Chapter 467 Dumb young master, please

  Out of the hospital building, a car stopped in front of her, bent over, and quickly disappeared into the night with the person and the car.

  The pure silver laptop is on the lap, and the slender fingers keep typing on the keyboard, and finally press the Enter key, and Gong Jiu stops silently.

  Handing the computer to the person next to her, she said with cold eyes, "Go here."

  Since she was asked to find him, how could she disappoint him?

  It was three o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark overhead.

  Like thick black ink of infestation, covering countless ugliness and sins.

  Finally, what Gong Jiuhan arrived at was an abandoned unfinished building on the outskirts of a Moroccan city.

  Looking at the intertwined building floors in front of her, she clicked her lips lightly, and she clicked her tongue, her heroic brows were cold.

  Wild suburbs, unfinished buildings.

  Gu Shihuai chose it, but it really is a good place to drink tea.

  Standing downstairs, behind her were the subordinates of the clan accompanying her. At a glance, they were all dressed in black and white clothes.

   Turning her head and eyes sideways, she asked, "Have you contacted my family yet?"

   "Going back to the young master, I got in touch, and said that Uncle Tang is no longer in the house. He left the house yesterday afternoon, and I don't know where he went."

  Hearing this, the boulder hanging in Gong Jiu'an's heart relaxed a little, but it was not easy: "Where is the old Patriarch?"

   "In Qing Pavilion."

   Grandpa is still in the cabinet, which means he is safe.

  She was breathing heavily, but it was tense just now. She wanted to see what medicine Gu Shihuai sold in the gourd today.

   It's just that Old Tang left the house... This behavior was a bit unusual.

  Old Tang is a well-measured person, familiar with the house, including the big and small affairs of the clan, and has never been in such a hurry.

  Perhaps, the answer can only be solved after today's Hongmen Banquet is resolved, and then go back to find out.

  The panic at the beginning faded away, Gong Jiu put his hand into his pocket, raised his head and glanced at the top of the building, looked back slowly, and raised his feet to go inside.

  But at this time, a car light came from a distance from the building and fell on her body, which was a warm yellow.

  The glare of the light made her a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover it, and looked at the person coming through the gap between her fingers.

  The vehicle quickly stopped behind their car, and the door opened with a sound.

  The person coming down from inside caused a flash of surprise in Gong Jiu's eyes, he put down his hands, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the person walking in with windy steps under his feet.

  The color is flowing inside.

   "Old Tang?"

  People who could not be contacted before appeared in front of her at this moment, and it would be a lie to say that it was no accident.

  Old Tang walked in and stood in front of her, straightened his clothes, nodded his chin slightly and saluted: "I followed the trail of the young master, luckily I followed."

  He took a broad look at the strands of silver-white hair that were blown up by the night wind.

   It is the wind and dust that blows on your face.

  Frowning, Gong Jiu asked silently, "Why did you come to Morocco?"

  Old Tang replied respectfully: "Yesterday, I received news that you would be in danger. The old man just heard it and asked me to run to confirm your safety. I was still on the plane when you called me earlier."

   "News?" Gong Jiu sniffed inexplicably: "What news, why don't I know which expert has the ability of such a prophet?"

  Old Tang lowered his eyes and closed his jaw: "The message attached is your recent 24-hour daily photo, which is too reliable, so..."

   "So, you came to Morocco without even asking me for proof?" Gong Jiu squinted his eyes, full of danger.

   There is also a sharp and cold insight into people's hearts.

   "The old Patriarch is worried about you." Old Tang was silent for a moment: "I rushed over without stopping, you know his old man's temper."

  As long as it involves Gong Jiuhan's personal safety, the old Patriarch has always said the same thing.

   is beyond doubt.

   This point, Gong Jiuhan did not deny it. He suppressed the coldness in his eyes and turned sideways: "I am not very satisfied with what Uncle Tang has done recently."

   No matter what, she should be informed as soon as possible, otherwise the worry will increase dramatically.

  She almost thought that Gu Shihuai made a move against Qing Pavilion, so she was so determined to let her come to him.

  Old Tang's recent work efficiency, I don't know what's going on, it can make people find some criticisms.

  Although I have doubts in my heart, I am already standing at the edge of the game. I can only settle the matter in front of me and go back, and then I will study it carefully.

  Of course, she also knew that if Lao Tang cared, he would be chaotic. Moreover, Lao Tang had the best relationship with the old man, and he also listened to the old man the most.

   He exhaled lightly.

  She glanced sideways, her tone was very light: "Since you're here, let's go in together."

   Let's go and see together, what is the meaning of trying so hard to find them at the same time.

  She didn't think that the so-called news of her accident was sent to the old house so coincidentally.

   Said that he was following Gong Jiuhu, Old Tang pursed his lips, his expression slightly restrained.

   There was a sigh of relief in his throat.

  From the moment he left the house, he knew that Gong Jiu would definitely not like this move, but if he had really contacted her, he would not be able to come this time.

  If he can't come, the old man will probably feel uneasy and worried again.

  After walking a few steps, Gong Jiuhan raised his hand to cover his eyelids, wiped the throbbing eyelids with his fingertips, and let out an insignificant tsk from his lips.

   It seems that there is something in this game tonight.

  At this time, she never thought that all the turning points would happen in this night.

   Walking in from a building that looks deserted and gloomy from the outside, it looks like a bottomless hole, and the silence and darkness are even more relaxing to breathe.

  Passing through the front building and entering the second building, Gong Jiu felt the gaze from the dark.

  The moonlight came in from the outside, and sprinkled frost and snow on the side of the gate.

  There is only this building, and the lamp hanging from the height is shaking.

   It makes people's shadows flicker, which is indescribably weird.

  The figure is surging, and the afterimage is vague.

   Whoosh, whoosh—

  The sharp airflow piercing the air rang in the ears, accompanied by the cold murderous aura.

  Stopping his feet and bending slightly on his waist, Gong Jiu raised his hand silently, catching the arrow that almost pierced his head steadily and accurately.

  Looking at the bottom of his eyes, there is a familiar symbol on the silver arrow.

  Behind him, the person who was caught off guard again let out a small muffled groan.

   The air was quiet for a while.

  The hand holding the arrow fell to her side, and she seemed to take two steps aimlessly, her eyes full of gangsters calmly fell into the dark high place.

  The tip of the tongue lightly brushes against the inside of the lips.

   "Uncle Huai seems to like hiding in the dark."

  whoosh—

  The arm was raised suddenly, and the arrow that was pinched flew out like an arrow off the string.

  In the empty and dark building, accompanied by the arrow flying out, there was a clear and ear-catching bang.

   Someone falls and falls to the ground.

   "Papa Papa—"

  Clear applause sounded from a high place in front of the crowd, and footsteps sounded. When they raised their eyes, they soon saw a figure walking out of the shadow on the high place.

  The hair sticking to the temples has turned white, Gu Shihuai leaned on the railing, looking down at the people below.

   "The young master is really good at being able to hurt me alone without any pretense!"

  His cloudy eyes reflected insidiousness and treachery even in the dark space. When he saw Old Tang standing behind Gong Jiu, he clicked his tongue:

   "Hey, our Manager Tang is here too. I thought I couldn't see you today!"

  Old Tang was neither humble nor overbearing: "The Huai Patriarch invites you, how can you not come?"

   Putting his hands into his pockets, among the crowd, the young man stood lazily and tiredly, but he was rebellious and wild.

   "Uncle Huai asked us to come here at night, it shouldn't be as simple as chatting."

  The old man standing on the high place heard the words, laughed boldly twice, put the crutches in the hands of the person beside him, looked at the person below, raised his hand, and patted it lightly.

   "I heard that the young master is the most talented ancient martial arts scholar in the clan. The last time we met, I was in a hurry. It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to see the elegance. Today is such a good opportunity, Gu will not miss it."

  The air surged, and in the flat layer, afterimages flickered.

  Gu Shihuai waved his right hand lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master, please."

  (end of this chapter)