Chapter 101: The Death of a Useless Person

  The scorching sun at noon drove away the endless chill. Han Yu was curled up behind a glass window, basking in the warm sunlight, while Huo Ying, like a small cat, was coiled lazily at his feet.

  Of course, this is just a hypocritical decoration. As soon as there are footsteps outside, it will always raise its ears vigilantly. However, without Han Yu's command, it rarely moves its body.

  "This is truly an era without news!" Han Yu lightly rotated the computer in his hand, somewhat bored and slightly pursed his lips. On the page he opened, one by one so-called sensational news almost put him to sleep.

  Just then, his mobile phone suddenly rang with vibration. Han Yu hastily picked it up: "Hello!"

  "Hei Yi, I've got the results of what you asked me to investigate." A somewhat triumphant voice came from the other end of the phone.

  Han Yu's mouth curled up, Tie Mian was a waste of Fei Chai's heart, he handed over many valuable messages. However, as to whether this is an opportunity or a trap, it needs to be verified by mobile intelligence.

  A faint smile appeared on her face, and Han Yu said softly, "Speak!"

  "Lazy indeed has a smuggling channel!" The mobile phone chuckled and said: "And I just got the news, they have a batch of goods, arriving at the warehouse outside the north of the city tonight!"

  "Huh?" Han Yu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  The phone whispered: "This is the main source of income for Fei Cai, and it's also the biggest economic pillar that allows him to have such a large influence in Beicheng. It has always been kept secret, so he isn't afraid of being ambushed by Chu Xing Society. If we hadn't received the information, we wouldn't have been able to find their warehouse."

  "Is the Wind Gang keeping him, and also wanting to keep this smuggling route?" Han Yu's eyes moved slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

  "It should be with this consideration!" The mobile phone thought for a moment and nodded.

  Han Yu's face was cold and his eyes flashed with a hint of chilliness: "Tell me, what time and place are they receiving the goods?"

  ……

  The dim sunlight danced lightly with the chill of winter. After struggling for a while, the sunset finally chose to be swallowed up by the darkness of night.

  When the dark night falls, with stars twinkling all over, the whole Tianjin City seems to have entered a quiet state. Only the headlights of cars on the distant highway are lit up one by one, and from time to time, the whistling trucks are telling the noise of the night.

  The night grew darker and deeper. The lights of the ten thousand families gradually thinned out and went out. The north of the city fell into a vast silence.

  However, amidst this boundless blackness, there was a place where human voices were clamoring.

  The rubbish, among the guards under several people, some looked at the people coming and going with a lack of interest, unloading goods into the warehouse. From time to time, they would glance at the tall and burly man next to them, who was shouting orders at his subordinates with a complex gaze.

  He stood among several guards dressed in black, his bald head reflecting the light and a satisfied smile on his face, particularly eye-catching.

  His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably a few times, and he silently sighed in his heart. He took two steps forward and said softly, "Brother Mo, I still have something to do on my side, so I'll leave this to you. If there's anything wrong, just give me a call."

  Bald-headed Han was Mo Canglong, one of the eight great generals of the Kuang Feng gang. He turned his face back, smiled with a mouthful of yellow teeth, and waved his hand indifferently: "Alright, go ahead and take care of your business, I'll keep an eye on things here!"

  "Alright, I'll go first!" Fei Chai said with a forced smile. As he turned around to leave, his face involuntarily flashed a hint of desolation.

  At some point, all of this was his wealth, but from the moment he defected to the Windward Gang, it had nothing to do with him anymore. Although money is just a material thing, using these cold hard things to exchange for the support of the Windward Gang towards oneself, no matter how you calculate it, it's worth it.

  To know, if he was caught by Chu Xing She's people, his outcome would not be just losing some money!

  But it's one thing to think rationally, and another to watch others take what originally belonged to you without hesitation, while you have to carefully fawn over them on the side. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable in their heart? That's why Fei Cai would leave halfway through, and come back with a "out of sight, out of mind" attitude!

  There were more than twenty younger brothers standing around outside.

  The cool night wind blows on me, feeling cool.

  With a glance of his eyes, he said in a cold voice: "Everyone, keep your eyes wide open, this batch of goods must not have any problems!"

  "Yes!" A group of subordinates responded in unison, making the waste wood feel a little more comfortable. He took a deep breath and was about to step towards the parked carriage when he suddenly stopped and turned his head to gaze into the distant night sky.

  But the inky night seemed to surge like flowing water, and several human figures faintly emerged.

  They walked silently in the dark night, with steady footsteps, just like a driving war drum, giving people a great sense of pressure.

  "Who's there?" The younger brother of the waste wood stepped forward immediately, shouting sternly. The other younger brothers also became alert, although the surrounding night seemed calm, but they had at least a dozen people scattered around.

  No one answered, just a black figure and steady footsteps, but they were getting closer and closer.

  The younger brothers around him changed their faces and surrounded him, trying to block the waste in front of them. The black figure opposite almost simultaneously exerted force. They were like cheetahs rushing into a flock of sheep, arriving at close range in an instant.

  Raise your hand and swing the knife!

  Three men, three knives.

  The air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing and ear-piercing sound that made people frown. The three useless thugs under him immediately flew backwards, their bodies still in mid-air, as they sprayed out trails of blood mist.

  The man in the middle was the fastest, his body surpassing that of the useless younger brother who had been sent flying by him. On the way, he easily took down two more people and then flipped over to land on top of a car. With a flick of his wrist, he pounced down from the car like a fierce tiger descending a mountain.

  Before he arrived, the snow-white blade light had already fallen down like piercing sunlight, directly taking out the useless firewood.

  His face was as white as a sheet, and he quickly retreated backwards, his eyes wide with shock.

  Although he knew that the other party was not good from the moment he discovered these people, at this time, not only were his sharp little brothers by his side, but also Mo Canglong, one of the eight great war generals of the Kuang Feng gang, was in the warehouse behind him, and he could still remain calm.

  But in an instant, the opponent had killed his way to his front, and the calmness he had deliberately maintained was gone. He wanted to see the beautiful dream of his underlings breaking through shattered.

  At this moment, he just wanted to retreat, to get away from this damned knife light as fast and as far as possible.

  However, that knife light was like a maggot on the heel bone, tightly chasing his body. As if it would not swallow him, it seemed unwilling to give up.

  The waste wood's two eyes were red, at this time he still had a few younger brothers around him, but they couldn't come to his aid in time, and he was fighting alone.

  However, the position of this old man was also won by fighting with swords and guns. Although these days of eating, drinking and having fun have emptied his body a lot, but that fierce and brave spirit has not been lost!

  Since retreat is not an option, then fight it out; as long as he can withstand this one blow, he will be the biggest winner tonight!

  With a loud roar, the waste wood's wrist flipped over, and the steel knife that had been carried with him for some time but not used for a long time fell into his hand. His wrist shook, and a mournful knife light slanted upwards.

  Right!

  The two swords clashed, and Fei Chai only felt a slight numbness in his wrist. The opponent's sword, which seemed to contain the power of a thousand pounds, was easily broken by him. However, he didn't feel happy about it, but instead felt a wave of dizziness, and a chill ran down his spine, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

  He tried with all his might to twist aside, but it was too late.

  That streak of light that should have retreated appeared eerily in front of him, facing the unsuspecting patch of skin on his throat, and with a flash of the blade, it ruthlessly shattered his laryngeal prominence...

  Shameless to the point of presenting fresh flowers as a gift with a loud laugh