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

It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and three hours had passed since Du Weiguo made his public appearance.

Near Shek Lung Arch, Tsuen Wan, Hong Kong Island.

Mrs. Yuan was wearing a gray-blue abaya (a long robe) unique to Arab women, and a headscarf of the same color, leaving only her eyes exposed.

This outfit makes her look extremely mysterious, and also gives her a sense of awe and inviolability. This is also how she conceals her identity and face on a daily basis.

Mrs. Kite walked gracefully into a public telephone booth on the roadside. As soon as she picked up the phone, she stood still as if she was under a spell.

If you look closely, you will see that her hand holding the microphone is shaking violently.

On the rooftop balcony of a residential building not far away, Miss Hu curled her lips impatiently:

"This woman is hesitant. Do you want me to help her?"

Du Weiguo shook his head: "No, she should be able to figure it out, but you still have to keep an eye on her and don't let her really mess things up."

"What a hassle!" Miss Hu scolded unhappily:

"It's such a simple truth that even a three-year-old child would know how to choose. Why is she so slow?"

Du Weiguo smiled helplessly: "After all, this involves faith. This hurdle is not easy to overcome. Please understand."

"Tsk~" Miss Hu snorted coldly, but didn't say anything else.

In the phone booth, Mrs. Yuan hesitated for two minutes before she finally made up her mind and dialed a number.

"Beep~beep~beep~" The phone was connected, but after just three rings, she hung up decisively.

Next, the phone rang five times, seven times, and five times respectively, but no one answered and she hung up each time.

It was not until Mrs. Yuan called for the fifth time that someone picked up the phone.

"Lei Hou, Rongji Roasted Meat Shop, where are you?"

A steady male voice came from the other end of the microphone, speaking pure and fluent Cantonese.

"I want to order a roasted pig with fermented bean curd, about eight pounds." Madam Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Okay, what's your name, boss?"

"The surname is Tang."

"Okay, what time do you need me?"

"I'll come get it tonight at a quarter past seven."

The code and the voice were correct. After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, the man spoke again.

"Mrs. Kite, I heard you were arrested?"

"No." Madam Yuan's voice was very calm, without even a trace of fluctuation.

"Before, at Baxianling, because that black dog suddenly showed up and disrupted the situation, Ziyang and his men were all killed. I saw that the situation was not good, so I escaped alone."

"I was chased for two days afterwards. Fortunately, the dog was afraid of water. It was not until early this morning that I was able to completely get rid of them."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone again, only the vague sound of long breathing could be heard.

"He returned to Hong Kong Island this morning."

Suddenly, the man said something out of the blue.

"What? Why did he come back suddenly? Didn't you say before that he would definitely be delayed outside?"

Mrs. Yuan's heart skipped a beat and her tone sounded a little excited.

Although she already knew about Du Weiguo's return to Hong Kong and had even met him in person, she did not expect that he was so well-informed.

Logically speaking, there is no one around him now and he has become a lonely man.

"I don't know the exact details, I can only confirm that he has returned to Hong Kong Island. I guess our allies are not very strong."

The man's nerves seemed to be made of steel and iron, and his tone was chillingly calm.

"Fuck! Damn allies! Are they worthy?" Madam Yuan cursed directly:

"They are all shady bugs hiding in the gutter. I shouldn't have trusted them before!"

"Madam Kite, calm down."

"I'm not calm at all! Old cat, what are we going to do next?"

"There is nothing to do next. Now that he has returned, the Landlord Association will definitely not be able to be saved, and our mission has failed."

The man's voice was still low, without any fluctuation. He had the bearing of a man who remained calm despite the collapse of a mountain in front of him and the burst of a river behind him.

"Where is the prophet?" Mrs. Kite asked again.

"I don't know, but this guy is very ruthless, so I guess he has already left Hong Kong Island by now."

"So what should we do next? Are there any instructions from above? Should we return to the north?"

The man's tone finally changed a little, sounding a little solemn.

"Let's meet and chat. 2pm, Wing Kee, Pik Lo Street, Kowloon Tong."

"it is good."

Mrs. Yuan responded simply. After hanging up the phone, she felt as if her spine had been pulled out and she slumped down in the phone booth.

On the balcony, Miss Hu glanced at Madam Yuan, who was lying in a puddle of mud, and said calmly:

"Du Da, do you think that old cat really believed it? Why do I feel that this is a bit unreliable?"

"Huh~" Du Weiguo blew out the cigarette butt, flicked it into pieces, and spoke in a gloomy tone.

"Whether it's reliable or not, we'll see later."

At this moment, Rick came running over in a hurry. Before he could even stand still, he shouted anxiously:

"Sir, the address of the phone has been locked down. It is in Room 1708, Wanghui Building, Wong Tai Sin District."

It must be said that the tracking methods of the Sixth Bureau are extremely sharp, and the speed of locking is beyond imagination, almost reaching the level of later generations.

Upon hearing the news, Du Weiguo just nodded without comment but did not say anything.

Rick asked tentatively:

"Sir, I have prepared six field teams in advance. One of them is not far from the building. It will arrive in 7 minutes at the latest. Do you want it~"

"no need."

Du Weiguo raised his hand to interrupt his proposal. Seeing that Rick's face suddenly darkened, he patiently explained again.

"The other party should be an experienced old spy, or even a person with special abilities. If we act rashly, we may easily alert the enemy."

"Sir, I understand. I was too presumptuous."

Rick felt Du Weiguo's kindness and immediately admitted his mistake.

Two hours later, Kowloon Tong, Rong Kee Tea Restaurant, second floor booth.

When Mrs. Yuan walked up the stairs, a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and neatly dressed was already sitting steadily on the chair.

The table in front of him was already filled with food, steaming hot and fragrant. "Come on, take a seat," he greeted in a gentle voice.

Mrs. Yuan sat down in front of him and looked around: "Old Cat, you booked the whole place?"

This middle-aged man is the mysterious old cat. Hearing Mrs. Yuan's question, he nodded slowly:

"Ah."

Madam Kite raised her eyebrows:

"Such a high profile is not your style, isn't it? Old Cat, he's back, and things are tense right now. Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided." The old cat chuckled:

"We have been in Hong Kong Island for so long, in this prosperous and fertile place, but we have to eat dry food and pickles every day. Today is a rare luxury, and I guess we won't have the chance to do so again in the future."

As he spoke, he picked up a crystal clear, trembling shrimp dumpling from the steamer and placed it on the plate in front of Mrs. Yuan:

"Come, try this shrimp dumpling. It's their signature dish. It's said to be the best in Hong Kong Island."

"Heh~" Madam Yuan laughed, pointed at her face towel, and said sarcastically:

"Old cat, you have seen my true appearance. Are you sure you can still eat my ghost-like face?"

The old cat waved his hand indifferently:

"Hey, it's just a shell. At my age, I've seen everything I should and shouldn't have seen. I don't care about these things anymore, so just be at ease."

Mrs. Kite shook her head:

"You don't care, but I do. Showing my face would make me very uncomfortable. Besides, I'm not risking my life to come to you just to eat and drink."

"Tsk, if you don't eat it, I will."

The old cat shook his head in an ambiguous manner, then picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it into his mouth.

After swallowing the shrimp dumplings, he smacked his lips lightly and praised:

"It tastes really good, fragrant, sweet, and fresh. The shrimp meat is very chewy. It is worthy of being a signature dish. Madam Yuan, do you really want to try it?"

Madam Yuan rolled her eyes at him and said in a muffled voice, "No, hurry up and get down to business. After you're done, you can enjoy the meal slowly."

"Ah~" The old cat sighed and slowly put down his chopsticks: "It's the last meal, and you're still spoiling the fun."

"The last meal? What does that mean?" Mrs. Yuan asked in a serious tone.

Lao Mao did not answer immediately. Instead, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket. It was the cheapest Kunpeng cigarettes. He pulled out a cigarette from the box and lit it with a match.

"Whoo~"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. At the same time, two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils. It was obvious that he was a heavy smoker.

"Madam Yuan, there is no way I can walk out of here today. Even if I want to die, I can't. You have sold me out, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yuan's pupils instantly shrank into needles.

The old cat did not look at her, but lowered his eyelids, gently stroking the cigarette in his hand, and said slowly:

"It's okay. I can actually understand. Xiaorong has always been a thorn in your heart that you can't remove, and it is also your lifeline."

"You are a steadfast and good comrade, but you are also a mother. If your vital points are held, you will definitely not be able to bear it."

At this point, he shook his head in melancholy and helplessness:

"Alas, I said before I came here that holding hostages is a bad move, but unfortunately I am powerless and cannot make the decision, eh?"

Mrs. Yuan's eyes turned red, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Since you have already guessed it, why did you come out to see me? Why don't you run away?"

"Oh~ So what if I can't come out? Where else do you think I can go?"

Lao Mao smiled bitterly, took two more puffs of his cigarette, and then continued.

"He is the devil, the leader of hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules, and tens of thousands of soldiers and police officers in Hong Kong Island bow down to him.

Besides, he has many evil spirits under his command, each of whom is extremely powerful. I can't escape now, and it's only a matter of time before I get caught."

The old cat smokes very heavily. Each puff goes deep into his lungs. He finishes a cigarette in just a few puffs and then pulls out another one from the cigarette box.

He continued with his cigarette butt:

"Even if I am extremely lucky and can finally escape, but my mission has failed, I will return to the north. I'm sure you can guess what will happen to me."

"So, so you, you decided to surrender?" Mrs. Yuan stuttered because she was too excited.

Lao Mao was the most determined person she had ever met. She couldn't believe that someone like him would betray his beliefs in order to survive.

"Hehehe~" the old cat laughed.

"Cough cough cough~" After laughing a few times, he was choked by his saliva and started coughing violently.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a few sips of herbal tea, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"I won't surrender. I'm already this old. All I live for is a thought. I'm going to die anyway. I want my death to have some value."

"Something of value?"

Mrs. Yuan pondered his words, and in a flash, her brows suddenly furrowed, as if she had guessed what the old cat was thinking.

"You want to see him!"

"Well, come to think of it, I have met this immortal figure once before."

Suddenly, the old cat seemed to sense something and turned to look towards the stairs.

"Deng~deng~deng~" At this moment, heavy and rhythmic footsteps came from below.

Just a moment later, Du Weiguo's cold face appeared in his sight.

"It's you, Guiziliu." Du Weiguo's voice was low, like a muffled thunder or a war drum, which made people feel panicky.

Lao Mao was indeed an old acquaintance of Du Weiguo, the Guiziliu whom he both respected and hated.

"It's me. Long time no see, Director Du."

Facing the fierce murderous aura emanating from Du Weiguo, Guizi Liu showed no fear. Instead, he waved his hand and greeted him with a smile like an old friend:

"Hey, Director Du, I've always thought you were extraordinary and would soar to great heights sooner or later, but I never thought you would be able to achieve what you have today."

Hearing the long-lost title of "Director Du", Du Weiguo was dazed for a moment, but recovered in an instant.

"Don't try to get close to me!" He shouted coldly, cursing loudly:

"Ghost Six, the previous attack on Yang Caiyu and the Yu Hanliang gang that sneaked into Shengzhidun were all your doing, right?

Damn it, I haven't even gone to Sijiu City to settle accounts with you yet, and you dare to run to Hong Kong Island to commit suicide?"

A cold murderous aura hit him in the face, and Guizi Liuli's cigarette butt was extinguished instantly, but he remained calm.

"If you kill me, aren't you afraid that your relatives and friends in the north will be implicated?"

Du Weiguo stepped in front of him and grabbed his collar:

"Fuck, you dare to threaten me! Do you think I don't have the ability to go north? Or do I not have the courage to take action in the Forty-Nine City?"

"Hehehe~" Guiziliu felt like he was about to suffocate, but he still smiled with difficulty.

"You, you won't go north, and you won't start a massacre in the city. It's because we know your pulse that we dare to be so bold~~"

Guiziliu's face turned purple and his voice stopped abruptly.

Du Weiguo angrily pushed him back onto the chair.

"Ghost Six, I always thought you were smart and sensible, and I respected you before, but I never thought you would choose to help the tyrant?"

"Hoo, hoo~" He panted violently for a long time, and then said intermittently:

"I can't help it. You are too prominent. Have you ever thought about how much benefit it would be if I could bring you down?" (End of this chapter)