level, and should be located underground.
It sounds like there's more than one person.
No wonder Fifth Brother wanted to take charge here. It turned out that Guanyin was in transit here.
We have important things to do tonight, so Fifth Brother must not be distracted. These Guanyins will probably spend the night here and wait until the dust settles tomorrow before sending them away.
Fifth Brother's call ended, and heavy footsteps immediately walked towards the room.
The door was pushed open with a creak.
"Brother, there is news. The god will be in his place soon. We are in a hurry to arrange the meeting. We can't rest any longer. Come with me."
I stood up and said, "It doesn't matter how relaxed I am after finishing my work. I don't know if there is any decent platform around here where I can pick three tricks. I haven't had a good time since I came out of my hometown outside the customs. I'm really irritable."
"It's easy to say. When things are done, I'd like to ask you, brother, to relax. I don't dare to say anything else about my own table. It's clean and quiet, and I'm a sharp-tongued guy."
Fifth Brother laughed and agreed.
I followed him downstairs, got into a Cherokee, and went up Mumo Mountain.
We walked to the Shandang parking lot, got out of the car and carried a bag, and then walked along the mountain. By the time we reached the end of the field, it was already dark.
This is the only way to Nanshan Pavilion.
Although there are hotels on the mountain, they are relatively expensive, so most tourists will choose to stay at the foot of the mountain.
As soon as it gets dark, no one is seen on the road.
The fifth brother led me around a sharp bend, cooed twice at the dense forest next to me, and then dived in.
Three people were already sitting in the dense forest, checking the weapons in their hands.
A watery old black star.
The three of them don't look very impressive, their hair is messy, and their clothes are simple and even a little shabby. They can't be compared with the glamorous killers in Hong Kong movies.
But this is the standard state of a serious killer.
It's easier to blend in if you don't stand out, and it's easier to evacuate if you don't stand out.
He was so handsome that he actually didn’t miss this bowl of rice after eating it.
"Brothers, this is the new brother who has joined the team. He will be the vanguard to serve the dishes in a while."
The three of them glanced at me without saying anything. One of them, a skinny man in his forties, asked the fifth brother, "Have you got an idea?"
"Coming this way, we'll be there soon." The fifth brother put his bag on the ground and pulled it open, taking out a sharp scimitar and said to me, "When I start, give him a breath. The owner demands that melons be picked raw, otherwise they will not be given to the tail hand. I have to do this myself."
Picking melons alive means cutting off the head while the person is still alive.
The three people obviously knew about this request and didn't say anything. They just stood up from the ground and patted the dust off their clothes. It was still the thin man who spoke, but this time he said to me, "The three of us are old partners." But since Fifth Brother said he would use you as the vanguard, he will not compete with you. Once he sees the idea, you will take the lead. Regardless of whether he hits or not, he immediately gets down on the ground and the three of us will go up to make up for it..."
Before he could finish his words, his head suddenly started to fly.
The fifth brother standing next to him suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes and cut his neck with one knife.
The other two Chiga Nian were startled, and subconsciously raised their guns to fight, but their movements were a little slower. Fifth Brother swung his knife like lightning, and slashed their necks twice in a row.
In the blink of an eye, the three Chiganian killers all gave their accounts.
Half of Brother Wu's body was stained with blood. He was breathing heavily and standing on the spot with a knife in hand. His expression was dull and his eyes were dull.
I asked: "Which room did the old Bodhisattva occupy?"
Fifth brother replied blankly: "The Linyuan Hall with cliff view on the third floor."
"Tell the old Bodhisattva that the matter is settled."
There was a trace of struggle on Brother Five's face. It was obvious that deceiving Qian Mian Hu was an extremely scary thing for him, so much so that he would even hesitate to be controlled by me.
But it was just such a slight struggle.
He took out his cell phone and dialed the paging station to leave a message for Qian Mian Hu: The banquet was successful.
"Take care of these, and then wipe your neck yourself. The pain points of death will be convenient for the soul to remain and to find the way back."
The fifth brother nodded blankly, took out a small engineering shovel from his pocket, and started digging a hole on the spot, preparing to bury the body.
I ignored him and came out of the forest, walked up the road to Nantian Pavilion, went in and booked a room, specifically a cliff-view room.
I figured out the specific location of Linyuan Pavilion and sent the waiter away. I took off my coat, put on tight clothes, stood on the window sill, stood upside down, with my head down, my knees bent, and I hooked my toes into the cracks in the outer wall. Support, just stand upside down, crawling and swimming close to the wall.
This move is called the scorpion climbing the city upside down, Lao Rong's unique skill of stepping on the wall and flying the eaves, which was derived from Caimen's acrobatic technique.
I started practicing this move when I was ten years old. After practicing for eight years, I have only achieved a little success. Any small gap can hook the body. But according to Sister Miao, she has seen truly accomplished masters, who are as smooth as the skin. On the wall of the mirror, it can be firmly sucked on by just relying on the force of its muscles, crawling at will like a gecko.
Later, I traveled around with her, and I only heard that this unique skill had been lost for many years. I didn't know where she learned this trick, or where she saw this accomplished master.
Sister Miao is an unsolvable mystery to me.
Although I have followed her for ten years, I don't even know her real name.
