After the exam, the fourth chapter has been updated today. Thank you for your support. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Angry light shot out in his gloomy eyes, but Cao Zhehua didn't care at all. Killing him was indeed not much more difficult than killing an ant.

The four ninjas that appeared in this row had already made him smell a crisis.

"If you want to die a little more happily, tell me what is your purpose in Hong Kong?" Cao Zhehua's voice was as light as water, neither anxious nor impatient, as if the ninja under his feet were talking or not, he didn't care.

Those who can be ninjas are definitely hard-working. He just gave it a try and didn't expect that this ninja could answer his questions.

A cruel smile appeared on the ninja's face, a little crazy, and the birds were circulating: "So those who have connections with Temple Street will die, long live Yamaguchi, long live Sato"

This is his last voice. He is dead and there is poison in his mouth. For every ninja, what he is ready for is death and death for his master.

But this sentence has already told Cao Zhehua that the Yamaguchi team has really been dispatched, and what they are dealing with is a small temple street. This is a strange feeling of killing mosquitoes. With the power of the Yamaguchi League, why bother fighting for this small temple street in Hong Kong?

The Zoten family is the core force of the Yamaguchi group. The Green Ghost, who was killed by him in London in Koridu that day, was the young master trained by the Zoten family.

The four ninjas all turned into corpses in just a few minutes, and Cao Zhehua had left quietly. Someone would clean up the corpses.

However, the emergence of Yamaguchi Alliance will reshuffle the dark underground forces in the world. If Cao Zhehua is not wrong, the Tataban and the Mafia should also be in trouble soon.

"Young Master Cao" was very careful but very surprised voice, which had already sounded beside Cao Zhehua. In the dense hawker stall, a thin middle-aged man wearing a straw hat had already cast a meaningful look at Cao Zhehua.

Cao Zhehua was shocked and this man should know him.

He walked over. He had already picked up one of the leather hats from the stall and asked loudly: "Boss, how much does this hat cost?"

The stall owner didn't even raise his head, and the straw hat he was wearing was still pressing down very low. Of course, only Cao Zhehua could hear the voice: "Subway, No. 16, find a man named Xiao Yao."

Cao Zhehua didn't say anything anymore, and took out a hundred yuan casually, threw it on the stall, and put on the hat. He didn't need to ask any more, and he knew that this was one of the spies left by Thirteenth Sister.

Metro, No. 16, is considered a poor house. Although Hong Kong is called the Pearl of the Orient, there are still many poor people. Looking at the train styling into small iron houses, you can imagine how much hardship the people here have.

The world is always so realistic.

"Handsome guy, do you need to find a beautiful woman to accompany you?" A woman with a three-point appearance, wearing a pair of breast-exposed shorts, had come over, and was holding a slender cigarette in her hand, expressing clearly that she was selling it.

Cao Zhehua took out two hundred yuan and said, "I want to find Xiao Yao to find her, this is yours."

The woman's face was immediately a little unfavorable, but she immediately took the money and stuffed it into the stockings on her thighs. She didn't care at all whether she was seen or not.

He hummed with some displeasure: "Men just like this tone."

Cao Zhehua was puzzled, but when she saw the little demon, she understood what the so-called tone was?

The grass, this is a slut. Although she pretends to be coquettish, Cao Zhehua can tell at a glance. It’s no wonder that the woman is angry and is snatched away by a man in a good business. It would be strange if she is not angry.

"Handsome guy, come in quickly. You have a vision. I, Xiao Yao, are a flower in a radius of ten miles. The service will definitely satisfy you." When the business comes, Xiao Yao's disgusting appearance has already made Cao Zhehua want to vomit.

I have seen ugly people but are so unbearable, but this is the first time I have seen them.

As soon as the woman left, Cao Zhehua didn't even talk for a moment and shouted, "Take me to find the person I want to meet, right away." If he stayed with this shemale for a while, he would be afraid that he could not help but go back and kill him.

The little demon trembled inadvertently, but immediately smiled charmingly and said in a coquettish way: "Handsome guy, am I the one you are looking for? Do you want to have fun immediately!"

Cao Zhehua's face turned cold and he said, "They all called me Mr. Cao. I don't know if you have heard of it. I never blink if I kill someone. If you say something more, I will kill you."

The cold killing made the little demon even have a smile on his face, but what surprised him even more was the title of Mr. Cao. The person who had been chatting about Thirteenth Sister finally appeared.

Finally, the little demon turned his head and felt a faint tranquility, saying, "Come with me!"

If there was no little demon leading the way, it would be impossible for anyone to find this place in the middle of the night. Cao Zhehua had not yet remembered the entry of nine or eighteen turns, so he had already arrived at a container accumulation site in an abandoned area.

Several muzzles were pointed at him, and this did not require special exploration. The little demon beside him had reached his hand into his mouth and blew a whistle, just like the sound of a flute, melodious and vaguely deep.

Soon, in Cao Zhehua's ears, there were very messy footsteps. This may be their code, a warning code. At this moment, outsiders are coming.

In the darkness, a man rushed out quickly. Cao Zhehua didn't know this person. He was in his prime, in his thirties, and shouted at Cao Zhehua: "Mr. Cao, you are finally here. The Thirteenth Sister has been waiting for you for a long time."

In fact, it was not long, but only a short week, but for those who escaped death, it was as long as seven years. He knew Cao Zhehua because he was also present when dealing with Chen Lutong that day and was regarded as a hostage and threatened by Thirteenth Sister's Miaojie Gang.

He could not forget this man's indifferent temperament.

"Mr. Cao" then there were these series of surprise calls. In their hearts, Cao Zhehua was the savior. Although most people did not know Cao Zhehua's power, the legend about him spread him more majestic and cold than a god. The Thirteenth Sister said that as long as Master Cao appeared, they would be saved.

Cao Zhehua was not in the mood to be polite to these people, and asked coldly: "Where is the Thirteenth Sister?"

"Oh, Thirteenth Sister is inside. She was injured and couldn't go to the hospital. The situation was very bad." The strong man who appeared first seemed to be the current leader here. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of people behind him slowly dispersed and disappeared in every corner of here. Among these people, many of them had guns.

In a container that splits two windows, there is a simple wooden bed, which is already a luxury for them. Thirteenth sister is lying on it, her face pale.

This woman is so old, but she is still extremely strong. At this moment, she is probably suffering from severe pain. She is sweating on her forehead, but she grits her teeth without making a slight scream of pain.

"It hurts every night, there is no way, we don't have painkiller needles."

Cao Zhehua walked over without saying a few steps. There were at least ten wounds on Thirteenth Sister's body, all of which were cut by sharp blades. The worst was her arm, and the white knitted towel, and there was still blood flowing on it. This injury had been withered for a whole week and could not die. This woman really had a long life.

The hand had condensed the warm current of qi and slowly pressed against the woman's chest. The simplest way at this moment was to use true qi to help her heal her wounds. Fortunately, it was just an external injury, which should not be very dangerous.

As soon as the qi entered Thirteenth Sister's body, the woman slowly calmed down, her gritted teeth also let go, and her breathing gradually became smooth, and then the qi in the limbs penetrated, dispelling the cold air and fused with the wound. An hour later, when Cao Zhehua let go of his palm, Thirteenth Sister had already opened her eyes.

There was a little more relief on her pale face. The little leader next to her quickly took some water and fed her. It had been many days, but she didn't expect that when Young Master Cao arrived, Thirteenth Sister could be so calm and clear. Maybe this man was really their savior.

"Mr. Cao, you came in time, otherwise, the old woman, would have really said goodbye to you forever." Not only that, there was a jokey smile on her face. For a woman like Thirteenth Sister who has been exploring the world for life, she has long been indifferent to life and death.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to let go, but that she has no way to let go. Hong Kong is her home, and some things are destined to be her lifelong destiny.

From the passing of youth to the point of being middle-aged, she has integrated everything she has into the temple street and no longer distinguishes each other. As long as the temple street exists for a day, she will continue to struggle.

"Sister Thirteen, don't worry, as long as I'm here, you won't die. Okay, now let me tell me about the Hong Kong life first. I will handle everything now, so you can rest with peace of mind."
Chapter completed!