Qin Tian was extremely mysterious. It has never appeared since he threw Nighthawk and the others in the Peninsula Hotel. The question that Nighthawk was eager to ask could only be depressed in his heart. He was quietly waiting for the so-called liaison officer, but now he lost contact to answer.

After waiting anxiously for three days, when everyone lost their patience, Qin Tian returned to the Peninsula Hotel again in the evening, Nighthawk and their room.

Qin Tian smiled at Nighthawk apologetically and hinted that he only wanted to talk to him. Although Nighthawk felt awkward, there were no one else here, all of them were brothers who had been through life and death. But he knew that these agents were cautious, so he reluctantly asked others to go to another room and let them chat alone for a while.

Qin Tian has already booked a whole floor of guest rooms for them, one for safety and the other for making them comfortable to live. Anyway, there is money for X Hong Kong, so they are not heartbroken.

"Tell me! What's so mysterious? You've left me here for three days, and people are going to be stale." Ye Ying said a little unhappy. After all, he was still very dissatisfied with Qin Tian letting them go without paying attention. So he felt angry at this moment and spoke a little mean.

Qin Tian smiled, but ignored Ye Ying's Chinese words and asked an inconsistent sentence: "Do you really want to capture Lao Zhou?"

Ye Ying was stunned, then frowned and asked quickly: "What do you mean? Capturing Lao Zhou is my purpose here. Do you doubt me?"

Qin Tian still smiled and said, "Don't you find it strange! An old revolutionary who has served the country for decades, has become a traitor overnight. Is there nothing wrong with this?"

Ye Ying looked at Qin Tian vigilantly. He didn't know what the guy with a pockmark in front of him meant to say these words. Is it a test of him?

"What the hell do you want to say? Has anyone ever said something to you?" Nighthawk asked alertly, his face wrinkled in one place!

Qin Tian shook his head and said with a serious expression: "I am just an onlooker, objectively analyzing this matter. You are a loyal subordinate who has performed many tasks with Lao Zhou. You should know his situation better than anyone else."

Nighthawk stood up with sharp eyes, staring at Qin Tian. But this person with a pockmarked face was just looking at him casually, not scared by this person who was full of murderous aura. There was only a faint trace of pity in his eyes.

After looking at each other for a long time, Ye Ying suddenly sighed and said in pain: "What you said may be right, but people will change. He killed my best comrade-in-arms. Why do I have to avenge my comrade-in-arms?"

Qin Tian nodded, stopped persuading Nighthawk, and opened his mouth and said, "I'm here to tell you what I've discovered these days."

Ye Ying hurried over and his ears stood tall. With Lao Zhou's news, he felt very nervous. It was not until this moment that he realized that deep down in his heart, he was actually concerned about the old boss who abandoned them.

Qin Tian said slowly: "Lao Zhou has not been moving since he came to X Hong Kong, but since the day before yesterday, a person like Lao Zhou will appear in a bar in Prince Dao. I haven't figured out his purpose yet, and it has been two consecutive days. I don't know if he will go again today. If you want to find him, go there."

The Nighthawk's hands began to tremble a little. Lao Zhou really appeared, how should he face him?

Qin Tian stood up, said nothing more, turned around and walked out, but when he walked to the door, he heard it. Nighthawk only heard him say, "I don't know why Lao Zhou appeared there, but he seemed to be waiting for someone. And my intuition told me that that person is you."

Nighthawk trembled all over. Will Lao Zhou risk his life. Will he be the one who will kill him when he meets him?

Before he could think about it, Qin Tian's voice rang at the door again: "Also, I forgot to tell you. I was also the one I saved in Lao Zhou's mission. If it were me, I would prove Lao Zhou's innocence at all costs."

The door was closed tightly with a slam, and the world was separated into two sections. Outside, there was an international metropolis full of traffic. In the room, there were only nighthawks with dissipated eyes and dull expressions, looking at the door in a daze.

Prince Road is a major street in the north of the Kowloon Peninsula in Hong Kong, Hong Kong. The famous Mong Kok Police Station, the Paiqi Men's Academy, and the Mong Kok Stadium are all here. They are also a paradise for many film and television dramas, and are also a paradise for gangsters in Hong Kong.

There are many bars of all sizes on the Prince's Road, all kinds of bars are standing with each other, and they do not interfere with each other. In such a dominant part of the underworld, it is quite amazing that they can live in harmony.

At the entrance of an alley at Mong Kok, there are people coming and going in a bar called Lotte. This is a holy place for rich second generations to pick up girls, and naturally it is also a good place for gangsters to make friends with rich people and fight for the autumn wind.

Nighthawk followed the crowd, mixed into the bar with Meng Fei and the military sect. It was only nine o'clock in the evening, and it was still early. But the bar where all kinds of neon lights and flashes were reflected, there were already many beautiful men and beautiful women gathered in the bar.

The smell of smoke, wine, perfume and sweat are wonderfully combined, allowing the characteristics of the entire bar to be instantly displayed.

On the crazy stage, a group of men and women who didn't know how many medicines they had knocked off were frantically following the violent music of DJ. The shaking avatar was about to leave their bodies at any time, swaying wildly at an incredible speed.

In the audience, there were more beauties swaying their attractive waists with no hidden clothes amid the men's vulgar cheers. The perfect curves were colorful and blurred under the change of spotlights, making people imagined and even more the scene reached one by one. The cheers resounded throughout the bar, and the whistle and applause came one after another.

The Nighthawks and the other two were crowded in these smoky and smoky things. Even the military scepter who likes to see the most beautiful women has no interest in appreciating those enchanting and seductive figures. At this moment, their hearts were occupied by Lao Zhou's mysterious but never-seeing figures.

Will he come? This question bothered the three people. They all wanted to see Lao Zhou quickly and ask the matter clearly. But they didn't want to see him. The scene of life and death in common is something they would never want to express in their hearts in their entire lives.

"Captain, look!" Suddenly, Meng Fei pulled Nighthawk impatiently to a corner of the bar. A man with a round hat on his head and a picture of black sunglasses that never changed on his face was coming to them. Seeing attracted Nighthawk's sight. As if he was about to greet him, he turned around and walked towards a small private room behind the bar.

"It's him, it's him, go, go quickly." Nighthawk's voice trembled a little. At this moment, the person who was most unwilling to meet finally saw it. The conflicting psychology was finally dominated by endless curiosity. Nighthawk was about to catch Lao Zhou and ask clearly.

The private room is in a corner with few people on the bar. It is said to be a private room, but in fact it is just a curtain and a circle of sofas that are different from the outside. The Nighthawk passed through the crowd in a few steps, and quickly walked into the private room amid the protests of cheerful people.

Lao Zhou was already sitting on the red sofa. When he saw Nighthawk coming in, he immediately stood up. He looked excited, as if his long-lost relatives finally met.

"It's really you?" Nighthawk looked at Lao Zhou a little like a different life, but then asked angrily: "Why? Why do you betray us? Are we all tools in your eyes?" Nighthawk's anger burst out to the extreme, and he grabbed Lao Zhou's collar and used force to his hands and feet. He even gradually lifted Lao Zhou to tiptoe.

Meng Fei and Junta wanted to come forward to persuade each other, but when they heard Ye Ying's angry question, they stood there blankly. Yes, did Old Zhou really just treat them as tools? This frustrated thought instantly took away all their physical strength, and even taking another step forward was an extremely luxurious.

Lao Zhou's face changed slightly, as if he was full of grievances to say. But he still firmly said slowly: "You misunderstood me, I didn't betray you, but in fact the matter is..."

"Bang." Nighthawk suddenly felt a murderous aura approaching him quickly. As a veteran who had been through the battlefield for a long time, this intuition made him raise his right hand as soon as possible, and steadily caught a flying knife less than one centimeter from Lao Zhou's face when he was unable to send it.

Lao Zhou looked at the flying knife that was so close to him that he was almost shooting into his face, and his whole face changed color.

Nighthawk pushed Lao Zhou away, and his body exerted force. The flying knife flew back with greater force according to the original trajectory like a meteor. Everything happened between lightning and fire. Kuai Mengfei and Junta thought it was the cassette of the movie in Kuaibo.

The dagger quickly penetrated the curtain and disappeared. Nighthawk stared at the curtain tightly, and did not move at all. He could only clench his fists and tell people that the danger had not disappeared yet!

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled up by a pale hand, and a man with a cold face appeared behind the curtain holding the flying knife just now, looking at the nighthawk as tall as a mountain incredibly.

"You go first!" Even though he didn't look at Lao Zhou, Nighthawk said silently.

There was no answer or blocking, Lao Zhou, just like when he appeared, turned around in the corner and disappeared.

The Nian relatives behind the curtain frowned and moved forward. Nighthawk was faster and shot forward in one step. The two fists, which were harder than iron, collided with the sound of wind.

The Nighthawk remained motionless, but the young man took a step back, his face flushed, obviously his strength was a little worse than that of the Nighthawk.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill him?" Nighthawk asked furiously. Although Old Zhou was suspicious, his words just now made Nighthawk notice a little inappropriate. Moreover, Old Zhou could come to see him alone at risk, so there must be something big in the process.

But at this moment, the handsome guy in front of him had an excellent opportunity. I don’t know when I will see Lao Zhou again next time. Moreover, when Lao Zhou left, he would immediately fall into danger again. How could this make Nighthawk not angry?

Ghost Hand didn't reply, but just looked at Nighthawk in surprise. After a long time, he said, "No one can catch my flying knife yet. You are the first one, it's great!" As he said that, he took out a dagger at the same time and looked at Nighthawk quietly. His whole body was filled with murderous aura, so powerful that even Nighthawk felt cold, which made him feel a threat he had never seen before.

"What a strong murderous aura." Nighthawk looked around and frowned. If so many people start to act, not to mention how powerful this monster guy in front of him who doesn't know the details is. Even if there are so many people in the bar, his identity will be exposed when it is reported. How can he end well?

Suddenly, Nighthawk picked up a beer bottle on the table. The ghost hand was stunned, a little confused, thinking that if he didn't know, he would use the beer bottle to fight with him.

But Nighthawk smiled mysteriously at the ghost hand. He didn't turn his head, and the bottle in his hand slammed the bald head not far away, which was still clamoring for two beauties.

The bottle broke in response to the sound, and the bald head was covered with blood, and he immediately shrank into a shrimp in pain.

When I saw Nighthawk's movements, the ghost hand that was about to swing the knife forward was stunned. I didn't know what Nighthawk meant, but when I saw everyone in the bar suddenly staring at me, I hurriedly put away the knife.

Ye Ying smiled and shouted to the bald man: "What's the name? You bald man, my elder brother is very upset when you see you. He said, "Give you a bottle of wine and draw your sword next time. Go home and grow your hair and come out to pick up girls, get out quickly!" While saying that, pointing at Mu Ran, standing aside, like a big brother's ghost hand.

Ghost Hand finally understood Nighthawk's thoughts and looked back angrily. Nighthawk was already laughing and retreating towards the shadow with Meng Fei and Jun.

He was about to chase after him, but the bald head full of blood was already angrily walking up. Without getting close, the ghost hand could already feel how fierce the bald head was on fire. Behind the bald head, there were a large group of fierce gangsters holding swords and sticks, as if suddenly popping out of the bar, looking extremely abrupt!
Chapter completed!