Lawrence Lu drove the car and tilted his head slightly: “Let’s live in the house I bought in Yau Ma Tei today. You haven’t been here yet.”

"Okay~"

The Chinese inspector Han Xin also lives in Yau Ma Tei, which makes it quite convenient to "visit". Although they are not on the same street, there is a map in the space, so you can find the specific location by looking for it.

The silver sports car was driving on the midnight street with smooth traffic. It soon arrived at Jordan Road in Yau Ma Tei and stopped in front of the gate of a villa.

Lawrence Lu got out of the car and rang the doorbell, and soon someone came out to open the door.

"Brother Will, you're back."

The person who came out was his subordinate, in his early twenties, named Ali, also known as this handsome guy. He had two brothers from his hometown in Bao'an County, who did some work to help Lu Guanjie go to the mainland.

After driving the car in, it was parked in the garage.

Lian Xiaomin came to the yard and saw that the house was very nice and beautifully decorated. It was a two-story building in Chinese style. Although the yard and the house were not very big, every place was very comfortable and it was obvious that much thought had been put into it.

It was already quite late. After they went in, Lian Xiaomin went straight to the innermost room on the second floor to rest. She still had things to do. This was destined to be a sleepless night.

Lawrence Lu thought she was too sleepy, so he didn’t say much. Toiletries and new clothes had already been placed in this room, specially prepared for Amin.

He had been busy all day, from early morning until now, and it was already two o'clock. After saying good night, he went back to his room to rest.

Lian Xiaomin didn't intend to hide her actions from Lu Guanjie. She just planned to act first and report later, otherwise she was afraid that he would be worried and go with her.

She changed her clothes, took off her previous green clothes and washed them in the space, put on a black nightgown, a baseball cap, and a black mask, and took action!

I used my mental power to check and saw that Lawrence Lu had fallen asleep. He was really tired. Ali and Zhong downstairs were also asleep in their respective rooms.

Hey, it’s Yau Tsim Mong at midnight, here I come.

She turned off the lights in the room, and climbed out of the window quietly using the flying claw chain. She touched the wall of the building with her toes and landed on the ground in a few seconds.

He is becoming more and more skillful and more and more like a "snitch".

Lawrence Lu’s room was not next to hers, so she wouldn’t notice it at all.

The agile man swung the chain again, pulled it with his hand, flew over the wall, and jumped out of the wall.

The environment in this area is quite quiet and there is no one around at this time.

Lian Xiaomin has already found a means of transportation in the space - a black car.

This is the export car found from the port space, the cab is on the right side, but there is no license plate.

It’s so late, and the distance is only a few kilometers. I won’t be so unlucky to have my license plate caught.

She walked to the side of the road, took out the car, quickly got in, and drove to Pan Bingkun's mansion at 9 Austin Road.

In fact, a person like him must have more than one residence.

Lu Guanjie said that he had two other villas. However, when Pan Bingkun left the walled city, Lian Xiaomin used her mental power to hear him tell A Zhao that he would return to Austin Road tonight, so that was correct.

Driving in a car is definitely fast. After a short while, she found the place according to the map. After all, the area is not that big.

Lian Xiaomin parked the car a few hundred meters away, found a secluded place, put it into the space, and continued walking to the wall of House No. 9, where he stopped.

It was late at night and most people should have fallen asleep, but Pan Bingkun was not resting. On the contrary, many people from the gang gathered at his house, as if they were holding a meeting of important figures in the gang.

Lian Xiaomin did not make a sound. She stood quietly in the darkness and monitored the situation inside with her mental power.

This mansion is not small, the yard is more than 400 square meters, there are four cars parked inside, and two thugs are waiting outside, sitting on the steps in front of the building, smoking together, but not talking.

After all, this is the boss's residence, and it's so late at night, they dare not make any noise.

But it was different inside this three-story building. The living room on the first floor was brightly lit and filled with smoke.

After counting, there were twelve people in total, including Pan Bingkun and A Zhao.

Five of them were sitting on the sofa, and the other seven were standing.

It was obvious that those sitting were all big brothers, and those standing were all lackeys. Among them, A Zhao, whom I had seen before, was leaning against the door, staring at that place with indignation, but he had no right to speak.

Pan Bingkun sat alone on a single sofa, with two people sitting on each of the long sofas on the left and right.

The one right to his right among these people was a fat, dark man about thirty years old, whom he had seen in the walled city tonight.

Next to the fat black guy was an older bald man, about 46 or 47 years old. It seemed that this guy also appeared at the boxing match in the walled city.

The other two didn't pay much attention, as if they had never seen it.

Lian Xiaomin listened carefully for a while. It was nothing more than that today's boxing match was a failure and there were heavy casualties. Pan Bingkun asked everyone to work together to figure out how to continue dealing with the tornado and then invite some experts.

However, it seems that the four leaders of the Liansheng Gang under his command are not all on the same page with him.

Except for the two on the right - "Black Fat Man" Xu Jinbao and "Bald" Shan Shu, the other two sitting on the sofa on the left did not speak much. Judging from their expressions, it seemed that they were just going through the motions in the meeting.

The first person sitting on the left of the boss was wearing a white shirt, was in his early thirties, and had a neat crew cut. He suddenly yawned twice and put out the cigarette in his hand.

"Brother Kun, it's so late now, why don't you calm down and get some rest? You can't escape the tornado anyway, so just think of a solution slowly!"

The man sitting next to him in a dark blue shirt also said, "Yeah, Brother Kun, Brother Benny and I can't even take care of the territory in Tuen Mun, so how can we have a say in Kowloon?"

"…Look, this is what Uncle Shan said to us last time. It's been a few months, but I haven't forgotten it."

The bald man, who was called Shan Shu, immediately stared at him with wide eyes and slammed the table: "Lin Zhen, you are still a Liansheng man! Why are you talking so much nonsense when the boss needs you?"

The old man kept talking, stiffening his neck and accusing: "... Don't blame me for not reminding you. I know you had a lot of dealings with Tornado in the past. Let's forget about the past, but now the boss wants to take over the stronghold. He is our enemy and must be eliminated. You are not going to be a traitor to Lian Sheng, are you?"

The one called Lin Zhen simply ignored him and said in a slick tone: "Uncle Shan, are you too old and have lost your mind?"

"...Oh, you and Xu Jinbao are rampant in Yau Tsim Mong, and you squeeze me and Benny away when there is an advantage. Now that you need people, you instigate the big guys to ask us for manpower and manpower. Then, even if we take over the walled city, will we have a share?"