Tales of Forgotten Pacts Chapter 1

Early winter of 2006, Dalian, Liaoning.

Night falls slowly, and the streets are busy with traffic and constant flow. At the entrance of a bar near the commercial street in the city center, several shiny black BMWs stopped one after another, and the bar owner who had been waiting for them immediately greeted them.

"Mr. Dongxiang! You're finally here! It's freezing cold today. Let's go in quickly. We're just waiting for you!"

The boss smiled with a smile on his face. The Japanese man who got out of the car nodded and asked in weird Chinese: "Where is Mr. Shandi?"

"Oh, oh, the game is about to start. Mr. Yamaji has already taken his seat. Let me come out and wait for you."

Togo Kyouo strode into the bar door, followed by the bar owner rubbing his hands. Several Japanese bodyguards in black suits closed the car doors and filed in.

The tall crystal glass revolving door closed again. After another ten seconds, a thin boy who looked like a middle school student poked his head out from the corner of the street, looked around a few times, and walked over slowly.

In such a cold weather, the boy only wore a white shirt, a black jacket, jeans, and a pair of torn but clean white sneakers. As if he couldn't feel the cold at all, he wandered to the bar. door.

He looked down at the BMW's license plate again, and after confirming it again, he reached out and pushed open the bar door.

The receptionist looked up from the front desk and asked with a habitual smile: "How many are there?"

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but be surprised when she looked at the young man's cold and simple clothes.

"One." The young man looked left and right, then turned his eyes back to the lady's face and smiled slightly, as if he was extremely embarrassed.

This young man is extremely thin and his face is very pale. At first glance, he looks like he is malnourished. But his facial features are very attractive to girls, and when he smiles, he makes people's hearts flutter.

The receptionist's heart skipped a beat, "Do you have an appointment or..."

The young man interrupted her politely: "Excuse me, where did those Japanese people go just now?"

"Oh, the underground dance floor on the first floor...wait, are you here to find someone?"

The young man said, "Yes, I have an appointment with them."

Before the receptionist could say anything, the young man had already waved his hand and quickly got into the feasting crowd.

Meanwhile, the bar is on the ground floor.

The lights in the auditorium have been turned off, and the big screen in the ring is playing the victory and defeat records of the two boxers in turn. There is applause and roaring around, and the atmosphere is HIGH to the top.

Led by the bar owner himself, Togo Kyōo and his entourage arrived at the VIP table and bowed deeply to the young man sitting at the head of the table at 90 degrees: "Young Master from the Mountain!"

Shanchi Chong put out his cigarette B*tt and said happily: "Togo-kun is finally here, the game has already started." He motioned for him to sit down.

Dongxiang thanked him, sat in the VIP seat facing the ring, and said: "I spent some time in the hospital, but I still have no clue about the incident of Songdao being beaten..."

"Did you find out anything?"

"Yes! After listening to the Chinese police report, Songdao still can't remember the appearance of the murderer."

Shan Di Chong moved his body and frowned: "How could it be? The murderer came in front of him..."

"Yes! But the night market was dimly lit and crowded, and Songdao drank too much... He only remembered that someone squeezed beside him, bumped him hard on the shoulder, and then on the chest and heart Once it hurts, I can’t remember anything else.”

"what did the doctor say?"

"Oh, there are five wounds on Matsushima's chest and heart, which are very similar to the wounds caused by five fingers of a person thrust into each other. The muscles have been penetrated, and there are slight bone fractures in the ribs. If Matsushima hadn't been superb in kung fu and resisted in time, If so, maybe even the heart..."

Shan Di Chong sneered and said: "How can you be so skilled in martial arts that someone slaps your heart out?!"

Dongxiang immediately stood up and bowed: "I'm sorry!"