Chapter 20: The Mysterious Person

  Han Yu was slightly stunned, and only then did he realize that the sound was not a gunshot, but the sound of firecrackers. No wonder the other side dared to use their guns recklessly, it turned out they were using the firecrackers as cover?

  But what Han Yu couldn't understand was why these people would put whips in their own rooms.

  Firecrackers exploded loudly, red lights flashed, and the glass of those rooms was shattered, apparently the firecracker's explosive dosage was quite large.

  A faint smell of gunpowder and a slightly pungent odor suddenly filled the entire room across from us! The people inside rushed out, with some continuously cursing: "What the hell is going on? Who the f*** set off firecrackers?"

  Han Yu sneered coldly, raised his head to glance at the rooftop across from him, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his hand, shaking it off. Instantly, several Bamboo Gang underlings who had discovered his attempt to climb up dispersed with muffled grunts in all directions.

  The bedroom on the second floor near the Dongping House had all its glass shattered, with smoke billowing inside and several figures faintly visible.

  Han Yu raised the gun in his hand, fired a burst at their arms, then smashed the empty gun against a younger brother's head and turned to run.

  At this time, the firecrackers were still going on. The firecrackers that should have been set off in the courtyard suddenly appeared in the living room, which made them instinctively panicked. By the time they wanted to chase Han Yu again, he had already disappeared without a trace.

  Han Yu ran while constantly gazing coldly at the rooftop to the north. Suddenly, he moved swiftly and quickly crossed over a house with an east-facing flat roof, dashing towards the rooftop.

  The flat house is more than five meters lower than the rooftop of the building across from it.

  Just as Han Yu's strength was exhausted and he began to fall, he suddenly kicked his feet quickly on the wall twice, and his body rose up by two meters. Then, he reached out and grabbed the edge of the rooftop, and climbed up like a nimble mouse.

  The entire movement was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, without a single pause.

  Just as Han Yu was about to leave, he saw a black shadow the size of a palm fall from the rooftop across the way.

  The light in Han Yu's eyes grew brighter, he didn't think twice and quickly rushed forward, then jumped down.

  While still in mid-air, Han Yu took out the Flying Dragon Claw and swung it upwards. The Flying Dragon Claw tightly clamped onto the edge of the building.

  Han Yu's falling body hesitated for a moment before slowly landing. At this time, the person in front had just run out of about ten or twenty meters.

  "Hey, brother in front, wait a minute." Han Yu put away the Flying Dragon Claw and quickly caught up.

  "Stop messing around, do you think I'm an idiot?" The person in front responded with a low voice, sounding quite clear and youthful.

  Han Yu let out a cold hum, and a subtle flow of air that was practiced with the Nameless Heart Method suddenly poured into his legs, causing his speed to increase sharply. The other person was already no match for Han Yu, the long-distance running champion of the sect, and now he was even more at a disadvantage. In just a few breaths, he was overtaken by Han Yu.

  Jian saw Han Yu suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost, and he let out a "ma" sound, turning his head to run away.

  Han Yu pinched his shoulder and pulled him back, sneering coldly: "You've ruined me, you think it's that easy to run away?"

  That guy stumbled and spun around twice, almost falling to the ground on his butt. Han Yu gave him a glance, indeed he was quite young!

  The little guy's reaction was even more hilarious, as soon as he saw that he couldn't run away, he immediately clasped his hands together and bowed, saying: "Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding, spare my life, noble hero, spare my life..."

  "What kind of person are you?"

  "I, I am an honest and down-to-earth person..."

  "An honest man?" Han Yu sneered, "Would an honest man appear on someone's rooftop at midnight? Would an honest man use a satellite receiver to smash someone's head? Or would an honest man throw someone else's firecrackers into their own house and then play dumb?"

  The young man gently rubbed his nose and stood up straight, saying faintly: "You've seen it all?"

  A few black lines appeared on Han Yu's forehead: "The person who was almost hit by that big aluminum piece is me."

  "Oh, nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" The young man's face didn't show any embarrassment, but instead had a faint smile on it as he stretched out his hand towards Han Yu.

  Just as his hand was about to reach Han Yu, it suddenly rose up, a cold and gloomy light, rushing towards Han Yu's neck.

  Han Yu kept staring at him coldly, even when the other party suddenly made a move, there was no surprise, but rather lightly raised his hand, as if he had expected this move, and easily grasped his wrist.

  The young man, in pain, hastily dropped the sharp dagger in his hand and begged for mercy: "Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

  He bent his waist and arched his back like a shrimp, unintentionally glancing at his left hand, and exclaimed: "Fei Long Zhua?"

  Han Yu's eyebrows rose slightly, and she loosened her grip on his hand a bit, saying coldly: "Do you know him?"

  "Nonsense! I'm the one who invented this thing, how could I not recognize it?" The young man's delicate eyebrows were furrowed in anger, and he began to scold, clearly extremely displeased.

  He was also pursued and caught by others using his own invention, he indeed had a reason to be depressed.

  "Did you invent it?" Han Yu glanced at him lightly and said faintly: "Do you know mobile phones?"

  The so-called Fei Long Zhuo is a kind of climbing hook with a sharp steel claw at the end, which can be used to hook onto protruding objects, such as the edge of an opponent's second floor.

  The tip of the claw has a rubber pad, which can increase friction and also prevent noise.

  Han Yu's flying dragon claw was given to him by his mobile phone when he went to Fang Wenshan's house to steal and take pictures with him, but he didn't expect that this thing was invented by the other party.

  "My god, how dare you call me 'Old Master'?" The young man puffed out his eyes, yet surprisingly didn't cry out in pain.

  "Your boss?" The smile in Han Yu's eyes grew thicker, and he found that the other person also had a flying dragon claw in his hand, which was more exquisite than his own, and he suddenly believed eight points!

  He let go of his hand and looked up and down at the young man, saying: "This Flying Dragon Claw is a mobile phone given to me by him. Can I call his nickname?"

  The young man's face was pale and thin, but his eyes looked very lively. He had the appearance of a ten-year-old, but his expression was slightly weathered, and he had a few similarities with his mobile phone.

  He furrowed his brow and sized up Han Yu: "Given by Lao Da? Then who are you?"

  Han Yu heard the dog barking again in the alley and knew that someone from the Bamboo Leaf Gang had come out to investigate, so he hastily said: "This is not a place for conversation, follow me first."

  The young man hesitated for a moment, then followed. As soon as he got on the car, his son said: "Why are you just coming now? There was such a big commotion earlier, I almost went to find you! Hmm? How come there's an extra one?"

  "Less nonsense, let's get going." Han Yu said irritably.

  As the car started and left Wangzhuang Community, Han Yu finally let out a sigh of relief, applying the white medicine he had prepared earlier to the wound on his arm.

  "Are you hurt?" His son raised an eyebrow and glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car.

  Han Yu said faintly: "The bullet just grazed me, it's a minor injury."

  "What? They're still using guns?" He hesitated for a moment before saying: "This is really a trap?"

  Han Yu said softly: "If it weren't for this little brother's help, even if it was a trap, I wouldn't have been injured."

  The young man finally showed a hint of embarrassment, muttering: "I didn't know you knew our boss, hey, who are you?"

  Han Yu.

  "What? You're Han Yu?" The young man's whole body trembled slightly.

  Han Yu rubbed his nose and gave him a sideways glance: "What's so special about Han Yu?"

  "Wow, you're famous, of course you're famous! Rain Brother, my name is Po Tian, later you have to give me an autograph. In our Po Xiao, you are now known by everyone!"

  "Dawn?"

  "Ah, it's our organization, how is it? The name was given by me, isn't it cool?" said with a triumphant smile.

  "Not bad, your organization, they all know me?"

  "Oh, everyone knows."

  Han Yu hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "How many of you are there?"

  Thirteen!

  His son, though slightly heavy-hearted, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Han Yu also shook his head with a wry smile. The other person glared at him and said, "What? Thirteen isn't a small number either."

  As he spoke, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and shifted his buttocks to the side, saying with a vigilant expression: "No, didn't we receive news that you were sent to prison by someone surnamed Fang?"

  Han Yu said softly: "Out again."

  "Ah? So you're saying that thing you and our boss shot together is taking effect?"

  Han Yu finally really believed that the other party was a mobile phone, he smiled and nodded.

  "Ah no, this is bad!" Po Tian suddenly slapped his forehead and said regretfully: "Our boss was afraid that the thing you took pictures of wasn't useful, so he asked me to warn them."

  Han Yu's face sank, and he said coldly, "What are you warning me about?"

  He suddenly reached into his pants and pulled out a wad of cash, then another, and another...

  When Han Yu was about to collapse, he finally stopped his movements. If calculated at a rate of 10,000 per piece, he had taken out at least 200,000. Han Yu glanced at his lower body and saw that his buttocks, which were slightly plump just now, had completely shrunk down.

  For some reason, Han Yu suddenly felt a hint of admiration in his heart.

  "You won't have taken all their money, will you?" His son couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as he saw this scene from the rearview mirror.

  "That can't be! They have at least one or two hundred thousand yuan at home, I just can't let it go."

  Han Yu frowned and said: "Isn't your phone supposed to warn them? Does this count as a warning?"

  "Ah! I also left a note for them. If they don't let you go, I'll bring the Discipline Inspection Committee to their house tomorrow to move the money!" Bao Tian said calmly.

  PS: The fourth update is done, and the next one will be updated at 6:30 sharp. Today's fifth update, brothers, don't you want to cheer me on? Haha...