Chapter 195

Lin Lichuan felt puzzled.

He is a newcomer and has been in Tieyan city for less than two days. He hasn't known the place yet. How can anyone follow him?

And the stalker is obviously not an ordinary person, otherwise he will be noticed at the first time.

Lin Lichuan soon came to understand.

"Who is related to Youming society."

He came to Tieyan city because of the action to eliminate the resistance. The stalker can only be related to this.

Thinking of this, Lin Lichuan's eyes flashed slightly, converged his thoughts, pretended to be unaware, and continued to stroll in the street. From time to time, he stopped to watch. The remaining light in the corner of his eyes was secretly scanning behind him.

Four or five minutes later, he finally identified the stalker, a young man in a cap and a black T-shirt.

The other side followed at a distance of more than 20 meters.

Now that the tracker has been identified, it's easy to do next. Taking advantage of the corner, Lin Lichuan threw a bottle of monitoring bacteria around the corner. After walking out of a distance, he suddenly moved in his mind and successfully planted the monitoring bacteria.

Seeing this, Lin Lichuan couldn't help smiling.

Since monitoring bacteria can take effect, it proves that the stalker is not silver. It is not difficult to catch the other party with such strength, but he doesn't want to scare the snake. What he wants is to find out the forces behind the stalker, and monitoring bacteria can undoubtedly play a great role in this regard.

The T-shirt man didn't realize that he had more things on his body. He followed Lin Lichuan and observed secretly for more than ten minutes. Then he stopped and disappeared into the crowd.

Aware that the line of sight behind him disappeared, Lin Lichuan did not act immediately. Instead, he continued to stroll around Huijie street to make sure that the other party really gave up tracking, rather than changing people. Then he flashed into the nearby lane and disappeared in the dark night.

It was dark at night. The T-shirt man turned left and right in the dark lane. Finally, he stopped in front of a rusty iron door and looked around. Then he reached out and tapped the iron door a few times. If the voice had a rhythm.

After more than ten seconds, the iron door opened with a squeak, revealing a touch of deep darkness. The T-shirt man dodged in without saying a word.

There was no light behind the door, and the house was dark. Only a little light from the crack in the door could see that there was a strong man standing by the door.

When the T-shirt man flashed in, he quickly closed the iron door, slapped on the light switch next to him, and looked at the T-shirt man.

The latter shook his head and said, "don't worry. I made a few rounds to ensure that no one was following."

The strong man nodded silently, turned and walked towards the house.

Through the corridor, they came to the spacious lobby, where there were many round tables covered with tablecloths, and two vertical freezers filled with drinks and drinks in the corner. Obviously, this is a restaurant.

The iron gate of the gate has been pulled down, and only one lamp is lit in the lobby. The light is a little dim, but there are five people sitting inside. When they hear the approaching footsteps, they immediately turn their heads together and look at the strong men and t-shirt men who come in.

"How's it going?" the speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a yellow white vest and dressed up as an old philistine. He looked like the owner of the restaurant, but his whole body was full of a sharp breath, and his sharp eyes were straight at the T-shirt man.

Hearing the speech, the compassionate man quickly replied, "in order to avoid being noticed by the man, I didn't dare to get too close, but it's sure that it's really on him!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a silence in the lobby. For a long time, there was a low scolding sound.

"You Ming will be that group of waste!"

The middle-aged man said coldly, "cursing is nothing to mend. The top priority is to find a way to get that thing back."

"Since you know who the thing is, it's easy to do. Just kill that guy and get it back."

The T-shirt man was silent for a few seconds and sighed, "I'm afraid not. That man is called Xubai, the colonel of night song."

The voice fell, and the people present were suddenly silent and looked at each other.

As we all know, those who hold the rank of colonel in the night song are all golden class strong without exception. Even if they tie everyone together, it is not enough for each other to fight with one hand. It is impossible to grab food from a tiger's mouth.

For a long time, the middle-aged man said coldly: "in this case, report this matter and let the adults decide."

The next few people hesitated, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Where's Heber province?" the middle-aged man asked closely.

"The Tanzanian Empire and the thousand court business alliance have fought, but at present, there is only a small-scale conflict. Instead, the people of the thousand court secret service department sneaked into the territory of Heber province and blew up a logistics base. Now the people of the Empire are searching for spies of the secret service department everywhere."

Someone sneered: "the people in the secret service are really a group of mice. They can't fight head-on. They are good at doing such sneaky things."

Several echoing laughter rang out in the lobby.

The middle-aged man was unmoved and said faintly, "there are not many extraordinary forces in haibochang province. Nocturne and imperial secret police should send someone to support them soon."

"What shall we do? Shall we go to Heber province?"

"Of course, the Youming society has been destroyed, and other resistance forces have been uprooted by the imperial army. There is no value for us to stay here. Next, we will go to Haibo Province..."

The middle-aged man was halfway through his speech when he was suddenly interrupted by the strong man who came in with a T-shirt.

"Something's wrong!"

The crowd was slightly stunned. The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and looked at the T-shirt man. The latter's face immediately changed and hurriedly said, "I was very careful when I came. No one followed me!"

The middle-aged man looked at the strong man again.

The latter kept silent for a few seconds, just nodded heavily and repeated again: "something's wrong."

Everyone present knew the strong man's ability. Hearing his words, he changed color one after another. The middle-aged man made a quick decision and suddenly got up and shouted, "leave now and give up this stronghold!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. At the moment when the voice fell, the window on the right side of the lobby suddenly cracked, and countless shining petals fell in. With the roaring wind, the whole lobby was filled in an instant.

The middle-aged man and others reacted very quickly. At the same time that the window broke, they started to plunder out, or hit the iron gate like a tiger, or flew to the back door and other windows, as if they had discussed in advance, and fled to different directions.

However, the cherry blossoms flying in the lobby were faster than them. As the petals gathered and dispersed, they roared past. Seven people, including middle-aged men, splashed pieces of blood and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man groaned and tried to get up, but he found that his hands and feet had been broken and unable to move at all.

He struggled to raise his head, but was stunned to find that there was an extra person in front of him.