Evil Awe-Inspiring

East China Sea Street, Vancouver Chinatown Chinatown.

Shunchangzhai, a Cantonese-style teahouse in Guangdong, I sat near the window and looked at the street with ease. It should be said that Vancouver's Chinatown is relatively noisy and bustling, but those typical Nanyang-style buildings always look rustic to me. Most of the Chinese here are from the southern population. Of course, the most popular languages ​​are towards Min Nan and Cantonese. There are Cantonese operas in the tea house that I do n’t understand.

I just held a tea cup and looked across the street ...

In my pocket is the picture that Yaye gave me. The photo shows a middle-aged man, about forty years old. In the photo, he looked kind and kind, but unfortunately there was a scar on his head that completely destroyed the person's art quality. As in many mixed lanes, he wore a gold chain with a finger thickness around his neck—obviously, this photo was taken in secret because he had a cigar in his hand and was sitting in a car with a look of pride. Look.

This person's name sounds like "Sand Snake" and is a leading figure in the famous Roche Clan Association in Vancouver's Chinatown area.

The clan association is a very distinctive term for the Chinatown in Vancouver area-basically here, the so-called clan association is a black-colored organization, just like the domestic Taoist society in many history. A product formed by factors.

There are many patriarchal associations in Chinatown, basically all Chinese associations, but this Roche patriarchal association is obviously a very important one here.

I know. Yaye gave me this goal. That is, the person whose name sounds like a sand snake is not the main goal of this time he is preparing to crack down on the local Chinatown gang-he will not leave a very important thing to me as a newcomer.

But for me, this thing should not be missed.

Eighth Lord was very prepared. He gave me all the relevant information about Sand Snake. I researched for a day and found that he has a very fixed habit, of course. This is also a common problem for men all over the world-lascivious. Sand Snake is not the No. 1 character of the Roxie Clan Association. He can only be ranked third or fourth at most, because the largest economic source of the Chinatown gangster: the drug trade, is not responsible for Sand Snake. He is responsible for some basic things in the streets near Chinatown, such as. Industry, and some tea houses and other local protection fees.

This is also something that makes me very emotional.

In this place abroad, there are Chinese gangsters in Chinatown ... But it is disappointing that these local traditional gangsters only bully the Chinese and are weak to foreigners. Their power is basically constricted in Chinatown Chinatown. Cannot extend outward.

That is. These gangs are also domestic immigrants, but these gangs live on the basis of other ordinary Chinese immigrants.

Sand snake land is lascivious, so I got a very important message. He has a favorite lover right on the street.

From the seat I'm sitting in, there is a barber shop across the narrow street. This is a place where the decoration is a bit different. The wide rainbow lights on the outside and the large advertisements are stylish. The posters are very fashionable, but there are some rustic ones inside. Some young girls who wash their hair wear a suit. Pink shirt. The lower body is a pair of denim shorts ... a pair of slippery legs that are deliberately exposed, a bit ambiguous ... especially the hem of the shirt is too long, which may even cover the shorts, which will make people look a little bit.

This place is a famous place in Chinatown nearby. Its operator is one of Sand Mistress's many mistresses. Now, Sand Snakes come here almost every two or three days.

Of course, part of the gains in this place also belong to the Clan Association of Roche.

I've been sitting in the teahouse across from me all afternoon. This street is not bustling. There are not many pedestrians coming and going. On the narrow streets, I didn't even see a few cars coming in even after spending an afternoon. The waiter in the restaurant is a very young Chinese boy. You will even doubt whether he is an adult when he is young. Since the last hour, he has been looking at me with a suspicion from time to time.

I know that I've been sitting too long for attention.

I wore an ordinary coat on the street, a light-colored one, and a very ordinary style. My hair is short repaired, with a very wide toad mirror, black, covering one third of my face, plus two false beards that I can put on my lips, I'm sure, unless He approached and looked in front of me, otherwise no one would really grasp my appearance.

A pot of Tieguanyin in front of me, because it has been added many times, is already very light. I remained patient and looked across the street.

From time to time, there are some suspicious men in and out of the shampoo center. They want to come here for fun. I smoked cigarette after cigarette, and in the smoke I felt like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey ...

Finally, at six in the evening, the target I was waiting for came.

A black Ford car slowly entered the street and stopped at the door of the shampoo center. A driver-like person jumped out of the car, then opened the back door, and then I saw the sand snake go inside. Come out.

His real person looks fatter and stronger than the pictures. However, that face seemed to faintly carry a peculiar sturdy temperament, especially the scar on the forehead, faintly shiny. The hair is also very short with only a layer of barley. Wearing a Tang suit, he felt his head at will, then strode into the center of the shampoo.

I squinted and watched the driver smoking at the door, then waited for about five minutes, I slowly got up, and then carefully extinguished the cigarette.

I slowly pushed the door into the street, lowered my head, walked towards the driver unhurriedly, and then passed by without expression. I noticed that he seemed to look up at me, and there was a taste of inspection in his eyes, but he only turned his eyes away.

I pushed open the door and went in.

The place is obviously not large, there is only a narrow corridor, and two heavily makeup women at the door are standing behind the counter, but they are all exposed. They are all dressed with long hem T-shirts and shorts, plus a low neckline. When I saw me coming in, one immediately greeted me, and then it seemed to say hello to me in Cantonese. I didn't understand, but I probably understood that she might be asking me if I was looking for my lady. I just said it briefly. "OK". She replenished me and went in deliberately in front of me, twisting her unslim waist.

Obviously, the chairs and mirrors for hairdressing are all outfits, and the private boxes for washing hair are the main places. I was taken to a small, dark room at the back. This room had no door, but was blocked by a cloth curtain. The lady led me in, then went out, and lowered the curtain.

There is only one lounge chair in this small room, which is the type that can let people lie down and wash their hair. I waited quietly, then carefully pulled out a toy mask from my pocket and put it on myself, then took off my coat, turned the inside out, and put it on. As soon as I had done all this, the outside curtain was lifted. A girl in a very low-cut top and short skirt came in.

Makeup from the thick makeup on her face. I can't see her age. She wears slippers, looks tired, but beats her spirits. Her hair was a little yellow. Apparently, when she came in, she suddenly saw a person wearing a mask standing in front of her eyes. She was a little stunned. The subconscious reaction was to open her mouth and shout. I had already covered her mouth with one hand, the other hand pinched her neck from the side, and pulled it over with a force, and held her with my elbow, then raised my hand on him A cut was made on the artery behind the neck.

The woman hummed and softened.

I sent her off and lifted the chain and went out.

Here is a hallway, with many private rooms on either side, curtains hanging from the door of each room, and some suspicious sounds coming from inside.

I slowly walked through the corridor, walked all the way inside, and then came to the end of the corridor. It was a closed door. I pushed it, then pulled a paper clip out of my pocket and straightened it in.

This poor-quality door lock opened silently after a couple of clicks. I heard the music of a very old Cantonese song, and the sound of rushing water.

I took a deep breath and walked in gently, bracing my waist.

This is obviously a separate private room ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ On a retractable chair, Sand Snake is lying on its back, his face is facing up, his face is covered with shaving cream, a white flower, he With her eyes closed, her hands were placed on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and she tapped from time to time in accordance with the beat of the music. A woman stood with her back to me, standing between the chair and the pool. But with a thin waist like a water snake, she carefully held a brush and continued to apply shaving cream to the sand snake's chin, while a razor was placed on the edge of the side pool.

The sand snake was obviously very interested, and her hands quickly slipped down, touching the woman's calf little by little, and I heard the woman smiled very much, and randomly shook the sand snake's hand, and then lowered it. Say something. Twisted the small waist to the pool and picked up the razor.

I waited quietly at the door, hiding behind the wall, showing only a pair of clear eyes. When the woman turned around and walked towards me, I immediately retracted.

Footsteps were getting closer and closer, the woman came to the door, and I immediately reached out and grabbed her around her neck to prevent her from making any noise, and dragged her aside. Almost instantly, I punched her on the chin with a very accurate stroke. Such a stroke can make people instantly faint.

Then I walked into the room silently.