Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In the bustling and bustling city of Hong Kong, wanted criminals are not uncommon, but such arrogant and domineering people are extremely rare.

After all, this is one of the busiest and most noisy streets in the downtown area of ​​Wan Chai.

He Daqing was seen yelling and cursing, and then he kicked an old man who was blocking his way to the ground with great force.

Then, He Daqing reached out and snatched an oil-paper bag from a young woman nearby without any hesitation.

When I opened it, I saw two steaming hot barbecued pork buns inside.

He Daqing grabbed one without saying a word and put it into his mouth, chewing it with big mouthfuls. His mouth was full of oil and there was even some oil stains flowing down the corners of his mouth.

After eating, he still exclaimed:

"Girl, your thing tastes really good, juicy and meaty, quite plump!

If anyone dares to provoke you in the future, just tell me my name. I will never change my name, Liu Dehua!"

After saying that, He Daqing walked arrogantly through the crowded crowd and went straight into a narrow and dark alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The originally calm crowd suddenly exploded, with people talking among themselves and looking shocked.

Afterwards, everyone rushed to the nearby Public Security Police Station.

You know, the burly, fat black man just now is a wanted criminal by the police.

The reward notice clearly states that anyone who provides valuable clues will receive a reward of HK$1,000.

For ordinary working-class people, this amount of money is almost equivalent to their total income for a whole year.

He Daqing walked into the alley and saw a house with its window open, so he climbed in through the window.

Just now, with so many people around, He Daqing was a little panicked.

It would be really fun if there was a plainclothes cop mixed in the crowd and shot him.

After taking off the floral shirt, He Daqing got a new set of clothes from the space and put them on.

I bought another wig from the system store and put it on myself.

He took out a razor and was about to shave off his mustache.

The system beeps a reminder sound.

"It is detected that the host is wanted by the whole city. The system refreshes the skill, Master of Disguise!"

He Daqing grinned, this system was surprisingly reliable today.

Half an hour later, He Daqing was completely different.

The middle-parted hair was turned into a slicked-back style.

The originally round cheeks were refined to have some lines.

The eyebrows and eye corners have been slightly adjusted, and the eyes appear much bigger.

With the help of foundation, He Daqing has now changed from a black fat man to a normal yellow fat man.

With this appearance, let alone the scribbled picture on the wanted poster, even if Qin Huairu came, she might not recognize He Daqing.

He Daqing looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with his current appearance.

Master He Daqing just didn’t like to dress up in the past, but now after a little dressing up, he looks even more handsome than Zhang Xueliang.

After exiting the alley, He Daqing reached out and picked up a guy riding a bicycle and threw him into the corner.

"Can I borrow your bicycle for a ride?"

Without waiting for the idiot to say anything, He Daqing picked up the bicycle from the ground and rode towards the beach.

The traitor who betrayed agent Zhang lived in Mong Kok, separated from Xiangjiang Island by a trench.

He Daqing needed to take a ferry to Tsim Sha Tsui and then pass through Yau Ma Tei to reach Mong Kok.

After getting off the ferry, He Daqing was just about to find someone to borrow a means of transportation when he saw an old acquaintance.

Brother Crow and his two younger brothers were sitting under a parasol, and there were three bottles of soda on the small table.

The three of them were bragging and chatting, and there was a small motorcycle parked next to them.

I have to say, Brother Crow really knows how to enjoy himself. He looks quite respectful when he sees the place.

When meeting an acquaintance, He Daqing would of course go up and say hello.

"Hey, can I borrow your motorcycle for a moment?

how?

Do you dare to have an opinion? "

Before Brother Crow could stand up, He Daqing grabbed the edge of the table and overturned it.

The soda poured all over Brother Crow's head.

Brother Crow couldn't stand this kind of humiliation, so he stood up and was ready to give He Daqing a hard beating.

He Daqing pressed down on Brother Crow's top of the head and without much force, pushed Brother Crow back into his seat.

He gave him a slap in the face, making Brother Crow see stars.

He held down Brother Crow's hand on the top of his head and shook Brother Crow's big bald head vigorously a few times.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, do you?

I want to borrow your motorcycle for a while, give me the keys."

This was the second time Brother Crow felt the fear of being dominated by someone. The last time it was a fat black man, but unexpectedly, he met a fat yellow man again today.

He uncontrollably took out the key of the scooter from his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

The two younger brothers were terrified. How could Brother Crow not dare to resist when he was treated so badly? Who was this person?

He Daqing reached out and took the key handed to him by Brother Crow and got on the motorcycle.

He turned his head again and said something to Brother Crow.

"Thank you~"

After saying that, he walked away, leaving Brother Crow and the other two disheveled in the wind.

He Daqing felt that it was natural to rob the vehicles of these gangsters. Since they were all beasts and did not abide by the law, it was natural that whoever had the bigger dick was right.

Brother Crow's small motorcycle was obviously much older than the one He Daqing had robbed yesterday. It made a clanging sound when he drove it, and He Daqing became very angry.

Damn, what a loser. He has the nerve to hang out in gangs while driving such a broken motorcycle.

The small motorcycle made a "thump thump thump" sound, and in a short while, it passed Yau Ma Tei and arrived at Mong Kok.

He Daqing followed the address, stopped at a street corner, and reached out to stop a middle-aged man.

"Hey!

"Diaomao, I want to ask you something, does Mei Chengnian live here?"

The middle-aged man smiled gently and shook his head.

"I'm just passing by. I don't live here. I've never heard of this person."

"What the hell are you laughing at? You're like a hermaphrodite. Get out of here!"

He Daqing cursed, but the middle-aged man didn't take it seriously and got into a car.

He Daqing couldn't help but take another look. Damn, he is quite rich. He can even afford a car.

He asked the old man who was watching the fun on the side.

"Old man, what are you looking at?

Haven’t you seen anyone in a mixed society?

I want to ask you something. Tell me the truth. Does Mei Chengnian live here? "

The old man pointed to an intersection, which was the direction where the middle-aged man had just driven away.

“The person standing in front of you just now was Mei Chengnian, and he drove away.

You are not good enough, young man, you are blind..."

He Daqing cursed inwardly and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the old man's face. He then got on his motorcycle and chased in the direction Mei Chengnian left.

The motorcycle drove out of Mong Kok and chased all the way to Prince Edward Street before seeing the tail lights of Mei Chengnian's car.

Mei Chengnian seemed to have noticed He Daqing chasing him, so he drove his car directly into a roadside stall and drove out of the city.