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Text Chapter 569 No sleep tonight

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    "sorry."

    "What do you mean? I didn't hear clearly." Shen Hongbang only knew that Yang Zongbao was mumbling a few words in front of him.

    "It's nothing, let's go." Yang Zongbao would not repeat the good words twice, but would just keep moving forward.

    "Where are we going?" Shen Hongbang asked.

    "Go back to the hotel and look for Japanese ghosts. We have done it." Yang Zongbao walked non-stop, walking like a trot.

    After returning to the store, Yang Zongbao saw that the hotel door was locked and couldn't help but smash the door with his fist.

    The old iron door was smashed and made a loud noise.

    "Coming, coming" Rigui picked up his pants and opened the door.

    ¡°Who the hell is coming here to get fucked in the middle of the night¡± When he opened the door and saw Yang Zongbao, he lost all temper.

    "Are you working?" Yang Zongbao asked calmly.

    "Yeah." The Japanese ghost replied sheepishly.

    "Are you done?" Yang Zongbao saw that the Japanese ghost seemed to be still there.

    "Then go ahead. Give you 5 minutes, we are going to work hard."

    "Master, five minutes is not enough, let's take ten minutes." Ri Guitian said shamelessly.

    "Go." After Yang Zongbao said that, he turned his back to the iron gate and lit a cigarette for himself.

    "Hey, he is more attractive than me?" Even though Shen Hongbang has no discernment, he still knows what the Japanese ghost is doing in the hotel: "I am younger than him, more handsome than him What is wrong with this world?"

    Hearing Shen Hongbang¡¯s nagging, Yang Zongbao added: ¡°He is inside now.¡±

    Shen Hongbang calmed down, yes, no matter Shen Hongbang thought he was better than the Japanese ghost, the problem now is that he just didn't get involved, and the Japanese ghost who he thought was rubbish was making trouble inside

    After figuring out the key, Shen Hongbang was unhappy and kept digging at the ground with his hooves.

    "The ground is worn." Yang Zongbao kindly handed over a cigarette.

    Shen Hongbang was not polite, took it and started sucking it.

    "That kid is going too far. We are going to do something serious." Shen Hongbang took a long drag on the cigarette, with more jealousy in his tone.

    "Perhaps this is the last time, give him a few more minutes." Yang Zongbao sighed and stamped out the cigarette butts that bounced on the ground with his feet.

    "The last time?" Shen Hongbang muttered for a while.

    "alright."

    The iron door behind him made an old creaking sound, and the Japanese ghost was finished.

    "Is it done?" Yang Zongbao asked knowingly.

    "I wanted to do it again, but unfortunately I don't have time." The Japanese ghost didn't behave like a pervert, and licked his lips obscenely.

    "We have to do something." Yang Zongbao said.

    "Well, do you want to prepare anything?" The Japanese ghost was prepared in his heart, and he had a faint bloodthirsty impulse.

    "Can I get a gun?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    The Japanese ghost looked at Yang Zongbao with a strange look: "Master"

    "Okay, I understand, let's go, we still have to hurry." Yang Zongbao knew that he had asked the wrong question.

    "etc¡­¡­"

    Rigui asked Yang Zongbao to wait there for a while, and then drove out a dilapidated truck from behind the meal point.

    There is only room for two people in the train carriage, and it is full of rust.  The layer of artificial leather on the leather seat surface has long been worn away, exposing the sponge inside.

    "Just two positions?" Shen Hongbang had a bad feeling.

    "Yes." Rigui stretched out his hand from the car and patted the door: "Get in the car."

    Yang Zongbao then discovered that the pickup truck had no glass windows.

    "Where should I sit?" Shen Hongbang asked.

    Rigui and Yang Zongbao looked at the back of the car speechlessly.

    Shen Hongbang was almost so angry that he passed away.  But now is not the time to worry about these things, otherwise others will laugh at you.  Although he was unwilling, he still lifted his long legs and jumped into the car.

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    Shen Hongbang regretted it as soon as he got in the car.  Because the back of the truck hasn't been cleaned in a long time, or to be precise, it hasn't been used.  It was covered with rust, even rotten in some places, and there was almost no place to sit.

    Yang Zongbao, who was in front, also got on the bus.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Sure enough, the passenger seat did not live up to expectations and was on the verge of collapse.

    "Fortunately, I'm not heavy."

    "What?" Because the sound of the truck starting was so terrifying, the Japanese ghost couldn't hear clearly what Yang Zongbao said.

      "Nothing, just drive."

    "Okay." The Japanese ghost finally started the truck.

    Shen Hongbang was not prepared. As soon as the truck started, he accidentally rolled into the middle of the truck. When he got up again, he was covered in rust: "I'll wipe it. I won't be short of iron in this life."

    Hearing the sound of collision from behind, Rigui seemed to be encouraged, and immediately excitedly hit the steering wheel a few times hard

    "Japanese ghost, I'm going to kill you" Shen Hongbang's lingering voice curled up.

    "You're not young, but you're still so angry." Rigui shook his head and didn't think it was him at all.

    "It's hard to get weapons. We don't want the United States here. In the United States, you can get whatever you want. In China, you can only get it as much as possible. If it doesn't work, you can only fight hand to hand. But sir, you better not get involved in this matter, in case anything happens.  accident¡­¡­"

    "Nothing goes wrong, what do you think our chances of winning are? If we go this time, we are just doing our best to obey fate." Yang Zongbao sighed: "Besides, I have to go."

    "There is no foreign aid at all right now. We can't have too many people, otherwise we will be discovered before we get close. But there is no one on hand at the moment. I have informed Ying Liang to rush over first" Rigui rambled.

    "Four people are enough. Don't be soft-hearted." Yang Zongbao warned.

    "knew."

    The minivan was very uncomfortable and it was already 6 hours later when we arrived in Kyoto.

    The sky was slightly bright, and Yang Zongbao looked to the east.  The sun hasn't risen there yet.

    The Japanese ghost took Yang Zongbao into a secluded courtyard.

    "This is?" Yang Zongbao wondered, when did Japanese ghosts also have property?

    "I bought a place to live. I've given you a lot of money these years." The yard the Japanese ghost bought was very dilapidated and the house was in danger.

    "Not bad." Yang Zongbao nodded, it was indeed hidden.

    "What the hell is this place?" Shen Hongbang rubbed his butt and got out of the car: "Is there a place like this in Kyoto?"

    "Why do you dislike the poverty here?" The Japanese ghost didn't like Shen Hongbang very much.

    "You" Shen Hongbang was so angry that he was speechless.

    "Okay, get ready to work after nightfall, now rest." Yang Zongbao walked into the yard first.  After the Japanese ghost, Shen Hongbang also went in holding back his anger.

    The yard is a little better than the outside.

    "Oh no, it was stolen." Rigui came in and found that the lock on his door had been picked.

    "What was lost?" Yang Zongbao didn't care and sat on the bed.

    "There's nothing to lose, I don't have anything valuable here." The Japanese ghost told the truth, he was just looking for a place to stay.

    "Coming here this time, didn't it mess up your plan?" Yang Zongbao knew that this was the hiding place prepared by the Japanese ghost for him so that he could hide for a while in case something happened.  Why in Kyoto? That's because the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. Japanese ghosts are experts in this regard.

    "It's okay, you guys have a good rest." Rigui said and went out.

    "What to eat?" Yang Zongbao asked Shen Hongbang.

    "Whatever." Shen Hongbang was a little nervous.

    "You wait a moment." Yang Zongbao also went out.

    "Why do both of them make me wait?" Shen Hongbang muttered to himself.  Although I was not satisfied, I still waited.

    After a while, Yang Zongbao bought soy milk and fried dough sticks from outside and threw them in front of Shen Hongbang: "Eat."

    "Yeah." Shen Hongbang was not polite. After a rough night, he ate as soon as he could. After eating, he fell on the bed and went to sleep.

    Yang Zongbao smiled and sat quietly in the yard enjoying what was probably his last morning.

    The sun has gradually risen, and the sunlight has touched Yang Zongbao¡¯s toes.

    The courtyard chosen by Rigui is good, and the quarrels between the couple next door can be heard clearly.

    Most of the people who live here are old people. They have lived here for half their lives and are reluctant to leave.

    The sun shone on Yang Zongbao¡¯s knees, and Yang Zongbao felt that his lower body was getting warm. The sunshine above his head was very gentle, and he would not get sunburned even if his whole body was bathed in the sun.

    ¡­¡­

    When Shen Hongbang woke up, he found that the light in the room was very dark and the sun outside had already set.  There was no one in the room.

    When I walked out of the room, I found Yang Zongbao boxing in the yard.

    "What are you doing?" Shen Hongbang asked.

    "Exercise your body, you can come too." Yang Zongbao didn't stop, and his forehead was sweating after a set of boxing techniques.

    Shen Hongbang also joined the ranks of exercising: "The Japanese ghost hasn't come back yet? He hasn'tWill it delay things?  "

    "No." Yang Zongbao had absolute trust in the Japanese ghost.

    "It's okay if it doesn't happen."

    When Shen Hongbang's head started to sweat, the Japanese ghost finally came back with a bag in hand.

    "What did you get?" Yang Zongbao took the pocket and looked at it.

    "There is nothing good. Three pistols and 30 rounds of ammunition. Everyone should use them sparingly." Japanese ghost said helplessly: "There is really nothing good."

    "Who is going to respond?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "After we get the people out, Ying Liang will send them to a safe place." Rigui ran around for a day to arrange the matter: "But, Master, even if we rescue them, will it be useful?"

    "Don't worry, I won't help him if he doesn't have some ability. You must know that he did not become one of the candidates for no reason. Although he is the weakest among the three, he became a candidate after all. What we have to do  Just rescue him so that he can move." Yang Zongbao played with the weapon.

    "Okay." Rigui accepted Yang Zongbao's statement.

    The three of them waited for the night to get darker.

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    "It's tomorrow." Ye Jiantao walked to the window and looked at the people patrolling downstairs. He felt a little desperate: "Is this how we lose?"

    "Isn't the time not up yet?" Jiang Song was not calm anymore. After all, a child in his teens still has a certain limit no matter how mature he is.  Although he said he was relaxed, he was not so calm in his heart.

    "Do you still have hope for your Brother Yang?" Ye Jiantao asked.

    "Of course" Jiang Song had an inexplicable trust in Yang Zongbao.

    "Don't lie to yourself, your own voice is not sure." Ye Jiantao smiled bitterly: "But I understand if he doesn't come. After all, I betrayed him."

    "You left him without a home. I don't know where he is hiding now, but I still believe he is back." Jiang Song finally regained his confidence.

    "Why? Even if I betrayed him?" Ye Jiantao still needs someone to comfort him at this moment, even if this comfort is given by a boy under 20 years old.

    "Well" Jiang Song nodded: "Even if you betray him, he will not give up on you."

    "Why?" Ye Jiantao felt his breathing speed up and became nervous. He didn't know what the answer was in Jiang Song's mouth.

    "Because Brother Yang said that you are the most suitable, then you are the most suitable. You will be a good leader."

    "It's me, the villain. If I can get through this hurdle safely, I will live up to his trust." Ye Jiantao looked towards the dusk again, destined to have trouble sleeping tonight.
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