Don't follow far away.

After walking a few steps, the two stopped by the side of the road. Fang Buwei heard a crisp bell ringing, and a tram drove here in a hurry.

Hu Yueming raised his hand and the tram stopped.

Seeing Hu Yueming and the thin man getting onto the carriage at the rear of the tram, Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

Doctrine kills people.

Hu Yueming was born in a wealthy family, handsome and talkative. He has always been an event for celebrities above the top in Shanghai. He can guess what he looks like last night and now.

Therefore, Fang Buweicai dressed as a successful person, thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to talk to him.

But dressed so brightly, these two people squeezed into the third-class carriage?

All trams in Shanghai are divided into grades. First-class carriages are the most expensive and spacious, and most of them are foreigners.

The third-class carriage has the lowest ticket price, and it is as crowded as canned sardines, and everyone is full of small vendors and coolies.

It’s not that Fang Buwei doesn’t want to sit, but that he’s too conspicuous.

Look at Hu Yueming and the thin man got on the bus, and the people in the car rushed to both sides as soon as they got on the bus, for fear that they would know that they would be treated like this after they got on the bus.

As soon as he got on the bus, Hu Yueming would see something wrong.

Follow or not?

If you don’t follow, you will not be able to grasp the specific situation next to Hu Yueming, and you don’t know what is the most suitable way to contact him.

Forget it, follow it, it's just here to see him anyway, and it doesn't matter much even if it's seen in advance that something is wrong.

Fang Buwei took a few steps quickly and got in the car before the door closed.

When he saw Fang Buwei, the ticket seller was stunned.

Fang Buwei deliberately put on makeup when he went out, with red lips and white teeth, powdery throttle, and his suit with woolen texture, dressed in a young man.

Such a person runs to the last carriage to join in the fun.

The ticket seller subconsciously leaned back, fearing that the sweat on his body would rub against Fang Buwei's body.

Fang Buwei touched his pocket and took out a wallet.

Among them are oceans, silver horns, and some paper money, which are quite large.

Time is too tight, so Fang Buwei didn't have time to take out the change separately.

The few people crowded at the door looked at each other, and Hu Yueming also stared at Fang Buwei.

Apart from curiosity and doubt, Hu Yueming always felt that Fang Buwei felt a sense of familiarity.

But looking at Fang Buwei's face again, Hu Yueming couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Hu Yueming gently touched the thin man, and the thin man nodded, meaning that he understood.

They were sitting in the third-class carriage because they were afraid of meeting acquaintances. What was this young young man doing?

The two of them squeezed backwards and squeezed to the back door.

Fang Buwei did not follow him. As long as Hu Yueming got off the car, he would find out at the first time that he would also mention it when he went down from the front door.

Fang Buwei put the recovered change into his pocket, and bypassed a vegetable basket under his feet, opened the position of the tram door, and leaned against the window on the side of the door.

The two men standing in the middle of the car looked at each other, rushed in hard, and squeezed to Fang Buwei's side.

Fang Buwei just glanced at it and saw what these two were doing.

People's hearts are not as good as ever, and they are all in the times. Will the blade party exist in this era?

When a man's blade slashes into Fang Buwei's pocket, Fang Buwei's move is like lightning, like pliers, holding the man's hand holding the blade.

The man screamed "ah".

Seeing the blade in the man's fingers, the people nearby squeezed back with force.

"Thieves?" A small vendor next to him suddenly covered his wallet.

"Can you afford to pay for the 600 oceans in New World Xu Dachang?" Fang Buwei raised his other hand and pointed to the suit on his body.

At this time, Xu Dachang Ji was already popular in Shanghai and was listed as one of the top handmade suits.

In order to cater to foreign guests, in another two months, Xu Dachang Ji will be renamed "Pelomun"!

Fang Buwei thought it was unworthy, so he chose the second most. The suit of the six hundred oceans was only the best, and ranked fifth in Xu Dachangji.

The A-class suit is priced at 700 US dollars, nearly 2,000 oceans. When you get it in Peiping, you can buy a Siheyuan from the Qianqing area outside Xizhimen.

The bones on the man's wrist made a giggle, and fine beads of sweat immediately oozed out of his forehead.

He tried hard to twitch his hands, but found that he did not move at all.

"Let go... let go..." the man screamed, and kept winking at the accomplices next to him.

Not only did the accomplices not dare to step forward, but they also tried their best to squeeze back.

Who is the person who can afford to wear a suit worth 600?

What's this fat sheep?

I'm afraid it's almost the same if it's a fatal evil wolf.

A flash of light flashed in Hu Yueming's eyes, and he whispered in the thin man's ear.

The thin man nodded.

Fang Buwei beat him hard, and with a "click", the man screamed and knelt down.

"Bang bang..." The tram slowed down, and as soon as the door opened, more than half of the people in the tram ran away.

Fang Buwei looked up and saw Hu Yueming and the thin man getting out of the car.

"You're lucky!" Fang Buwei kicked the man over and got out of the car from the front door.

Hu Yueming and the thin man walked in different directions, one left and one right.

Fang Buwei clapped his hands, put his hands into his pockets, and followed Hu Yueming slowly.

Hu Yueming was walking around, no matter what method he used, Fang Buwei followed him closely five or six meters away, like a maggot attached to his bones.

Can't get rid of it?

Can't leave anymore!

Hu Yueming gritted his teeth.

When he turned a corner with few people, Hu Yueming quickly stuck it behind the wall, took out his pistol and held it in his hand.

Fang Buwei slowed down and stopped when he was less than two meters away from the corner of the wall.

"Mr. Hu, my own people!" Fang Buwei said in a low voice.

"Who are you?" Hu Yueming narrowed his eyes and gently pulled the pistol's safety.

"I don't ask about this!" Fang Buwei said softly.

Hu Yueming's body shook slightly.

Sleeping tiger?

Only Fang Buwei knows these four words, at most, Lin Zhicheng is added.

Did Lin Zhicheng betrayal?

It shouldn't be Lin Zhicheng's reason.

Lin Zhicheng didn't know his specific hiding place, nor did he know his daily activities. Even if he betrayed, enemy spies would not be able to keep an eye on him in such a short time.

Unless the people around you betray...

How did this person follow him and know his true identity?

"Mr. Hu, if I want to arrest you, just set up an ambush in secret. There is no need to follow you openly..." Fang Buwei reminded again.

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Chapter completed!