Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

In the morning, in a secluded and hidden place near Xia Hua Shan, Tsuen Wan.

"Oh my god! Thunder, Thunder Hey Sha Shen!"

A curly-haired boy stared at Du Weiguo in front of him with his eyes wide open, and couldn't help but yelling.

This curly-haired guy is Meng Bo from the City Hunter Detective Agency. I have to say, this guy is quite handsome.

He is in his 20s, about 180cm tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, strong muscles, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wavy side-parted curly hair, and speaks fluent Cantonese.

It’s just that this guy has a frivolous look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, which ruins his overall handsome look.

Ever since he entered the room, his pair of thieving eyes kept glancing at the bulge on Mao Aiyi's chest, until he saw Du Weiguo, then he withdrew his gaze.

"you know me?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, his tone was calm and he didn't seem particularly surprised.

After all, he had appeared in public in Hong Kong Island more than once, and many people had seen him. Meng Bo and his colleagues were private detectives, so it was not surprising that they were well-informed.

"Yes, I know you, Lord Shashen, oh my god, it's really you, you are so damn handsome, and younger than I thought, I really admire you.

"Hiss~ That's not right. A big boss like you who can cover the sky with one hand actually wants us to do something? Are you trying to trick us?"

Meng Bo is a frivolous, daring guy, and also a chatterbox. He speaks without restraint and makes comments here and there.

"Baga! Mengbo, you dare to talk to your master like that, are you tired of living?"

As the old saying goes, if the master is humiliated, the minister will die. Before Du Weiguo could say anything, Mao Aiyi got furious and pointed at Meng Bo's nose and scolded him.

In fact, Du Weiguo had repeatedly told her to call him "Sir" instead of "Master", but in her excitement, she forgot.

  Meng Bo turned his head, bared his teeth, put on a self-proclaimed carefree smile, and said jokingly:

"Don't worry! Lord Sha Shen is not a stingy person. Fei Bo, the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is? Do you think I am handsome and want to talk to me?"

Meng Bo is also a Chinese-Japanese mixed-race, born during the Japanese occupation, but his father is Chinese, so he took a Chinese name.

In fact, he grew up in Japan, but was later ostracized by the locals and was forced to return to Hong Kong Island.

So, Meng Bo naturally understands Japanese, and Fei Bo is a nickname given to Mao Aiyi by this grandson.

It means exactly what it says. Even though it's a bit vulgar, it's quite appropriate. Mao Aiyi does have a pretty good figure.

"Baga! You're looking for death!" Being humiliated in front of Du Weiguo, Mao Aiyi's cheeks instantly turned red as blood. She was enraged.

Mao Aiyi was not a talker. As she cursed, the small sword had already been unsheathed, turning into a sharp cold light, and chopped towards Meng Bo's neck without mercy.

This skill of hers has a famous name in Japan: Iai Slash.

Because she was using a small sword that was less than one meter long, although the attack range was shorter, the speed of drawing the sword was faster.

As fast as thunder, if this knife hits the target, Meng Bo will definitely be beheaded.

"Fuck the street! Fei Bo, you tigress, are you crazy? You're going to kill someone!"

Fortunately, Meng Bo is no ordinary person. He is extremely talented, has extraordinary skills and quick reactions.

His body jerked back, narrowly avoiding the beheading knife. At the same time, he retreated like a fish, and his mouth was not idle, screaming loudly.

"idiot!"

Mao Aiyi is a typical person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much. He just cursed once and then stopped talking. However, the knife in his hand was swung tightly and each blow was more powerful than the last.

Every move of her sword was aimed directly at Meng Bo's vital points; she really wanted to kill him.

Although Meng Bo has good skills, most of his abilities are with guns. He is considered a top mid-range shooter. However, physical skills are his weak point.

There is a saying that has always been circulating in the martial arts world and has been debated endlessly: within five steps, a knife is faster than a gun. This is absolutely nonsense.

The fact is that at five steps away, a gun is faster than a knife; within five steps, a gun is both fast and accurate.

However, there are exceptions to everything. This statement is applicable to the current situation. Mao Aiyi's knife is too fast and too fierce. It even leaves a shadow. It is so fast that Meng Bo has no chance to draw his gun.

His gun was hidden at his waist, a classic silver Smith & Wesson M19 large-caliber revolver.

However, under Mao Aiyi's overwhelming attack, Meng Bo couldn't even make a move, let alone a chance to talk nonsense.

Mao Aiyi was already furious, and Meng Bo was caught in a dilemma, unable to take care of his own situation. He was in a precarious situation and could lose his life at any time.

Meng Bo did not come here alone. He came with two companions, a man and a woman. Both were young and energetic.

Seeing that Meng Bo's life was in danger, they were all extremely anxious.

However, in front of Du Weiguo, they were so cautious that they would not dare to take sides even if they had ten thousand guts.

"Ms. Mao Aiyi, I'm sorry! I apologize on behalf of Meng Bo, please be merciful!"

The girl was really forced into a corner and could only apologize loudly and beg for mercy.

Her name is Makimura Kaori. She is very young, probably 18 or 9 at most. She is very tall and pretty. She has a pretty face and a bit of heroic air.

It's just that her development is not very good, very poor, her chest is so flat that it can be used as a cutting board, and you can't tell the front from the back.

Combined with her tomboyish short hair, it is difficult to arouse men's desire.

Makimura Xiang shouted so loudly that it was almost deafening, and of course Mao Aiyi heard it.

But she turned a deaf ear to him and continued to chase and hack at him with a ferocious look in her eyes. At this moment, Meng Bo had been forced to the wall, with no room to move, and was in imminent death.

"Okay." Du Weiguo finally spoke.

Before he finished his words, the sword light suddenly retracted. At this moment, the blade of the knives was already in front of Meng Bo's throat, with a distance of only 2 centimeters.

Meng Bo's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and goose bumps stood up all over his body. After having been to the gates of hell, he was really scared.

When he looked at Mao Aiyi again, his eyes were evasive and the frivolous look from before was gone.

Du Weiguo slowly picked up the cigarette box, lit a cigarette leisurely, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said jokingly:

"I still need them to do things, so I'll keep them alive for now. If they don't do their job well, it won't be too late to kill them later."

"Yes, sir." Mao Aiyi nodded and responded respectfully.

  Then, she turned her head, slowly put away her sword, and glared at Meng Bo fiercely:

"Humph, Meng Bo, you are lucky today. If you dare to talk shit again, I promise I will kill you."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You are the boss, you have the final say."

Meng Bo was a shameless guy, but he was flexible and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"That's it. How about it? Can you find out?"

After a moment, Du Weiguo finished his commission, lit another cigarette, and while puffing away smoke, he looked at the silent City Hunter trio in front of him with a half-smile.

The three of them looked at each other with serious expressions. It was Meng Bo who spoke first, who was quick-witted:

"Mr. Wesley, can we not accept this commission?"

They are not stupid. This case obviously involves some big shot or group, so even the evil spirit has to investigate it secretly.

This is no longer just muddy water, it is simply a bottomless abyss where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

"Ok?"

Mao Aiyi snorted coldly and grasped the hilt of the knife.

Meng Bo was so frightened that he shrank his neck unconsciously, feeling aggrieved and looking at Du Weiguo with pleading eyes.

He had an illusion that the legendary evil spirit who killed people like crazy actually had a good temper. At least he was easier to talk to than the unreasonable Mao Aiyi who always wanted to chop people.

No matter what, his current status and position are clear. He has been deified. He would not bully the weak and directly attack these little Karamis.

  Damn it, this grandson actually thinks I am a soft persimmon. Du Weiguo glanced at him and asked back:

"What do you think?"

"Uh~"

Stared at by Du Weiguo's deep eyes, Meng Bo felt as if his soul had been pierced through in an instant. His mouth became dry and he swallowed subconsciously.

"No, I can't."

  "Haha~" Du Weiguo sneered and nodded without comment:

"So, how long will it take you to figure this out for me?"

"Mr. Wesley, if we eventually find out who is the big shot we cannot afford to offend, will you guarantee our personal safety?"

Among Meng Bo's companions, the man who had always been taciturn spoke up, his tone was quite calm. His name was Makimura Hideyuki, the oldest of the three City Hunters.

Even though Meng Bo has the highest combat power, he is the real boss, and the name of City Hunter was also earned by him.

"of course."

Du Weiguo's answer was very firm and decisive:

"No matter who he is, even if he is the Governor of Hong Kong, you don't have to worry. Just go ahead and investigate. I will protect you."

Upon hearing this, Makimura Hideyuki's eyes lit up instantly, but Meng Bo couldn't help but yelled:

"Pull down, that's too awesome! Then we are like holding the imperial sword, we can do whatever we want to whoever we want? That old man Yan Xiong~~"

Du Weiguo frowned slightly, revealing a hint of unswerving determination.

Meng Bo spoke Cantonese at a very fast speed. Mao Aiyi's language talent was average, and even though she had been in Hong Kong for several months, she still could not understand much.

But she kept watching Du Weiguo's expression without blinking. When she saw him frown, she put her hand on the hilt of the knife without hesitation, ready to strike.

As long as Du Weiguo gave the order, she would chop off Meng Bo's dog head without hesitation.

"Shut up!" Hideyuki Makimura was also good at observing people's expressions. He immediately held Meng Bo's arm and interrupted him in a low voice.

Meng Bo also realized that he was a little too excited and spoke without thinking, so he closed his mouth awkwardly.

  Makimura Hideyuki assured anxiously:

"Mr. Wesley, don't listen to his nonsense. I promise that during the investigation, we will never do anything rash or make random accusations or abuse our power for personal gain."

Du Weiguo raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was already 10:40, almost noon, and Azhi should be waking up soon.

He was a little impatient and emphasized: "Time, how long do you need?"

  Makimura Hideyuki carefully explained:

"Mr. Wesley, this case is a bit complicated and there are many hidden dangers. It will take us at least half a month~~"

Du Weiguo raised his hand to interrupt: "3 days! I'll give you 200 million Hong Kong dollars."

Upon hearing this, the three of them were stunned. They were surprised at Du Weiguo's generosity and horrified at the urgent deadline.

You have to know that the average salary of white-collar workers in Hong Kong Island is only 300 Hong Kong dollars, and a decent house only costs tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

The average price they usually receive for commissions is only 3 yuan, and the remuneration for the largest order is only yuan.

This is already the maximum charging standard for private detective agencies in Hong Kong, and they don’t have work every day.

200 million Hong Kong dollars is enough for them to work for more than ten or twenty years without eating or drinking. Rounding it off, it is almost equivalent to a lifetime.

In other words, as long as they succeed in this deal, they can retire early and enjoy life.

The time is tight, the task is heavy, the risk is great, but the temptation is equally huge, so great that it is simply impossible to refuse.

The three of them looked at each other, all very excited, yet a little afraid, and undecided.

"If you can't do it, just choose a cemetery for yourselves." At this moment, Du Weiguo added coldly, directly pulling them from heaven to hell.

Upon hearing this, the three people's faces suddenly turned as dark as ink, as if they had lost their parents.

"Ah Zhi, why are you crying?"

Near noon, when Du Weiguo returned to the safe house at the University of Hong Kong, Azhi was hiding in her bed, wiping her tears, her body twitching.

When she heard Du Weiguo's clear and deep voice, her whole body stiffened at first, then she suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up.

Seeing clearly that the person standing in front of him was indeed Du Weiguo, Ah Zhi threw himself into his arms like a bird flying into the forest, and burst into tears and snot.

"I, I thought you were gone."

  "Hehe~" Du Weiguo gently stroked her smooth jade-like back and teased:

"I'm not going anywhere, Ah Zhi, it's noon now, in broad daylight, and you're not even wearing clothes, isn't that a bit too unrestrained?"

At this moment, Azhi was completely naked, revealing her beautiful figure.

She had just woken up, and as soon as she opened her eyes she found that Du Weiguo was gone. She started crying bitterly and didn't even bother to put on her clothes.

"Ah!" Ah Zhi screamed in shock and shame. His face instantly turned red as if blood was about to drip out. He hurriedly grabbed the quilt and crawled inside.

  Du Weiguo stretched out his finger and gently flicked her little head through the quilt:

"Why are you still shy? Ah Zhi, we have been frank with each other more than once. I have seen it all."

"Oh, sir~" Ah Zhi hid in the quilt and said shyly and timidly.

"Haha~" Du Weiguo laughed heartily at her amusingness.

To be honest, he has been a little addicted to spending time with Azhi recently. This feeling of being away from intrigue and bloodshed, and the relaxed and leisurely life, makes him unable to stop.

Lunch was simple, just heated up last night's leftovers, some extra steamed rice, and some scrambled eggs.

Even so, Du Weiguo still ate with relish, devouring the food like whirlwind. This pattern made him feel more like he was living at home.

In the afternoon, Du Weiguo changed his clothes again, and even Azhi helped him to dress up and make up to look like an ugly middle-aged couple.

They walked hand in hand on the street, not buying anything, just strolling, and then went to the newly opened Kunpeng Cinema in Causeway Bay to watch a movie.

Brother Xiaolong’s new film, the magical action-themed “The Crow”.

The subject matter of this movie is very novel and is nearly 20 years ahead of the current times. Due to adequate investment, it is not a money-laundering bad movie.

Therefore, the film is very well made, with excellent script, scenes, actors, lines, and action skills.

In addition, Brother Xiaolong's global box office appeal is at its peak, and the box office is booming again.

It has been released for 3 weeks now, and today is not even the weekend, but the attendance rate is still ridiculously high, at least over 7%.

According to the cinema manager, this movie is expected to top the global box office list this year.

Based on this movie alone, the main producer, Kunpeng Pictures, which accounts for 65% of the investment, can make at least hundreds of millions in profit.

Add in the movie's peripheral products, videotapes, and the revenue from Bruce Lee's advertising endorsements, and the profit could probably be doubled.

In the evening, Du Weiguo and Azhi took a second-floor sightseeing bus back to the vicinity of HKU, found a clean tea restaurant, and had a quick bite to eat.

After that, of course, there is the popular and lively adult sports session.

Ah Zhi was in particularly high spirits tonight, trying to please Du Weiguo and risking his life to make love to him.

"Thank you, sir. I feel so happy today, the happiest I've ever felt. Even if I die right now, it's worth it."

This was the last sentence Ah Zhi said in his sleep before he became conscious and about to faint, having reached the peak for who knows how many times.

  Du Weiguo caressed her cheek lovingly and covered her with the quilt:

"Azhi, thank you too. I have had a great time these days." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot.

"Tell me, what did you find out?"

The moon was at its zenith in Tsuen Wan, at the secret venue prepared by Mao Aiyi, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette with a hint of laziness in his tone.

Hideyuki Makimura and his sister sat side by side opposite him. Meng Bo was not there, probably because they were worried that this guy would speak without thinking and cause murder.

"Mr. Wesley, now all the black and white people in Hong Kong Island have started to move. Everyone is looking for Miao Weizhi like crazy."

"Well, then what?"

Du Weiguo was not surprised by this result. As his official spokesperson in Hong Kong Island, Xiao Ma Ge now has considerable power.

"Mr. Wesley, Miao Weizhi has a simple background. He doesn't seem to be someone's white glove. The only one who might be able to direct him is Mr. Ma from Kunpeng Pictures."

Seeing Du Weiguo frowning, Makimura Hideyuki hurriedly continued to explain:

"Of course, you have already denied this possibility, so we can only start our investigation from his background and social connections."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "What's the result?"

"Miao Weizhi is from Wuhua County, Meizhou. He was born in the underworld. He sneaked into Hong Kong Island with his fellow villagers in the spring of the year before last."

Having said that, Makimura Hideyuki quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face before continuing:

"Among his fellow townsmen, there are those who burn incense."

"Burning incense?" Du Weiguo instinctively felt disgusted.

Burning incense is a slang term used in the underworld, which generally means being religious. However, what one believes in is definitely not the orthodox religions such as Buddhism or Taoism, and those who burn incense are naturally believers.

Du Weiguo hates these mentally ill, weird people. (End of this chapter)