Chapter 321: The Legend of Crazy Blade

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Chapter 321: The Legend of Crazy Blade

Xiangdu.

This metropolis of Chinese trade, the hub of world trade.

The night here is as busy as the day.

In an underground bar, a man was drinking wine with his head down.

"Have you heard that there was a big incident on the Asian killer list a few days ago. Eight killers disappeared within a day."

"I heard it too. It is said that the entire Asian killer world has spread, and everyone said that it was the crazy knife who suddenly jumped to the eleventh place."

Several men sitting in front of the bar were talking there.

This topic made the man who had been drinking raise his head slightly.

"Several. I have more accurate news here, do you want to hear it?" A bartender suddenly came over and looked at a few people.

"Bao asked, don't sell things here." The bartender attracted the attention, and several people looked at him curiously.

The bartender's eyes narrowed as he tapped his fingers on the table.

"You're a money fan." One person understood what the bartender meant, and took out some money and put it on the table.

The bartender's eyes fell on other people. Although it was very uncomfortable, curiosity was still unbearable.

"Baotou, don't make up stories for me. If you let me know that you fooled us! I beat you up." A vicious-looking man took out his money and slapped it on the table.

Now there are at least thousands of dollars on the table.

The bartender's smile was more cordial, he put away the money, and gave each person a glass of beer.

"This glass of wine is my treat. Listen to me while you drink."

Several people glanced at the bartender, the beer was only a few dollars at most, but if you don't drink it, you don't drink it for nothing.

I saw the urging in the eyes of several people.

The bartender didn't delay: "This matter actually started a few days ago. According to the information I got, at that time someone in Huaxia issued a mission to kill two people, and they were ordinary businessmen."

"Isn't such a task very simple?"

"Don't interrupt!" The bartender glared at the person who spoke: "But the price of this quest is very high. I can't disclose the specific number, but there are eight people who took the quest. Among them, there are killers in the world. There are gunmen with positions on the leaderboard!"

"But none of them came back from Huaxia for this mission. They were all killed by one person, and that person also left a note on the body of the eight killers."

"As soon as the mad knife comes out, I am the only one."

Hearing this, the others laughed lightly: "This mad sword is too mad."

"You have the ability to kill the people on the top eight Asian killers, and you can be arrogant." The bartender waved his hand: "And according to my guess, this person's strength is definitely the top ten of the Asian killers. But because He's a new comer. That's why Hawkeye considers shooting him in the eleventh place again and again."

"Then do you know where this person is from? Islander? Thai? Bang?" One person asked curiously.

The bartender smiled and said, "I don't know, but he should be from China, and he is very young. Well, that's it for the story. I have to get off work."

"Aren't you talking nonsense. We give you money and you just say that?" The group of people immediately became upset.

The bartender shrugged: "That's all you paid for. And I don't know more."

Amid the laughter and scolding of a group of people, the bartender went to the backstage, changed his clothes, and left through the back door.

The bartender is actually called Bao Xiaoer, because he is well-informed and called Bao Quoting.

Bao Xiaoer went to the street corner to buy a takeaway as usual after get off work, and then walked into the sidewalk.

The trail was only three people wide, and several street lights were broken and dimly lit.

But this is the road that Bao Xiaoer takes every time he gets off work, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

But this time he didn't take a few steps, the expression on Bao Xiaoer's face became solemn, and his hand was on the knife at his waist.

"It's best not to move, unless you think you're firing faster than I can slit your throat." A voice sounded from the darkness.

Bao Xiaoer swallowed, he could feel the cold touch on his neck.

He obediently raised his hands.

"Brother, forgive me. If you want money, it's all in my pocket, you can take it as you like. I didn't see anything."

Bao Xiaoer has been in the society for a long time, and he is very clear that the value of life is higher than money.

Money can be earned, but life is gone, nothing is left.

"I don't want money, I can still give you money." A hand stretched out from behind Bao Xiaoer. In his hand was a stack of dollars, or at least thirty or forty thousand dollars.

Bao Xiaoer hesitated for a moment, and he said cautiously: "Brother, I...I don't sell my butt. I have hemorrhoids, you...if you want, I can introduce you to a few."

"Don't give me nonsense, I know you are the bag in this area to ask, I will ask you a person." A gloomy voice sounded.

Bao Xiaoer rolled his eyes: "Brother, just ask. I'll tell you everything I know."

"There isn't a single Asian guy in this area who likes to wear wool coats and red cotton hats with stubble faces."

Hearing the question from the person behind him, Bao Xiaoer smiled bitterly: "Brother, you have too few clues. This area has always been chaotic.

There are more people dressed like this. "

"His left leg was a little lame and there was a scar about two centimeters on the inside of his left eye."

Bao Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, and then he said: "Brother, you are talking about Han Laosan."

"Han Laosan? Where does this person live? How is the normal life trajectory?" The owner of the voice stuffed the money into Bao Xiaoer's pocket, and took out a stack of dollars and put it in front of Bao Xiaoer's eyes.

Bao Xiaoer looked at the money, which was almost half a year's income.

"Han Laosan is an idiot. He lives at No. 399 Nanlu Lane. He lives alone, and it seems that some friends often take him out to pick up work, so his life is not a problem. He just doesn't talk to people often, his life trajectory..."

After talking a lot, when Bao Xiaoer came back to his senses, there was no one behind him.

Bao Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense about what happened just now, otherwise..."

Suddenly the voice sounded again, and Bao Xiaoer looked around in horror, but didn't see a ghost.

…………

The man in a black trench coat walked into a remote alley. He took off his trench coat and put it in the corner next to him. He was wearing a ready-made takeaway suit and a takeaway box in his hand.

The man raised his head and looked at the dimly lit windows on the third floor of a residential building in the distance.

"Got you."

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, this person was Ye Hao!

At this moment, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

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