In the afternoon in Hong Kong, it was late at night in the United States, and the lights were still on in the office of a luxurious commercial building.
After approving the thick documents on the table, Song Xiaolong raised his head and rubbed his temples with his hands, his handsome face full of exhaustion.
In a sense, Song Xiaolong is a very competent manager, and he does not work overtime in the United States, but he is busy until late at night every day and will rest after finishing the work at hand.
However, in addition to being tired, Song Xiaolong was a little excited at this time, because he got the news that Ye Tian had actually left BJ and is now in Hong Kong.
You know, when he went to Thailand not long ago, the turtle once clearly told Song Xiaolong that his master was Thaksin. Master Shawang Suxi did not allow himself to go to the mysterious China, so he gave up the idea of Song Xiaolong asking the turtle to come out of the mountain.
Not only that, Song Xiaolong also found some international killers, but when he heard that the target was BJ, those killers all retreated without exception.
It's easy to kill people, but it's a bit troublesome to escape from BJ after killing someone.
However, when Song Xiaolong left Thailand, the turtle promised him that if Ye Tian left the boundary of China and Song Xiaolong could pay enough, he would help Song Xiaolong make a move.
And now Ye Tian has actually left BJ, in Song Xiaolong's opinion, he is simply looking for death.
Picked up the phone on the table, just dialed two numbers, Song Xiaolong hung up the phone, and after thinking for a while, he took out a satellite communication phone from the desk.
Many American citizens don't know that their daily words and deeds are actually under state surveillance, but Song Xiaolong knows these things.
"I'm looking for Master Turtle!" After the phone was connected, Song Xiaolong actually spoke fluent Thai to the other party.
When Song Xiaolong was twelve years old, he was sent to a Thai temple as a monk for three years by his aunt, who believed in Buddhism, and he learned Thai at that time.
Including the current relationship with the turtle, it also has a lot to do with his three-year monk career, Song Xiaolong has seen the magic of the head-lowering technique with his own eyes, so he thought of using this method to deal with Ye Tian.
"Song, are you looking for me?"
Hearing that the turtle answered the phone, Song Xiaolong quickly sat up straight and said respectfully: "Master, Ye Tian is now in Hong Kong!"
It has only been a year since Hong Kong's return to China, and in the eyes of many foreigners and even some overseas Chinese, Hong Kong actually belongs to the United Kingdom and has little to do with China.
"I've seen the photo, you give me the address where he lives now, and in two days, I will go to Hong Kong!"
The phone was silent for a while, and a sound like a clash of metal and iron came out of the microphone, which shocked Song Xiaolong to quickly take the phone away.
"Thank you, Master, I'll call you in a moment for a million dollars!" Song Xiaolong didn't say much, and after hanging up the phone, a smile appeared on his face.
Everything in this poor place is cheap, killing someone is only 100 dollars, if you invite those top killers in the world, I'm afraid it won't be 10 million dollars, and others won't even look at it.
"What if the turtle misses?" Song Xiaolong's handsome face showed a hint of ferocity, "Ye Tian, you must die!"
Reaching out and turning on the computer on the table, Song Xiaolong logged in to a website that looked like a headhunting company, and after entering a long list of passwords, a killer website appeared on the screen.
Song Xiaolong has dealt with the people in Hongmen a lot, and he knows this underground world very well.
After entering Ye Tian's photos and various information into the website, he used his mobile phone to transfer $1,000 from his private account in a Swiss bank to the account on this website.
After this message is sent, as long as someone follows, the information will be automatically hidden, and it will reappear on the website after the previous killer's mission fails.
As for the time limit for the hunt, Song Xiaolong set it for one month, because of the news he got, Ye Tian would only stay in Hong Kong for such a long time at most.
If no one can complete this task in a month, that is to say, if Ye Tian is still alive, the 1000 will be returned to his Swiss bank account.
This website is extremely strict in protecting the privacy of the person who publishes the information, and only the killer of the corresponding level will see this information, while other publishers have no idea about it.
Song Xiaolong has reason to believe that even the top killer in the world will be tempted by the $10 million, because the person he wants to kill is not some international dignitary or rich tycoon, just an ordinary person in his twenties.
In fact, according to Song Xiaolong's original intention, he didn't want to invite a killer to deal with Ye Tian, because Ye Tian died of murder, and someone would definitely think of him, even the aunt who had always loved him.
But Song Xiaolong can't wait now, because just after his cousin Song Xiaozhe died in a car accident, Song Xiaolong originally wanted to send another of his cronies to slowly let some accidents happen to Ye Tian.
However, Song Xiaolong did not expect that Song Weilan, who has always ignored the specifics of the consortium in recent years, would directly assign a group vice president to China.
And this vice president is Song Weilan's direct descendant, who has been with Song Weilan for many years, and has always been only responsible for Song Weilan.
He vaguely felt that his aunt's trust in him was not as good as before, so he took advantage of Ye Tian's opportunity in Hong Kong to kill his cousin no matter what.
With Master Turtle in front and the world's top killer behind, Song Xiaolong didn't believe that Ye Tian could still leave Hong Kong alive, and after clearing all traces of logging in to the website, Song Xiaolong left the office.
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"Ye Tian, these are 2 abalones, they are already the best among abalones, I really don't know where this kid Adin bought it!"
In the luxuriously decorated restaurant of the Mid-Levels Mansion, Zuo Jiajun was introducing Hong Kong food to Ye Tian.
"Thank you, senior brother, I'll ...... it myself" In front of his own family, of course Ye Tian will not be polite, these dishes are extremely nutritious, after three or five bites, an abalone and half a roasted suckling pig will be eaten.
"Okay, we martial arts practitioners just need to be able to eat, Junior Brother Ye, I really don't know how you practiced this kung fu?" After seeing Ye Tian's eating photo, Zuo Jiajun was amazed.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Zuo, Master loves me, he used to give me medicine baths when I was a child, he changed some of the recipes, the effect may be better!"
Ye Tian laughed when he heard this, the reason why his skills had increased by leaps and bounds without bottlenecks was actually due to the inheritance in his mind, but he couldn't tell Zuo Jiajun about this, so he could only push it to the old Taoist.
"By the way, senior brother, how have you come here all these years? I see that your kung fu is only one step away from entering the realm of transformation?"
After explaining a little, Ye Tian diverted the topic to Zuo Jiajun, to be honest, in today's world where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so thin, it is really an incredible thing that Zuo Jiajun can have a cultivation.
"When I left Master, my kung fu had already entered the dark energy, but after twenty years, I didn't make any progress, until I encountered something in my forties, and I reached my current state because of a blessing in disguise......"
Zuo Jiajun did not hide it from Ye Tian, and told a past event that his granddaughter didn't even know.
It turned out that because of the loss of the linen technique, Zuo Jiajun only learned the divination and feng shui taught by Li Shanyuan, but he didn't know much about the fighting techniques in Qimen.
When Zuo Jiajun was in his prime in his early forties, he traveled to Southeast Asia to find people in the magic world, wanting to make up for his lack of skills.
But who knew that when he came to Thailand and spent the night in one of the temples, he was inexplicably provoked by an old monk to compete with him in magic.
Although he was not deeply accomplished in techniques, he refused to show weakness and competed with the old monk.
However, Zuo Jiajun did not expect that the old monk was actually proficient in the head-lowering technique, and his technique was insidious, shouting about the competition technique, but he took advantage of Zuo Jiajun's inattention and secretly released Gu worms to sneak attack Zuo Jiajun.
Zuo Jiajun, who had been bitten by a Gu worm on his right hand at that time, sealed the meridians on his hand and struggled to escape from the temple, escaping back to Hong Kong overnight with the help of a local Chinese martial artist.
After returning to Hong Kong, Zuo Jiajun was bedridden for three years, and continued to consume all kinds of poison-dispelling and tonic potions, which expelled all the poison from his right arm.
However, in this process, Zuo Jiajun has not made any progress, but has made great progress, breaking through the two small bottlenecks of dark energy all the way, and now he is only one step away from entering the transformation realm.
"Thailand again?" Ye Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then gritted his teeth and asked: "Senior brother, what is the name of the old monk who attacked you?"
"Why, you also have a grudge against the Thai head surrenderer?"
Zuo Jiajun looked at Ye Tian strangely and said: "That person is called Naitasin. Sawan Suu Si is extremely famous in Thailand, Thais may not know who the king is, but they must have heard his name!"
After recovering from his injuries, Zuo Jiajun quickly found out the name of the old monk.
He also wanted to go to Thailand to take revenge, but after thinking about it again and again, he was indeed not as good as the old monk in terms of magic, and he could only die if he went there, so Zuo Jiajun endured it.
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PS: In the second watch, I saw the editor's message at night, I had to sort out the publication manuscript of more than 200,000 words, and today I can only have two updates.
I'm embarrassed to ask for a monthly pass at the second watch, everyone vote for the recommendation vote to the physiognomist, by the way, there is also a free evaluation ticket for 10 yuan if you subscribe, and it's almost to the crown, let's vote for 10 points!
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