Tokyo is no longer very hot in August. The neon lights are shining at night, and at a glance it seems like you are falling into a sea of colorful stars.
Everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
In fact, none of the three people in Gu Bei's room needed to sleep. Even Lu Mingfei was used to using Xingqi instead of sleep. After a night, not only did his cultivation level improve, but he also felt refreshed.
When Chu and Lu fell into meditation, Gu Bei's ears twitched.
The word Xun·Listen to the wind.
The quiet night suddenly became noisy. Some people were hugging each other, some were running, and some were driving sports cars roaring in the darkness. The wind brought sounds from all directions, and even the moon danced with the sounds.
Caesar's room was across from the three of them. At this time, there was only a slight sound of breathing and the sound of cloth rubbing in the room. It seemed that Caesar was tossing and turning for some reason.
Next to Caesar's room is Mai Shutoku's room. The sound of running water can be heard in this woman's room, and she doesn't know if she is really taking a bath or if she is guarding against eavesdropping.
Opposite to Mai Shutoku and next to Gu Bei's room was Fingel and Old Tang's room.
Both of them must have fallen asleep, as snoring could be heard in the room.
Gu Bei was not impatient and continued to drive and listen to the wind to collect information.
One hour, two hours...
Finally, at midnight, the wind brought back a different sound.
There was a sound of the door being opened, and a man appeared in the corridor.
With light and clumsy steps, it was Old Tang who walked out from the next door.
Gu Bei built a three-dimensional model in his mind.
After Old Tang walked out of the room, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he leaned down on the ground and made sure that the lights in each room had been extinguished. Then he took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
Gu Bei did not act rashly.
Two minutes later, a tall, flexible woman appeared in the corridor. Judging from her voice, the woman's movements were neat and quick, without any extraneous movement.
Mai Shutoku.
Is Old Tang's mission really related to Lu Mingze?
Gu Bei frowned, "listening" to the footsteps of Mai Jiude and chasing Old Tang further and further away, but still did not act rashly.
Another two minutes later.
Caesar's room opened, and Caesar walked out with golden eyes, looking steadily in the direction where Old Tang's Jiu De Mai left.
Yan Ling·Kamaitatsu.
As early as the Qimen game, Gu Bei noticed that Xun's position was disturbed. This feeling was very familiar to Gu Bei. It was not uncommon when he was training a group of young men who knew everything, and it was quite common to encounter him here. Friendly.
It turned out to be Caesar's voice.
Caesar looked in the direction the two left, but did not chase them. Instead, he took the elevator directly to the underground garage.
Gu Bei sighed and sighed in his heart: It's really lively tonight.
Gu Bei waited for another two minutes, until the Qi left on Old Tang was almost out of tracking range, then he got out of bed and tiptoed out.
As soon as Gu Bei left the room, Chu Zihang, who had been in trance, opened his eyes and walked out of his room, looked at the closed door of the suite, then at Lu Mingfei's room, and finally chose to stay put.
In the side room, Fingel was holding his mobile phone and looking at the girl in the white dress with a sweet smile on it: "Eva, please excuse me."
"Um."
The girl nodded, and then disappeared from Fingel's phone interface, replaced by an electronic map.
Tokyo transportation map.
It also thoughtfully marked the locations of several people with a few red dots.
"It's so lively."
Faced with such a rare thing, Fingel naturally chose... to turn off his phone and turn over to sleep.
Just kidding, the more this kind of thing gets mixed up, the more chaotic it becomes. Don't reveal your strength until the critical moment.
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Chen Motong is the most special one among the 54 contemporary heirs of the Chen family.
Strictly speaking, Chen Xian is her brother.
But exactly how much blood relationship there is...it's hard to say.
This sudden trip to Tokyo was arranged by the family, and also came with my father and stepmother, as well as a younger brother who was almost ten years old but still looked like a baby.
In fact, Chen Motong didn't know the significance of the family's arrangement of this trip.
But to her, it doesn't matter what the family's arrangements are. Even if she can't resist many times, she can always do something that causes the family a headache.
At least that's what she thought.
Just like now.
The red Ferrari 599 was traveling on the road at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour. One car after another was left behind, and the gorgeous light and shadow drew a long flame in the traffic flow.
Japan's land is very small, so the road planning is very narrow. Every time Chen Motong overtakes offside, it is an extreme operation, and it is completed by rubbing the rearview mirror of other cars.
It’s hard to imagine that this kind of operation was done by a little girl without a driver’s license.
But the little witch doesn't care about the driver's license, nor how dangerous this behavior is.
The hybrid's reflexes allow her to easily avoid all obstacles. The speed of 160 per hour is Ferrari's limit, but it is not Chen Motong's limit.
But Chen Motong didn't know that a helicopter was quietly following her head. While Chen Xian was paying attention to the movements on the other side, he used a walkie-talkie to direct the passing traffic, guiding Chen Motong in a specific direction. .
"What the hell, why did something happen on the first night in Tokyo? And it was both at the same time?"
No one answered Chen Xian's question, everyone was busy with their own things.
Busy completing tasks to make money, busy completing boss's instructions, busy being a nanny to deal with the aftermath, busy just in case...
Busy meeting fate, or busy cutting off the shackles of fate.
The sword light fell and blood spurted out, just like the red shadow left by Chen Motong's red Ferrari speeding past.
The man was leaning on the Hummer, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette butt illuminated his slender eyes. He looked handsome but a little feminine. His fair skin had a marble-like texture, his eyebrows were straight, and his long black windbreaker was quite elegant. , the whole person feels like a young faculty member of a certain college.
The blade wiped away the blood on the expensive suit, but it didn't matter. This was not the only blood stain on the expensive suit. Before that, the suit had changed from black to red.
The man in the trench coat put out his cigarette butt, turned around and got into the car. In the driver's seat was a woman wearing a black one-piece armor. She may have a graceful figure, but she couldn't see much because of the armor.
"How many goals are there for tonight?" The windbreaker man's voice was not tired, but only filled with biting chill and murderous intent.
The armored girl checked her phone: "There's only one left in Chiyoda District."
The man in the trench coat relaxed a little: "How are things going with Crow and Yasha?"
"It's going very smoothly. Eleven human stakes have been sent into Tokyo Bay."
"I knew they were good at doing this kind of perverted job."
The armored woman didn't answer, and the Hummer fell silent for a moment.
The man in the trench coat lit another cigarette, the cigarette butt flickering in and out as he breathed.
"Sakura, let's drive to Chiyoda District."
"Tonight's work will be done quickly."
