Chapter 140 [Blood Washing] (Part 1)

Donghai Siding Street, Vancouver Chinatown Chinatown.

Shunchangzhai, a Guangdong-style teahouse in Guangdong, I sat next to the window and looked at the streets easily. It should be said that Vancouver's Chinatown is still quite noisy, but the typical Nanyang-style building always seems to me to be so rustic. Most of the Chinese here have southern accents. Of course, the most are towards Minnan and Cantonese. The teahouse contains Cantonese operas that I can't understand at all, ding dong dong dong dong yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang yang

I just held the teacup and looked across the street...

In my pocket is the photo given to me by the Eighth Master. The photo shows a middle-aged man, about forty years old. In the photo, he looks kind-hearted, but unfortunately there is a scar on his head, which completely destroys the man's temperament. Like many people in the verge, he has a gold chain as thick as a finger on his neck - it is obvious that this photo was taken secretly because he was sitting in the car with a cigar in his hand, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face.

This person's name is "Sand Snake", and he is a leading figure in the famous organization "Ro Family Association" in Chinatown, Vancouver.

The clan association is a very distinctive noun in Chinatown in Vancouver - basically here, the so-called clan association is an organization with black colors, just like the Taoist club in China, a product formed under many historical factors.

There are many clan associations in Chinatown, basically some Chinese community gangs, but this Luo clan association is obviously one of the most important ones here.

I know that the goal given to me by Master Eight, the man named Sand Snake, is not the main goal of his preparation to attack the local Chinatown gang this time - he will not hand over a very important thing to a newcomer like me.

But for me, this matter cannot be missed!

Eighth Master was very prepared. He gave me all the information about the Sand Snake Land. I studied it for a day and found that he had a very fixed habit. Of course, this is also a common problem for men in almost all the world - lust.' Sand Snake is not the number one figure of the Luo Family Association. He can only rank third and fourth at most, because the largest source of economic resources for Chinatown gangs: drug transactions. It is not the Sand Snake responsible for. He is responsible for some basic things in the streets in the nearby Chinatown, such as the porn industry, and some teahouses and other places.

This is also something that makes me feel very moved.

In this place abroad, there are Chinese gangs in Chinatown... But what is disdainful is that these local traditional gangs only bully Chinese and are very weak to foreigners. Their power is basically hiding in Chinatown Chinatown and cannot be extended outward.

In other words, these gangs rely on parasitism on other ordinary Chinese immigrants to survive.

Sand Snake's lustfulness gave me a very important message. He has a lover he likes very much on this street.

From the seat I am sitting on now, there is a barber shop opposite a very narrow street. This is a place with a bit incongruous decoration. The twinkling neon lights outside and the fashionable posters are very fashionable, but it is a bit rustic inside. Some young girls who wash their hair are wearing a pink T-shirt and a pair of jeans on the lower body... The pair of bare legs deliberately exposed, which feels a bit ambiguous... Especially the hem of the T-shirt is too long, which even covers the shorts, which makes people look a bit erotic.

This place is a famous pornographic place in the nearby Chinatown. Its operator is one of the many mistresses of Sand Snake. Now, Sand Snake comes here almost every two or three days.

Of course, some of the benefits in this place also belong to the Luo Family Association.

I have been sitting in the teahouse opposite for the whole afternoon. The street is not prosperous, there are not many pedestrians coming and going. On the narrow street, I even saw a few cars driving in for an afternoon.

The little waiter in the teahouse is a very young Chinese boy. You may even doubt whether he is an adult. Since last hour, he has been looking at me with a suspicious look from time to time.

I know that I have been sitting for too long and have attracted attention.

I was wearing a very ordinary jacket on the street. The light colored ones were very ordinary. My hair was repaired very short, and I had a very wide pair of toad mirrors. The ink color covered almost one-third of my face. I was sure that I had two fake beards that I deliberately put on my lips. Unless he approached and looked at me, no one would have mastered my true appearance.

The pot of Tieguanyin in front of me was already very light because I added water many times. I still kept my patience and looked across the street.

From time to time, some suspicious men came in and out of the hair washing center, and they thought they were all here for fun. I smoked cigarettes one after another, and in the smoke, I was like a poisonous snake waiting for prey...

Finally, at six o'clock in the evening, the goal I was waiting for came!

A black Ford slowly drove into the street and stopped at the door of the hair washing center. A driver-like man jumped out of the car first, then opened the door behind, and then I saw the sand snake walking out of it.

His real person looks fatter and stronger than in the photo. However, his face looks like a unique tough temperament of a person who is mixed up in the Tao, especially the scar on his forehead, which is faintly shiny. His hair is also very short, with only a layer of blue slag. He was wearing a Tang suit, touched his forehead casually, and then strode into the center of his hair washing.

I squinted my eyes and watched the driver standing at the door smoking. After waiting for about five minutes, I slowly stood up and carefully squashed out the cigarette.

I slowly pushed the door and walked up the street, lowered my head, walked towards the driver without any speed, and then walked past him without expression. I noticed that he seemed to look up at me, and there was a slight scrutiny in his eyes, but he turned his eyes away after just one look. I pushed open the door and walked in.

The inside was obviously not big, with only a long and narrow corridor. Two women wearing heavy makeup at the door stood behind the counter, but they were all very exposed, all dressed in a long T-shirt with shorts, and a low neckline. Seeing me in come in, one immediately came up, and then seemed to say hello to me in Cantonese. I didn't understand, but probably understood that she might be asking me if I was looking for a lady. I just said "ok". She immediately led me in, and deliberately walked in front of me, twisting her not slim waist.

It was obvious that the chairs and mirrors for haircuts outside were all furnished, and the main places were the washing rooms behind me. I was taken to a little dark room behind. There was no door in this room, but it was blocked by a curtain that was placed outside. The lady led me in, then went out, and put down the curtain casually.

There is only one recliner in this small room, which is the kind that allows people to lie down and wash their hair. I waited quietly for a while, then carefully took out a toy mask from my pocket and put it on myself, then took off my coat, turned it over and turned it outside, and put it on. As soon as I finished all this, the curtain outside was lifted up. A girl in a very low-cut top and short skirt walked in.

From the heavy makeup on her face, I couldn't see her age. She was wearing slippers and looked tired, but she was forced to get energetic. Her hair was a little curly and yellow. Obviously, as soon as she came in, she suddenly saw a person standing in front of her wearing a mask. She was a little stunned. Her subconscious reaction was to open her mouth and wanted to shout. I had already gone up and covered her mouth, while the other hand pinched her neck from the side, and pulled her over with force, strangled her with her elbow, and then raised her hand to cut the artery behind her neck.

The woman snorted and softened.

I let go of her, lifted the chain and walked out,

This is a corridor, with many almost identical private rooms on both sides, with curtains hanging at the door of each room, and some suspicious sounds coming from inside.

I slowly walked through the corridor, walked all the way inside, and then walked to the end of the corridor. There was a closed door. I pushed it, then took out a back-shaped needle from my pocket and straightened it in.

This inferior door lock, after a few stabs, opened silently. I heard a very old Cantonese song and the sound of water coming from it.

I took a deep breath and walked in gently with my waist.

This was obviously a separate private room, on a retractable chair inside, the sand snake half lying, with its face facing up, and its face was covered with shaving cream, which was covered with white flowers. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and tapped gently according to the rhythm of the music from time to time. A woman's back was facing me, standing between the chair and the pool. From the back, she looked very good in figure and not tall, but had a thin waist like a water snake. She carefully held a brush and continued to apply shaving cream on the sand snake's chin. There was a razor on the edge of the pool next to her.

The sand snake was obviously very excited, and his hands quickly slipped down and touched up along the woman's calves bit by bit. I heard the woman laughing coquettishly, knocking off the sand snake's hand at random, then whispered something, twisting her waist to the edge of the pool, and picked up the razor.

I waited quietly at the door, hiding behind the wall, with only a pair of eyes exposed. When the woman turned around and walked towards me, I immediately shrank back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. The woman walked to the door. I immediately reached out and grabbed her neck, not letting her make any noise, and dragged her to the side. Almost in a moment, I accurately punched her on the chin. Such a blow could make people faint in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!